#Short Fuse Crew

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sorry for losing my cool earlier that wasn't very buttoned up nearly 24 year old professional of me

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something stupid | roronoa zoro x fem!reader

the time is right, your perfume fills my head the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue and then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you."

word count: 1.3k

cw/tags: roronoa zoro x fem!reader, drinking and drunken confessions, short&sweet, sfw and fluff!! inspired by something stupid - frank sinatra & nancy sinatra

the sound of the crashing waves against the ship’s hull mingled with the cacophonous laughter that erupted from the two of you. after a long, stressful day of evading one of the many nefarious foes that tailed behind your crew, zoro had the brilliant idea of winding down with a cool bottle of sake. 

zoro's head swayed with the restless current, bobbing against the wooden panels that lined the crow’s nest. his beautifully tanned skin prickled with goosebumps as the ocean breeze grazed his exposed arms. when he was with you, zoro felt like he could come alive — lowering his guard and allowing himself to be ignorant to the outside world, just for a moment. his stoicism faltered whenever you were around, effortlessly tugging a gentle smile at his lips with a single, all-knowing glance. despite only being a part of the crew for a few months, you grew to understand zoro better than anyone else on the crew �� hell, sometimes better than himself. the relationship between the two of you was easy and comfortable, two feelings zoro had never been familiar with. his life always flashed a million miles a minute, encountering death more times than he’d be willing to admit. but when you were around, his life slowed down, making time to commit your soft features to memory. 

the feelings zoro had for you were more than romantic. sure, he allowed his mind to wander to not-so-appropriate places over the last few weeks when he finally realized his feelings for you. but the fluttering in his chest and stomach were not the only distinct symptoms that accompanied this crush. it exceeded the bounds of love and lust, crossing over into an unbridled admiration. he appreciated you in his life, finding himself unable to imagine a world that you weren't in, weren't a part of. and in the brief moments that he did, his chest hollowed and an aching loneliness burned through his heart.  

so yeah, he liked you.

the alcohol that ran through his system made him feel light, its buzz causing his cheeks to flush. although, his blush wasn’t attributed to the alcohol alone. no, he had been watching the way you threw your head back, your loud and chaotic laughter erupting from your rosy lips. he loved how comfortable you were around each other, not afraid to unleash your “ugly laugh,” as you had called it once before. anything you did was a sign of beauty in his eyes, a treasure that he wanted to keep all for himself. 

unbeknownst to zoro, you had felt the same way for a long time. ever since you met him, you recognized how undeniably handsome he was. the macho-man front he put on in the beginning had been a little off putting, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing him. however, zoro warmed up to you quite nicely once you had proved yourself trustworthy. you’d teased him once about being like a grumpy old cat — distant at times but always coming around when it mattered, showing affection at random periods, yet welcomed all the same.

your sweet, floral perfume fused with the salty ocean air, creating a dizzying sense of pleasure through zoro’s head. he knew he was staring at you, probably making you uncomfortable as the silence ran long. but he didn’t care. instead, he kept his eyes soft and his lips slightly parted into a smile, drunk off your presence alone. the alcohol was merely a confidence boost for what he was about to say, something he’d been itching to tell you for a long time. 

“i love you,” zoro said, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes were fixated on you, watching you and waiting for the reaction he wanted. his gaze was intense, a tension building in his chest as the nerves bundled beneath the surface.

your heart jumped for a split second, stopping at the sound of his voice. he’s drunk, you reassured yourself, careful not to get your hopes up.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too, zoro” you joked, brushing off his words while you fixed your concentration on the dark ocean below. the tension inside the crow’s nest became heavy, a warmth flushing your cheeks that you begged to stop spreading.

“no, you’re not listening to me,” he slurred, words laced with frustration as he sat upright. something in zoro’s eyes shifted, his relaxation transforming into a seriousness that you had been entirely unprepared for, “i’m in love with you.”

“what?”

the warmth in the air became a tension so palpable that you could’ve molded it between your fingers, grasping it to stabilize your now-trembling hands. rather than accepting his words for what they had been, you’d been filled with a nasty bitterness as your mouth turned sour. you’d grown accustomed to the degrading routine of unrequited love, its loneliness becoming comfortable over time. in truth, the thought of someone possibly reciprocating those feelings terrified you, fearing for the disappointment that would follow.

“you’re drunk, roronoa.” you scoffed. whether it was during arguments or intimate conversations, you’d always addressed zoro by his proper name. it had turned into a safe word, letting him know that you were serious.

you began to rise to your feet, holding onto the wall for support as the alcohol ran wild through your system. zoro had stared at you with fierce bewilderment, brows furrowed as you packed for the night. he latched onto your wrist, grasp a perfect balance between firm and cautious, as if he were afraid you’d break under the pressure. zoro’s eyes were staring up into yours with an intense desperation, pleading for an ounce of your undivided attention.

“i’m serious, [y/n]. i love you. but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. i know it’s weird coming from me — hell, i feel weird just saying it. but i know that if i don’t tell you now…i don’t think i ever will.”

the apprehension in his voice told you that he was telling the truth, a very scary truth at that. there were many times during battle, both on land and sea, where zoro should have been afraid. but nothing could have scared him more than the thought of losing you. he was worried that you’d reject him, forever tarnishing the beautiful friendship that you both worked so hard to build and protect. he was worried that you’d no longer come to him when you needed someone to talk to, afraid that he’d made things weird with his stupid crush. i’m such a fucking idiot.

however, nothing could have prepared him for the way you leapt into his arms, tackling him to the ground. the impact caused him to lose his balance, the both of you rolling onto your backs. drunken laughter filled the room once more, only this time it was accompanied with relief. you made your way into his arms, chests pressed against each other as your hearts synchronized. the kiss you planted on his lips was shy, testing the waters. zoro’s rough hands raked gently through your hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. you could taste the sake as your tongues mingled together, drinking in the remnants through his saliva. his grip on your waist tightened as you bucked your hips against his, hungrily begging for more and more of him.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” you huffed, cheeks and lips flushed as you catch your breath.

zoro’s lips traced your jawline, traveling downward as he placed a trail of kisses and nibbles down your neck, “who said we have to stop?”

cranked this one out real quick cause i just had to get it off my chest. i’ve been such a zoro and sanji girl lately it’s becoming an issue someone please sedate me

[skufdaddyswansea]

Jimmy and Swansea at Their Worst

The crash of the Tulpar sees Jimmy thrust into a leadership role for which he was hopelessly unprepared, and in the months that follow, his chain of poor decisions leads to dire consequences for all those aboard, himself included. But he wasn't alone in that marathon to rock bottom. If we follow his footsteps downward, we'll find Swansea's right there next to his.

At the surface level, the two already have a lot in common. They're both brash to the point of rudeness, openly dissatisfied with their lives, and have short fuses.

Notably, Swansea can also be overly critical of Anya.

...But, to be fair to him, he's like that with everyone.

When they really start to converge is after the crash. Looking at Swansea's relationship with Daisuke, it's almost a microcosm of Jimmy's relationship with the crew. While he initially makes an effort to do the right thing, he inevitably gives in to his worst impulses and fails. In Swansea's case, he falls off the wagon. This may look like only a personal weakness, especially compared to Jimmy's more outwardly destructive behaviour. But in his position, even the harm he does to himself reflects outward.

Daisuke is the only other member of the Tulpar that we see "indulging" in the mouthwash. Swansea has no idea that he's sprawled on the floor, sick on dental hygiene products, devoid of his characteristic cheer. If he did know, what could he even say? After all, Daisuke was only following his example.

Later on, Swansea's alcoholism prevents him from protecting Daisuke in a much more literal sense.

All his secrecy and isolation were for nothing.

One of the major reasons he withdrew from Daisuke was because Daisuke was much too naive to hide the cryopods from the others; he probably never would have accepted that everyone else would have to die for him to survive. Swansea took extreme measures to guard the Utility room from Jimmy, all to protect Daisuke. But in doing so, he gave Jimmy the perfect opportunity to take advantage of those very traits he wanted to protect.

In this moment, both Swansea and Jimmy fail Daisuke. They both let their weakness blind themselves to danger. And they both realize their mistakes far too late to save anyone.

But it's through this ugly truth that Swansea is able to break off from their path. With the last of his hope gone, he can do what Jimmy can't: he accepts it. And he does what he knows is right, even if it breaks him to do so.

I think Swansea also sees some part of himself in Jimmy. Maybe even what he could have been if he didn't fight so hard against his demons. That's why in his final act, he tries one last time to get through to him. It was too late to make things right with his kids, or for Daisuke. Or even himself.

Of course, he knew it was futile. Jimmy was never going to listen. Because what really set them apart in the end was irreconcilable; the gulf between them was shaped by their ideals.

Swansea wanted to be a better man. Jimmy wanted to be a hero.

[grandline-fics]

Would you feel comfortable writing for Kid? If so, could I request him falling for fem reader that's the total opposite of him? She's more on the quiet side and doesn't really speak first until someone comes and talks to her. Doesn't have a lot of confidence, but is friendly, just a little awkward.

DESCRIPTION: You’re his opposite 

WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 1,056

A/N: Thank you for this request and sorry it took so long to do this one. I hope it was worth the wait and I hope I got the vibe for the story that you were looking for.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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If anyone were to look at the entire crew of the Kid Pirates it would be clear that you’re the odd one out. While they’re a bunch of loud misfits in their own way, to an outsider it would seem as though you got lost and found yourself caught in their crosshairs. There’ve even been cases when some people have assumed you were kidnapped by the Kid Pirates. However nothing could be further from the truth, you’re a key part of the crew despite your differing personality compared to the others. While it doesn’t make sense to outsiders for you be there, to the crew you love it makes sense to them and you. You didn’t need to be as loud as them, you didn’t need to be as quick to blowing a fuse and getting into a fight as them, you didn’t need to have the outward confidence and intimidating aura they had. You were you and none of them would change that. Kid especially. 

Kid couldn’t help but be drawn to you from the very first time he saw you on your home island. While you’d been helping out in the local bar he noticed you straight away, watching you work silently and diligently to serve the other patrons. It was clear you were shy but being shy doesn’t mean you are weak or a pushover, as one patron quickly found out. When they tried to push their luck with you, you dealt with them swiftly and just as fiercely as anyone on his crew could. Kid’s interest in you only grew then as he watched you single handedly put the drunk in his place and then went straight back to your work as though nothing had happened.

It was that moment there that Kid wanted you on his crew. Over the course of that night he’d asked you to join the Kid Pirates. At first you ignored his offer with a simple ‘no thanks’ believing it to be a joke but as the night wore on and his request was just as earnest as the first time, you began to consider it. The morning he left the island he was smug to see you walk towards the ship. ‘Knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” He’d joked as you wordlessly climbed aboard. 

Ever since then it was beginning to dawn on Kid that it was he who couldn’t resist you. While he was everything harsh and sharp and short-tempered, you were soft, warm and patient. Having your calm manner amongst them helped assess situations and served as an anchor for the crew when they were getting too worked up. You were able to talk freely to him and the crew but still you usually waited for them to engage you first, always speaking kindly and listening intently to their words. Kid found he could talk to you about anything and everything, mostly in part to just be around you and talk but also to just allow himself to indulge in the way you looked at him with undivided attention and small, encouraging smile curving your lips.

Kid knew he’d fallen for you and the crew knew it too and they all collectively agreed that until he actually confessed to you or acted on his feelings they were going to tease the hell out of him and use the information to their advantage. On days he was in a bad mood, they would ask you to go and relay any further bad news to him, smirking at the sound of his yell choking in his throat when he realised it was you coming into his workshop to tell him. Almost every meal they would coincidentally leave the seat next to Kid’s free for you to sit in. When they docked on a new island,  most of the time they made sure you and their fearless Captain were paired together, but when it was a group of them, the others would clumsily get lost so it would leave just the two of you for a couple hours to explore or shop for supplies. 

One afternoon while you were helping Kid in the workshop, and by helping it just meant you were both sitting in comfortable silence while Kid worked on. Idly you toyed with a screwdriver in your hand and you observed your Captain quietly. Kid knew you long enough to know when you were just merely staring in his direction or if you were actually looking his way because you wanted to talk to him about something. “What’s up?”

“I’m curious…” you began carefully deciding on how you wanted to phrase things. “Why do you let the crew tease you the way they do?” 

“Tease me how?” Kid asked, his eyes still trained on the mechanism in front of him. 

“You know how. With me.” You glanced up from the screwdriver you were still fidgeting with to meet his gaze, his attention now fully on you. Your lips twitched slightly to see his expression. He looked apprehensive, cautious of your reaction. “They aren’t exactly subtle, Kid and their covert planning on how they can get the two of us alone isn’t ever whispered.”

“Are you mad?” He asked, he also feared asking if it made you uncomfortable but he knew you’d never let them force you to do anything that would cause you discomfort or anxiety. 

“Mad for getting to spend time with you without the others hanging around?” You asked softly, returning your stare to the tool in your hands. “Can’t get mad at something I like doing, can I?”

Kid watched you with a slowly growing grin, even with how shy you were, you’d somehow managed to admit something he’d been too scared to face first. Quickly he activated his Devil Fruit power and commanding the screwdriver in your hand he coaxed it towards him, causing you to be pulled along in your seat until you were pressed beside him, the perfect fit he thought. Kid stared down at you and smirked when you slowly look up and offered him a sweet smile of your own. He took the screwdriver out of your hands and slipped his hand into your loose, gentle grip. It looked like the rest of the crew would have to find something else to entertain themselves with now.

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Hello :)) could i request a straw hat, heart pirates (law) , kidd pirates(kidd and killer) having a gem! Reader (from steven universe) that can fuse with people? (Its not a devil fruit and they are actually a side project from vegapunk).

If its too many characters, perhaps only the strawhats?

Have a nice day ♡

—Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x gem!reader

—Summary: A Vegapunk experiment gives you life, a gem with powers beyond a simple devil fruit user.

—Warnings: none

I apologize again for another break :/ and sorry if this is a bit brief, I don't know much about Steven Universe or what a gem can do specifically

─ It feels strange to have any kind of power that isn't conceived by a devil fruit, but at least you have the advantage of being able to swim in the sea.

─ Robin and Chopper are the most interested in how your abilities work; the fact that you can bond with someone who isn't a gem is fascinating.

─ Luffy will just want to team up with you for fun; you'll have to explain to him that you should only do it at certain times.

─ You tend to combine more with those who already have a powers; Luffy, Robin, or Brook, you're usually more powerful because they already have other abilities.

─ Although combining your own powers with Sanji's kicks, Zoro's sword style, or Nami, Usopp, and Jinbe's knowledge is also very beneficial depending on the situation.

─ Franky is the most excited to do the little dance to blend in with you, unlike Zoro, who prefers not to have to.

─ Sometimes you've even separated in the middle of a transformation just because you had an internal argument with that person.

─ Once your gem cracked a little, you gave Chopper a heart attack because he'd never seen you hurt before, but it was easily fixed.

─ They're extremely careful not to damage your gem for fear that you won't be able to regenerate.

─ The most aggressive combinations are Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy; the most defensive are Nami, Robin, and Brook.

─ It's quite incredible to see you in action, your abilities as a gem are a complete enigma to him; you just keep coming up with new tricks.

─ But what fascinates him most is your healing process, at first, he found you as a broken gem he was going to sell.

─ Then he found you as a human body, with that broken gem completely repaired attached to you.

─ He asked you a ton of questions and tested you after you joined the crew, even though you were just discovering your powers a bit, you were an experiment, just testing out everything you could do.

─ Then he discovered you could combine with non-gems, you're a real treasure trove of surprises.

─ He loves the way you two combine, your abilities and his knowledge (plus his own power) make you a real threat to your enemies.

— Although Law is very strict about this, you've done some testing and you can't combine for too long, or it will create instability.

—He'll bandage the area where your gem is located to protect it from damage, just in case.

—Combining with Law is both an offensive and defensive card.

— Probably the most unstable (at least Kid) you can mix with.

— Killer is always the best choice, although of all the crews, this is the one where your gem has broken the most.

— They're more careless, but they still worry if your human form disappears for too long.

— Kid is a little devil who enjoys mixing with you even if he has to do that stupid dance, but it's easier for you to end up in your own bodies after a short time.

— His fierceness and spontaneity make the transformation unstable, sometimes even impossible if he's very angry.

— Killer is the one you have the most compatibility with for a battle of attrition, his calm but aggressive nature and your skills combined make you two a very offensive individual for a battle, capable of holding together for longer.

— Although if you're also in a bad mood and you team up with an equally angry Kid, it can become a time bomb.

— It only happens in exceptional cases, where there is a rush to crush opponents effectively and quickly with aggression.

[verstappenf1lecccc]

The Secret Kiss

It was a bright, bustling day at Silverstone Circuit, the sound of engines roaring in the distance echoing through the air, carrying with it the undeniable energy of an F1 race weekend. The crowd’s excitement buzzed like a swarm of bees as thousands filled the stands, waving British flags, all cheering for their home hero, Lewis Hamilton.

But for Y/N, today was more than just another race. It had been months since she and Lewis had begun their secret relationship—months of stolen moments, late-night conversations, and quiet dates away from the public eye. She had never sought the fame that came with being linked to a driver of his caliber, and he respected that more than anything. So, they kept their love quiet, protected by the privacy of their own world.

However, today was different. She stood in the team’s garage, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, dressed in the Mercedes gear she’d been gifted on one of their many quiet weekends together. It was a subtle gesture—enough to blend in, yet still make her presence known to the team. She wasn’t part of the media circus, the fans, or the spotlight. Her role in this world was that of a silent supporter, standing by Lewis in the shadows, away from the cameras.

The race was nearing its end, and Lewis had been on fire all weekend. Every lap, every corner, he seemed to gain momentum, feeding off the energy of his home crowd. It was as if the weight of everyone’s hopes and expectations had somehow fused with his determination, creating the perfect storm.

And now, as the final lap began, Y/N stood in the garage, hands pressed firmly against the railing, eyes trained on the screen. Lewis was in the lead—his heart and soul, fully invested in the race. The pit crew buzzed around, getting ready for any last-minute adjustments, but Y/N couldn’t pull her gaze away.

Her heart raced as the final few corners of the track came into view. The roar of the crowd outside was deafening, but in the garage, it was almost too quiet, save for the occasional call over the radio and the soft hum of the engine.

The countdown had begun.

“Come on, Lewis,” she whispered under her breath, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the metal railing.

And then, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.

“Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix!”

The roar from the crowd outside the garage was nothing short of thunderous, vibrating through the walls and floor. Y/N’s chest swelled with pride and relief, her heart bursting with excitement. She could see the elation on the faces of the Mercedes team as they began to celebrate.

But what caught her off guard was the sudden sensation of a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. The smell of Lewis’s cologne was familiar, comforting—like home. Before she could even turn to look at him, his lips were on hers, soft and full of the joy he was feeling.

The kiss was brief, but it was everything. A moment where the whole world seemed to pause, just for them. Y/N melted into him, her hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, matching her own.

“You did it,” she whispered against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breath still ragged from the intensity of the race. His eyes sparkled with the excitement of victory. “We did it,” he corrected, his smile wide and sincere.

“But we can’t be seen,” she whispered, glancing around quickly to make sure no one had noticed them. The garage was buzzing with activity as the team celebrated, but no one had seen the intimate exchange.

“I don’t care,” he replied, his voice low and steady, eyes locking with hers. “I just wanted to kiss you, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

Her heart fluttered. There was something about the way he looked at her, as though she were the only person in the room. She knew it wasn’t just the race that had him so euphoric—it was her. She felt the same way.

“Your team’s waiting,” she said, glancing over at the crew members, now cheering for their victorious driver.

“Let them wait,” he said, taking a step back only to pull her closer again. “I’ll be right there. But first, you have to know how much I appreciate you—how much I love having you by my side.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, a wave of emotion flooding over her. They had never spoken so openly about their feelings before, always careful to keep their love under wraps. But in that moment, surrounded by the hum of the team, the roaring crowd, and the quiet camaraderie they shared, there was no denying the depth of what they had.

“I love you too,” she whispered, so softly only he could hear it.

His lips curved into a tender smile. “You’re all I ever wanted, Y/N. Win or lose, this—us—it’s the only thing that matters.”

Before she could respond, his arm was around her shoulders, guiding her toward the pit lane where the team was waiting to congratulate him. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she walked with him, hands brushing together, the secret they shared more intimate than any trophy or victory could ever be.

As they emerged into the light of the pit lane, the cheers of the crowd washed over them, but in the midst of it all, it was as if they were alone in their own world. Lewis turned to her, his eyes soft with adoration. Then, without warning, he kissed her again—this time a quick but meaningful peck on her lips before he turned to face his team.

She smiled, keeping her distance, but there was no mistaking the love between them.

For now, they would stay hidden, and the world would think nothing more of it than a driver celebrating his win. But Y/N knew the truth and so did Lewis.

No matter how much the world saw or didn’t see, they would always have each other.

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Thoughts on the live action one piece

Spoilers 😉

Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.

I’ll try to keep it short.

Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.

Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.

Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.

I will be listening to her song on repeat.

Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵‍💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.

Sanji😳 First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮‍💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.

Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!

The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts

Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.

They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.

It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕

The relationships they explored?

First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀

Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.

Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.

Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.

Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?

And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.

Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.

I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.

I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx

[monimccoythings]

The Beast Within

Sooo I was trying to write a feral!Logan but this oneshot crossed my mind and I just went along with it. I'll write the feral!logan I want to write when I finish the Wolverine's 1988 run. I think I remember mentioning back in my Retired!Logan headcanons that shall danger come for his family he would be ready and waiting. I wanted to dwell on that.

Summary: You awake only to find yourself and your daughters tied up by some unknown men that wnat to roleplay their wildest and scariest fantasies. Your only hope to survive lies on your husband; a man that gang would soon know they shouldn't have messed with.

Word count: 3087

tags: slight feral!logan, a bit of horror, gn!reader, happy ending, Logan loves his family and will kill for them. A bit ooc Wolverine.

tw: blood, death, attempted rape, non-con elements, kidnapping, swear words.

It had all happened so quickly. One moment you were entering your home with your daughters in tow, and the next, you were being knocked out by some masked men.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself unable to move, having been tied to a chair, the cords against your wrists and ankles cutting into your blood flow. Yet you didn't fear for your life.

Desperately you looked around for Laura and your youngest child. Silently praying those assholes hadn't reached them. You nearly bursted into tears when you saw Laura tied to the couch, still knocked out like a light, but fine nevertheless; but that relief was short lived when you saw one of the men holding your youngest in his arms.

"Well, look who's finally up! I'm so glad you could join us."

You mentally counted them, There were about five burly men. All masked, to conceal their identities. A shiver ran down your spine when you saw they were all armed.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Your mind went overdrive with the amount of possibilities. Where they from an anti mutant group? Have you been found out?? Logan had made sure your tracks were covered so nobody would know who and what he and the children were. Where they robbers, then?

"Hmm why would people do what they do?" The supposed leader of the group dramatically pondered. "Us humans always worry about norms, etiquette, social behavior, we repress ourselves..." you let the man rant about how our real animal natures were suppressed by society, you didn't care too much for that, too busy finding different ways to free yourself and save your kids.

"So, to answer your question. We do this for fun. Because we can. Because we aren't afraid to show who we really are." You felt the blood in your veins freeze when you felt the disgusting hand come near your crotch. These people were insane. If they were just robbers, you could just let them take whatever they wanted and wait until they left. Material things could be replaced, but his words implied something much much worse for you.

"Please, just take what you want and leave!" You knew you had to do something, anything just to keep those men away from your babies, just buy enough time for Logan to-

Logan! Yes, he would sense something was wrong, and come for you all! You just-

The man licked a long streak from your collarbone to your cheek, his hungry depraved eyes mirroring those of his accomplices.

"Oh, we are going to take it indeed." He licked his lips in anticipation, his fingers lazily undoing the buttons of your shirt. You felt the cold air in your exposed skin.

"Listen. My husband will come soon. You need to leave now that you can-"

He forcefully grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his empty cold eyes. You didn't find any source of empathy or humanity there. His free hand started to unbutton your jeans.

"Then, he can watch."

The lights went out after that, startling the man and his crew. Some let out a few curses.

"Shut the fuck up! It's just the fucking lights!" The man bellowed towards the rest of the group. He signaled with his head towards the most dimwitted looking member. "Beta! Go check the fuse box!"

The man obediently complied with his orders. The fact that you could barely see, didn't do well for your nerves. They could strike any moment.

Minutes passed and the dude nicknamed 'Beta' hadn't returned. Which was weird, because the fusebox was in a small broom closet at the other end of the cabin, and the cabin wasn't really Charles Xavier's Mansion. You could tell that the man giving the orders was already starting to lose his patience.

"Dumb fuck, can't do shit by himself..." He mumbled. "Gamma! Go tell that stupid bitch to hurry the fuck up!" He turned towards you a terrifying smile on his face "I just can't wait to see the look in your eyes when we break you and the kids."

That was enough for you to lunge towards him, parental instincts activating like crazy. Unfortunately there was little you could do with your limited mobility. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled painfully, you felt tears burning at the corner of your eyes but you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you cry.

"Listen here you little slut. Only I get to bite, only I get to kick, and when I'm done with you l, you'll be-"

"Alpha, he ain't here!" 'Gamma''s voice could be heard from the hall. That only fueled 'Alpha's' impatience.

"I ask him a simple task and he fucking gets lost! Look better or none of you are having a piece of this whore!!"

His eyes turned back to yours. A hungry, wicked look crossed them. His mouth went towards your neck, as much as you tried to resist you couldn't pull away from his strong hold in your hair. You let out a scream when he bit you, praying that he hadn't bitten hard enough to draw blood, but that only seemed to encourage him, just as his tongues was lapping at the bruising bitemark you heard someone scream from the end of the hall.

"OH FUCKING SHIT!!"

*bang*

*bang*

And then nothing. That seemed to alert the group, the leader, Alpha, immediately pulling away and releasing you from his vice grip.

"The fuck was that!?" He commanded "Beta! Gamma! Answer now!"

No answer.

With your heart in your throat you quickly took deep breaths, trying to recover a sense of calmness and normalcy that you knew was long lost. But you had to. Your kids were still unconscious you needed to protect them.

"Sigma. Get out and secure the perimeter."

'Sigma' didn't look very convinced but as long as he released your little baby girl everything would be fine. You could practically feel the hesitation in him as he lowered your daughter onto the nearest armchair and quietly exited the living room, gun in hand.

"Whatever the fuck is trying to screw with us, is going to learn this 'pack' doesn't go down easily."

Minutes passed of eery silence, each minute felt like agonizing hours. You thought it would never end until you heard a blood curling scream followed by the sound of glass breaking and something splattering against the walls.

That's when you heard it. An animalistic snarl. It was faint, but it was definitely there and filled your heart with hope like no other. This time you were surely going to cry from joy.

He had arrived.

You were saved.

Tears fell freely down your cheeks, you couldn't help the broad smile that formed in your features.

"Oh God he's here. He's here..." You repeated over and over like a mantra, as if you couldn't quite believe it.

"The fuck is this bitch talking about??" He backhanded you so roughly that you thought you saw stars, the sharp pain in your cheek was nothing compared to the huge relief you were feeling.

'Alpha' turned towards the last remaining member of his 'pack'. "What are you waiting for, dumbass?? Lock the fucking doors!"

The other guy didn't move for a few seconds, obviously scared at this dramatic turn of events. The tension between him and the leader was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were sure he was wondering why he should risk his life for a plan that was going awry with each passing second. Maybe he was also considering shooting down 'Alpha' and be done with it.

Before he has time to live up that fantasy, he found himself looking straight at the end of 'Alpha's' Magnum. This was no longer a fun game for them. It had stopped being a game when 'Beta' hadn't returned.

"Lock. The fucking. Doors." 'Alpha's' voice was unusually quiet and full of promises of a world of pain if he disobeyed his orders. There was no other choice but to follow his lead, as always.

With trembling hands, the poor guy put the safety lock as best as he could. Once done, he breathed a sigh of relief, believing him safe.

Until a massive arm, broke through the glass of the door and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him a couple of inches off the ground. The man kicked and struggled, trying in vain to reach for his gun. When the hand released him, he hurriedly went for it before he was grabbed again but was stopped by three metal claws piercing through his skull, killing him instantly. The man fell to the ground like a ragdoll.

"Shit." 'Alpha' whispered, feeling for the first time that night true fear. "Shitshitshitshitshit!" His panic grew as he saw the killer of his 'packmate' kick the doors open as if it was nothing.

You couldn't see him, but you knew he was pissed like he had never been before.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

'Alpha' fired bullet after bullet towards him. A single shot would have taken down a grown man. But this wasn't a normal man. Oh no, they had just gone after the family of one of the most dangerous men to ever live.

Logan slowly stepped into the moonlight and your breath caught in your throat. From his beard, to his clothes, blood was dripping, but not from the gunshotwounds, those were already healed. His sharp teeth, bared in a feral snarl were stained with blood, having used them to tear through flesh and bone. The icing on the cake were his eyes, those eyes that looked at you with so much tenderness and lust, that crinkled with happiness when they saw his little ones run towards him; they were just empty, void of any rational thought.

You shuddered at his primal display.

The man known just as 'Alpha' took a step back. For all his talk about how he didn't repress from his animal urges and how he was an alpha male, he found himself small and insignificant in the presence of a real animal. Every adamantium coated bone in Logan's body exuded dominance, power, strength; it was overwhelming. 'Alpha' knew if he didn't play his cards well he would end up like the rest of his 'pack' or worse.

Cold sweat formed on your forehead when the gun pointed towards you.

"One more step, and I'll shoot." His voice was deadly quiet, but you could hear the fear hidden behind all that bravado.

Logan stopped, a low growl building up in his throat. His eyes quickly darted towards yours and returned towards his enemy. You knew you had little time, as long as the 'Alpha' kept his eyes locked on Logan's; he wouldn't dare shoot you unless he wanted to have the slowest and most painful death there was, he just needed to think for a better plan of action, which gave you a wonderful opportunity to ponder about how you were going to get out safely, you had to act fast enough to give Logan some margin.

As quiet as you could muster, you started balancing yourself from side to side. Each second that passed increased your chances of ending up with a hole in your chest. A couple of swings more and-

"AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHH"

'Alpha' roared in pain when Laura out of nowhere, sunk her teeth and bone claws on his leg. Unfortunately, as a reflex, he accidentally pressed the trigger.

You would never be sure about how you got so lucky that night, as you fell sideways with the chair, the bullet barely grazed your shoulder. You had evaded death miraculously and there was a new hole in the wall.

Logan didn't waste his opportunity. Before 'Alpha' had the chance to kick Laura off his leg, he freed his claws and with a swift motion slashed his yugular vein with two clean cuts.

The blood splattered on his chest and face like a fountain. Alpha's body went limp and fell lifeless to the side. You let out a sigh in relief, as tears ran again freely down your cheeks.

The nightmare was over.

But not for Logan.

For a couple of seconds, he just stood there, breathing heavily, and coated in blood. Laura stood at his feet, looking at him apprehensively, as if sensing there was something wrong.

"Logan." You called for him reassuringly, but he didn't even look at you. You doubted he had heard you. His fists were clenching and unclenching, his knuckles were turning white. The veins in his arms bulged against the swollen muscles. His breaths came out in short puffs of air. Whatever he was feeling right now, you needed to pull him out of it.

His head turned sharply when he heard your youngest stirring. He looked at his bloodied hands and finally looked at you with a mixture of panic and dread. He didn't know what to do.

"Laura. Laura, sweetheart, untie me." She snapped out from her stupor and quickly tore through the cords, freeing you at last. You massaged your wrists, hoping to return your bloodflow back to normal. As much as you'd have loved to rest there was no time to lose.

You understood Logan's fear. It was already painful enough for him to have Laura watching him when he was like that, he didn't want the other one to go through the same trauma.

You quickly rushed towads him and he flinched back, still in shock. "It is okay, Logan. We're safe. You saved us. I'm going to take the girls to her room okay? He barely nodded, his eyes unfocused. You would deal with him later, now the kids were a top priority.

You would heal together, later.

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He had scrubbed the floors clean until he thought he was going to pass out from the chemicals. He had hidden the bodies or whatever remained of them in a place where he knew nobody would ever look for them. Not that they'd be missed, he supposed.

It scared him how good he was at this. He should have gotten used to it by now, after all, he was the best at what he did, and what he did wasn't very nice.

It had been to good to be true. A sweet dream before waking up and facing reality. He had gotten sloppy and his family had paid the price. He didn't even know what those had wanted, nor did he care. One single look through the window and all sense of rationality had left his brain leaving only the animal that deep down he knew he was.

What would you think of him now? Did you regret marrying him? Knowing what he did was one thing, but actually witnessing it was another. What had transpired tonight would surely define your relationship for the rest of your lives

And Laura? He had worked so hard to erase the violence and trauma of her earlier years, to give her a normal childhood with a family. And he had just pulled her back.

He buried his face in his hands, grabbing chunks of his hair. He was a monster, an animal, a mindless-

He jumped and turned around with a snarl on his face and his claws ready when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Logan's tense muscles visibly relaxed when he saw it was just you, but he was still restless.

"Logan, it's okay. It's just me" You knew exactly was was crossing his mind. After years of knowing each other, you knew that the legendary Wolverine, the man that would take his secrets to his grave, could be easily read like an open book if you got close enough.

"Honey, this is not your fault. You came and saved us. We're here because of you." You couldn't bear the thought of him punishing himself over something that wasn't even his fault to begin with.

"I should have been there with you. I should have arrived sooner, then you wouldn't have to go through-" His gruff voice sounded so broken, so terrified, there was nothing you wanted more than to cradle him in your arms. "I'm a monster." He quietly whispered.

"You are not a monster. You. Are. Not. Not a monster, neither an animal." You cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes sternly.

"I-I lost control. I saw you there tied up and I lost it. Laura saw it, and our little-"

"Shhhh... They are alright. They are okay in their bedroom. Laura knew you were protecting us, she has always known." You ran your fingers through his wild hair, marvelling at how his tufts stayed up no matter the situation.

You gently guide him back into the house. You don't look at the toppled chair, or the hole in the wall, or the mountain of cleaning products. Neither of you wanted to think about that. When you reached the bedroom, you undressed each other, taking your time, memorizing every string of clothing. Your discarded attires formed a dirty and bloody pile in the corner.

Tenderly, like treating a very vulnerable creature, you cleaned his face, chest and hands with a towel. You could feel the raw power stored in that massive torso and hands, you knew what he could do with those. But you also knew how careful and soft he was around you and the girls.

You put on your comfiest pijamas and got ready for bed, leaving the mess of that night for the next day. Before he climbed in with you, Logan stopped and takes a step back.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Wait here." He hurriedly exited your bedroom, leaving you alone, baffled at his behavior. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone after that night.

Your initial confusion gave way to tenderness when you saw him return holding a daugther on each of his thick arms. Laura blinked groggily at you, annoyed at having been woken up from her slumber. You quickly craddled her in your arms, kissing her forehead.

Holding your youngest baby girl to his chest he got in bed, his free arm pulling you and Laura closer, trapping you in an embrace. He kissed your head, his soft breaths along with those of your daughters were enough to lull you to sleep.

You were safe.

Nobody was going to get you.

He would make sure of that.

[sunny-mercya]

Love Compass

Shanks x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

It was after Gold D. Roger's execution—and the few days of mourning, for those who valued such a great pirate and his legacy—when Shanks decided to get himself a boat and sailing his way, through the rough sea, towards Kanu Island—where you're would, hopefully, still be there and waiting as promised.

Two years ago they have dropped you off on Kanu Island—Jingling Town, a popular port for travellers, pirates and marines, to be exact—after it was clear that you weren't cut out for the pirate life, which you had admitted—under tears of begging to Roger and Rayleigh to let you get off for once and final from the ship—yourself.

Shanks didn't knew why he thought about you now, truthfully almost forgetting about the promise the two of you had made back then—it just, with everything happening in these past two years, slipped his mind and he didn't deemed it important enough—even when Rayleigh, who missed you lots after the drop off, drunkly sobs about you like a sad dad—to have it on his priority list or something.

But then Mihawk—after the day of execution, when Buggy and he had gotten into a nasty petty fight, which had turned from a verbal argument into a bawl of throwing fists real quick—had made this comment, something along the lines of handsome cute, about you and wanting to ask you out—and a fuse, of lowkey jealousy and rivalry, sparked inside Shanks.

Because Jingling Village was the location where Shanks (Buggy and you as well) had met Mihawk for the first time—who had voiced his interest about you pretty openly and Buggy had to hold Shanks back that one time, from strangling Mihawk for having his arm around you once—and declaring a sort of rivalry friendship.

Sure, Mihawk was able to spend two years with you—probably wooing you off into cloud nine of love—but it was Shanks, who taught you some defence with a knife and protected you from harm and he's the one who made a promise under the sky of starry stars with you and not Mihawk, who's just a boring sword guy—and yeah, maybe Shanks was a bit jealous.

A seashell, it's the only thing Shanks could find in the short moment of time he had, as a courting gift for you sounds splendid enough, Shanks thinks—scratching the back of his head, when getting into his small boat and setting sail—having no idea what he actually is about to do anyway.

~~~•~~~

Back then—mind drifting, while the warm sun keeps blazing down and allures into a dozing off, to the memories of the last few years—when Shanks had been an apprentice on Gold D. Roger's Ship, a few of the much older Crew-members—who are married or had a significant other—always liked to quote especially when they're teasing the Captain, an old saying about love.

“Love, is like a sailing ship, like a cardinal point and the heart is the compass to find its rightful destined place to anchor.”

Shanks, whenever he had the unlucky opportunity to get to hear it once again—because sometimes the older guys likes to spout their nonsensical at Buggy and him as well, with the addition of youth and young love and whatever—would roll his eyes in annoyance, finding it so cheesy and ridiculously.

Love, Shanks had scoffed—with petty sarcasm in his voice and tad of minimal, actually more aggressive annoyance, anger in it—to Buggy, when they scrubbed the decks as a lesson learning detention—after they have head butted straight into mischievousness—is a useless emotion to feel and makes a Pirate nothing but weak.

Buggy asked Shanks then, stopping with the scrubbing—raising a eyebrow and red lips turning into a scowl—what he would do if he ever does meet a person he would feel love for.

That's actually a pretty good question, Shanks had admitted—stopping as well with the scrubbing and looking at his friend—he really hadn't thought so far ahead about the possibility of what if and if there is, should be, a slight chance of him falling in love—Shanks wished to be swallowed by the ground or getting drowned into the ocean, because falling in love—to feel these ridiculously emotion—was just embarrassing.

»I won't.« said Shanks with voice firm and iron determination.

»Tell me a more believable lie,« scoffed Buggy at his friend, rolling his eyes.

It was Rayleigh—when he had gone with Roger on a short trip through the city they have docked on—who brought you onto the Ship, after spotting you in the Entertainment District—where you had being forced to serve women in a inappropriate manner, which no child should be exposed to—and declaring, without any regards of what Roger might have to say about this, you're staying with them from now on.

Shyly you hid behind Rayleigh, bandaged hands—which looked, even from where Shanks is standing, rather small for your age and Shanks is sure, from the first glimpse of glance he could get at you, you're just about two years younger than him—gripping his coat tightly and trying your best to not get looked on too much.

Besides feeling too exposed for your own comfort, as if you were a dressed up mannequin—which you only have seen once, a small glimpse of outside life from the Bathhouse establishment you've worked for—on high bidding sale, these pirates—which all looked so towering tall—scared you, with their harsh featuring faces and grim expressions, except for Rayleigh and Roger—because these two has greeted you kindly and giving you candy.

»No need to be so shy, [Name]. Look, these two young boys are Shanks and Buggy and they gonna show you around.« Rayleigh pushes you forward, making you—from your own clumsiness—stumbling a bit.

Looking back to Rayleigh—the man feels like a warm spot of comfort and you really didn't want to leave his side, not for while now at least, not till you sure you're really safe on this ship—who gives you an encouraging smile, you stuttered out a quiet hello.

~~~•~~~

It didn't take long for you, only like two whole months, to warm up to Shanks pretty quickly—following around him, although you also do that with Rayleigh and Roger—these two are still your favourite people to be around—like a duckling.

Shanks doesn't mind it at all, feeling a burst of pride in his chest, whenever he could be your guide (or personal bodyguard, which only occurred twice, but still a number to be count) giving Buggy a smug little smile, making the blue haired boy all huffy—not that Buggy wanted to be your friend or something stupid like that, but being a guide is cool.

»And then there was a section in the middle of the sea, looking like the literal night sky and filled with actual stars! And during the night they glowed! It was a real sight to–« Shanks often tells you about their little adventures and memorable days they have encountered during their journey.

Just like now, during the end of afternoon, after you have finished up the last few meal preparations for tonight's dinner—because that's something, the cooking, you're really interested in and decided to do while being with the Roger Pirates.

You like Shanks stories, sometimes Buggy would join in as well with a few add ons or cracking up some jokes—making you laugh the most, because Buggy is being Buggy, silly and joyful—and whenever you listen to them, you wished you had been able to discover these wonderful wonders just like them—making you feel a bit sad, about these lost opportunities.

»I wanna see the stars too...« you babbled in, looking a bit sad, interrupting Shanks—who looked at you with confusion, because what do you mean? You haven't seen the Stars?

»You never have seen them?« Buggy asked, wanting to be sure they heard right and you only shook your head in response.

»But...but how? You're on a Ship! You should be able to see them!«

»I have stayed most of the time indoors before and even now I do so, during the night especially...« you shrugged your shoulders, it wasn't a real big deal—sure, you wanted to see the Stars, heard some pretty tales of them from the Ladies you served, but it's not a must have.

»No way! We will show you some Stars! Tonight! And if not tonight then tomorrow!«

You didn't know why Shanks was shouting so much, but you find it a bit—just bit—loud and Buggy, whose vocal cords are always loud, thinks the same.

»Oi! Dumbass! Stop shouting!« Buggy—starting to shout himself now—whacked Shanks upside the head and Shanks apologised, rubbing his neck and smiling sheepishly at the both of you.

Within two years—time sure fly fast by, when life got to be enjoyable—you had become great friends with Shanks and Buggy—being a trio for every island or Town exploring, doing chores together, making sure you gave the two boys always an extra big portion at dinner and overall you three had a great friendship.

But there's always an end to the good times—like a final drop to a overfilled Glas of rum and once the drop hit the liquid, it spills like a flood—and such end had happened in the very beginning of your third year in Rogers crew.

It was a rough night, when another Pirate Crew—much brutal and violent than any other one you've encountered—entered the Oro Jackson, wanting to make it their own and plundering the treasures.

You had stayed down—hiding—in the kitchen, you always do whenever there's a fight with either other pirates or marines—it had been Rogers and Rayleigh's order, since you aren't doing so well with fighting at all and because Rayleigh doesn't want you to get hurt—so here you are, with nothing but a knife to defend yourself and hoping no enemy decides to comes down here.

On this day though, once you heard thundering heavy footsteps and unknown voices coming near you, you knew luck wasn't on your side and if it weren't for your knife—and what Shanks had taught you about defensive—you would have died that night as well, but to your unlucky luck you only had suffered a small wound.

After what happened, you knew the pirate life wasn't something for you—not right now at least—and so you asked, begged more, Roger to let you off from the ship and while Roger agreed, finding it sad though to not have you anymore on board—but he could understand your point of view about it—Rayleigh got so emotional upset about, after all you're his adopted son, that he actually sobbed the whole night long as if he's about to lose something very precious.

~~~•~~~

When Shanks had gone to your house—after strolling through the streets of the town and asking about your whereabouts—a small cosy looking hut, the first thing he was being greeted with, was a barrel of a gun directly pointed into his face.

»You are not welcomed.«

A black haired teen, not older than Shanks himself, with a cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth—and scowl of glare, so deep that he could be mistaken for a adult—was holding the gun, firm as if he had already years of experience.

For a moment Shanks wondered if the old lady from the shop had given him the right address, but when your voice rings out—it's easily to recognise, like a pleasant melody, even after these two years—Shanks wondered in amusement, what's the story behind of you have gotten a personal bodyguard now.

»Benny, don't intimidate anyone again.« you sighted out loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose, before joining your friend at the door—wanting to see who it is, before Ben would have his way of scaring whoever it is away, like he always does.

Ever since befriending Ben—when letting him stay in your house for a days, because all the other Inns had been full and the kind old lady from the shop near the harbour has directed him to you, after Mihawk had set sail again—and that one time a bulgar tried to rob you, while you had still been in the house, Ben isn't giving any kindness to anyone of strangers who visits unexpected anymore.

»Shanks? It's been a long time, hasn't it? Benny, move and put your gun away! Shanks a friend of mine. Come in! I will make us some tea«

Well, in all honesty, it's a real surprise—in a good way—to see Shanks at your front door, having expected such visit the very last.

»Hello, [Name], you're ready to see the Stars?«

And while Ben raised an eyebrow in confusion to what Shanks just had said, you understood perfectly what he meant.

»Sure, Captain,«

[leftistfeminista]

Trolls Used Her Face to Make Fake Porn. There Was Nothing She Could Do.

Sabrina Javellana was a rising star in local politics — until deepfakes derailed her life.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/31/magazine/sabrina-javellana-florida-politics-ai-porn.html

Most mornings, before walking into City Hall in Hallandale Beach, Fla., a small city north of Miami, Sabrina Javellana would sit in the parking lot and monitor her Twitter and Instagram accounts. After winning a seat on the Hallandale Beach city commission in 2018, at age 21, she became one of the youngest elected officials in Florida’s history. Her progressive political positions had sometimes earned her enemies: After proposing a name change for a state thoroughfare called Dixie Highway in late 2019, she regularly received vitriolic and violent threats on social media; her condemnation of police brutality and calls for criminal-justice reform prompted aggressive rhetoric from members of local law enforcement. Disturbing messages were nothing new to her.

The morning of Feb. 5, 2021, though, she noticed an unusual one. “Hi, just wanted to let you know that somebody is sharing pictures of you online and discussing you in quite a grotesque manner,” it began. “He claims that he’s one of your ‘guy friends.’”

Javellana froze. Who could have sent this message? She asked for evidence, and the sender responded with pixelated screenshots of a forum thread that included photos of her. There were comments that mentioned her political career. Had her work drawn these people’s ire? Eventually, with a friend’s help, she found a set of archived pages from the notorious forum site 4chan. Most of the images were pulled from her social media and annotated with obscene, misogynistic remarks: “not thicc enough”; “I would breed her”; “no sane person would date such a stupid creature.” But one image further down the thread stopped her short. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror with her head tilted to the side, smiling playfully. She had posted an almost identical selfie, in which she wore a brown crew-neck top and matching skirt, to her Instagram account back in 2015. “It was the exact same picture,” Javellana said of the doctored image. “But I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

There were several more. These were deepfakes: A.I.-generated images that manipulate a person’s likeness, fusing it with others to create a false picture or video, sometimes pornographic, in a way that looks authentic. Although fake explicit material has existed for decades thanks to image-editing software, deepfakes stand out for their striking believability. Even Javellana was shaken by their apparent authenticity.

“I didn’t know that this was something that happened to everyday people,” Javellana told me when I visited her earlier this year in Florida. She wondered if anyone else had seen the photos or the abusive comments online. Several of the threads even implied that people on the forum knew her. “I live in Broward County,” one comment read. “She just graduated from FIU.” Other users threatened sexual violence. In the days that followed, Javellana became increasingly fearful and paranoid. She stopped walking alone at night and started triple-checking that her doors and windows were locked before she slept. In an effort to protect her personal life, she made her Instagram private and removed photographs of herself in a bathing suit.

Discovering the images changed how Javellana operated professionally. Attending press events was part of her job, but now she felt anxious every time someone lifted their camera. She worried that public images of her would be turned into pornography, so she covered as much of her body as she could, favoring high-cut blouses and blazers. She knew she wasn’t acting rationally — people could create new deepfakes regardless of how much skin she showed in the real world — but changing her style made her feel a sense of control. If the deepfakes went viral, no one could look at how she dressed and think that she had invited this harassment.

[ironrose-stylistlegion]

all i'm gonna say is that, if nikki had her gun, she could've shot down the Short Fuse Crew's hot air balloon as soon as they started to float away.

[hannahbarberra162]

Princess Treatment, Part 1 (Benn Beckman x OC, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn)

on Ao3

This is the "someone old" I had in mind for the X Amount of Followers event! You've unlocked Benn Beckman! There will be smut, but not in this chapter.

Thank you to @gouraminnow for helping me brainstorm and beta'ing my work even when I'm whiny.

Summary:

Everyone loves Benn Beckman. The crew, civilians, other pirates, and especially women, all think Benn's the greatest thing since Silvers Rayleigh. Except Anne. She wants to rearrange his face, free of charge, with every condescending smirk he throws her way. She's capable and deadly, she's proven her worth as a member of the Red-Haired pirates. But the first mate is hell bent on testing her patience and her boundaries.

Notes:

Anne is practicing Irish stick fighting, bataireacht.

“See anything you like?” Captain asked suggestively, tipping his head to Anne. She cut her glance from Benn Beckman twirling his finger around the curl of a provocatively dressed woman to the one-armed man by her side. She and her Captain were sitting with their legs up on a round table at some shitty dive bar on a winter island. It was summer, so the weather was nearly perfect; she could wear her leather boots, worn jeans, and her cut off t-shirt and feel perfectly comfortable.

“Unfortunately, I’m not into women. It’s my curse to bear,” Anne said as she took another swig of her ale, turning away from the scene in front of her. 

“I wasn’t talking about the woman,” Shanks replied, smirking. Anne rolled her eyes, wondering if she should punch her Captain verbally or physically. She didn’t want to spill their drinks, so she decided to use her words.

“Oi, watch what you say. Or I’ll tell a certain Marine Hunter how much time it takes you to achieve that ‘effortless’ messy hairstyle.” Anne didn’t like people prying into her business, especially red headed busybodies who thought they knew better than everyone else. Besides, she didn’t know what Shanks was talking about. She and Beckman had a…contentious relationship at best. She didn’t know what it was, but everything about him set her teeth on edge. Everyone else loved the first mate, thought he was so composed and collected. Every island they went to, every other crew they met with, every goddamn person thought Benn was so amazing, and it drove Anne up the wall.

Sure, she had eyes, Anne knew Beckman was objectively handsome. But his good looks came with an irritating nature, an arrogant attitude, a cocky smile and the overall condescending tone of a complete ass. Benn acted like he knew better than everyone at all times, including their Captain. Which, to be fair, he did know better than the Captain most of the time. But so did everyone, it didn’t make him special. 

No, Anne did not like Benn Beckman, and not just because of his self satisfied attitude. He went out of his way to irritate and annoy her, unlike any of the other Red Haired Pirates. Anne was the only woman on board, but no one else brought it up regularly. The guys seemed to forget she was a woman most of the time, only remembering when they saw her in her sports bra. Sure, there were grumbles that she was the only crewmate besides the Captain who got their own room, but that was about it. Anne had suggested cutting their dicks off to become her roommate, but no one took her up on the offer. Aside from that, Anne was no different than anyone else on the crew. She was strong, tall, capable, and deadly. 

Beckman, however, always went out of his way to bother her. It didn’t help that Anne had a short fuse around him and Beckman was always lighting a match. He called her Princess or Sweetheart or Doll instead of her name. He would take heavy crates out of her hands without asking, hefting them up onto his shoulder with a lopsided grin. He’d say “ladies first,” when the crew was headed inside a tavern, insisting on holding the door open for her. It made Anne see red and want to bash his face in with her club. Multiple times. 

That was another thing that irritated Anne about Benn. He was one of the few people able to get a rise out of her. Anne prided herself on her collected nature, never rising to take the bait, always keeping her wits about her. Sure, if provoked she’d break your face (or clavicle, or arm, or femur) with her club, but Anne preferred to live and let live. The rowdy parties, hostile civilians, things that needed repairs on the ship - Anne didn’t let any of it bother her. Life was too short to be angry about every small detail.

Except when it came to Benn Beckman. 

“Oi. Call me Anne, not Princess,” she demanded one night over dinner. She tried to keep her tone neutral and not show her anger - that would only backfire. He’d called her Princess all day as she worked the rigging, enraging her every time he did it. By the end of the day she’d nearly strangled him with the ropes rather than adjusting the sails.

“Whatever you say, Sweetcheeks,” Benn replied with a lazy smile, leaning back to swig his ale. Anne stabbed her fork into the table as she stood up,  flipping her chair backwards in her haste to get away before she stabbed the first mate instead. Stomping away, she heard the deep rumble of Beckman’s laugh, which only served to infuriate her further. 

Anne wasn’t upset by her gender, quite the opposite. Anne was proud to be a woman, and wouldn’t change it for anything. She wasn’t soft and curvy like the women they saw on most islands, and that was OK. Anne was tall, buff, and sported a permanent bitch face that belied her generally calm demeanor. Anne liked her hair short, her clothes masculine, and her body unshaven. Her haircut matched that of her Captain, since she cut both of their hair. But instead of red, hers was a deep dark brown, a few more gray hairs coming in annually. Freckles littered her face, shoulders, chest and back, their number growing every year spent on the sea. She was well muscled but lithe, her muscles aiding her ability to move quickly during skirmishes. As a child, Anne had been teased for her lack of femininity, called a tomboy and other names aimed to hurt her feelings. Anne quickly learned how to deal with such situations - namely, with violence. Anne discovered that once she’d broken enough noses and arms, people stopped making fun of her. 

She’d found her place on the Red Haired Pirates after accidentally catching their Captain in an animal trap. Anne had been checking her traps for food when she came across a red haired man in one of her trapping pits. 

“Stay, Hobbes,” Anne said, hopping off the back of her tiger and patting its velvety head.

“Oi, help me outta here,” the man said pitifully as he sat in the shade of the pit. Looking him over, Anne thought she recognized him from the wanted posters in town. 

“Aren’t you that Emperor?” Anne said, crossing her arms. 

“Yeah, Red Haired Shanks. Lemme outta here, I’m too hungover for this shit,” he whined. Anne was taken aback - she hadn’t expected one of the four Emperors of the Seas to be so…casual.

“No. Find your own way out.” Anne said, starting to mount her tiger again. Shanks’s mouth hung open in shock. If he was an Emperor, surely he’d be able to extricate himself. 

“That’s not nice, I only have one arm!” He exclaimed, his mouth forming a pout. 

“Never said I was nice,” Anne said while shrugging her shoulders, already on the back of her tiger as it sauntered away. 

And the rest was history. Shanks did eventually get out of the pit, though Anne never found out exactly how. He’d followed the path she’d set out on back to her hut and stumbled upon her practicing her bataireacht . The Captain sparred with Anne for a few minutes, then invited himself into her hut for a drink of her alcohol. A few hours later Anne had agreed to join Shanks’s crew. She had a few years of sailing experience, a lot of years of kicking ass experience, and even more years of drinking experience, all of which were needed to be a Red Haired Pirate. She’d brought her few things back with her, said brief goodbyes and set sail on the Red Force. 

The crew was nice enough, she met the doctor, who gave her a basic physical and wasn’t weird about it. Limejuice was an early favorite, the two quickly bonding over their shared love of staff fighting. Anne was also drawn to Monster and had to restrain herself from scratching him behind the ears at their first meeting. In fact, she found the crew rather pleasant and enjoyable enough. They were all around her age, a well settled crew, which made for a more relaxing journey on the sea. Unfortunately, she met the first mate after she joined, otherwise she would have declined. Their first meeting left a lot to be desired and set the tone for the rest of their interactions.

“What’s yer weapon of choice?” Benn asked as his introduction, eyeing the new recruit up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette. He had come up and leaned on her shoulder with his arm. Anne shoved it off of her like it burned.

“Don’t touch me. Club,” Anne replied tersely, pointing to the club strapped to her back. In truth, it was a shillelagh, but most people didn't know what that was.

“Do ye mean ‘staff?” Benn asked with a smirk. Anne ground her teeth together.

“If I meant ‘staff,’ I would have said ���staff.’ I said ‘club,” Anne bit out. 

“Hmm. Staff might be better,” he said, blowing smoke in her face. Anne narrowed her eyes.

“Didn’t ask for your opinion. Don’t want it, either.” 

“Clubs break,” Benn said with a smug grin.

“So do bones,” Anne replied, baring her teeth, and turned on her heel to end the discussion. She was done with this conversation and this god awful man. Many people had underestimated her and her shillelagh fighting over the years. Most only did it once. 

“You’ve been ‘will-they-won’t-they’ for years with Beckman,” Shanks teased, crossing his feet at the ankles, taking a deep pull from his ale.

“Do you mean ‘will I kill him today or won’t I’? That’s about all it’s been between us. Sorry, Cap. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him. And that’s not going to change any time soon.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure. If you get married, make sure I’m invited to the wedding,” Shanks said, smacking Anne on the back.

“If we get married, you can officiate,” Anne snorted, draining the last of her glass. “Gonna get another brew and take a piss, see ya.” Anne pushed off the table with her feet and stood up, sheathing her stick behind her back and bringing her glass with her. Truthfully, she just didn’t want to continue this conversation with her Captain. He was relentless, especially when he thought he was right. Leaving her glass on the counter of the bar, Anne went out into the alley behind the building for a breath of air and maybe to bum a cigarette. She always wanted one when she started drinking and tonight was no exception.

Leaning against a wall, she spotted a group of three men chatting and smoking and walked up to them with her friendliest smile. Anne had been told it wasn’t that friendly but it was what she had.

“Hey, guys, can I bum a smoke?” she asked cordially. One of the men gave her a passing glance up and down before replying. He had a scar down the side of his face, black stubble on his cheeks matching the short black hair on his head and was missing the last two fingers on his left hand. Anne had slept with worse, she thought.

“Sure thing, Sugar,” he said, extending a hand with an open pack of cigarettes. Anne didn’t bother saying anything about the pet name. She’d never see these fucks again in her life, it wasn’t worth her breath.

“Thanks, bud,” she replied, placing the butt in her mouth. Before she could even ask for a light, the man lit a match and extended it towards her. Anne widened her smile, sometimes she didn’t mind princess treatment.

“So what crew’re you on, baby? Some kinda merchant ship?” the man asked, leaning in further.

“Red Haired Pirates,” Anne answered after taking a deep drag of the cigarette. The men laughed like she told a joke. Anne’s friendly smile disappeared. 

“Something funny?” she asked, fingers already twitching. 

“Nah, Doll, c’mon, don’t play games” the man said with a laugh, stepping closer and leaning on the wall nearest Anne. She just rolled her eyes. Anne was used to this reaction, it didn’t really bother her over much. So what if some dipshit didn’t think she was on the crew?

“No games, but here’s a prize,” a deep voice growled out, flinging a lit cigarette at the man’s eye.

“Goddammit!”

“Goddammit!” Both Anne and the man yelled out simultaneously at the same man. “What the fuck, Beckman?” Anne yelled, whirling around to face the first mate. Beckman was about a meter behind her, shrouded in the shadows of the alley. “You think I couldn’t handle this alone? Some fucking drunk assholes? Fucking piss off!” Anne yelled, already angry. She knew Benn wouldn’t do this for any of the other crew members. It showed that he thought she was weak, that she couldn’t handle herself even though she’d fought side by side with the crew hundreds of times. Her armament and observation haki was as good as anyone else’s on the crew, she didn’t need help. She didn’t need someone to protect her, she didn’t need a babysitter and she sure as shit didn’t need Beckman. Cigarette break ruined, Anne crushed the rest of her cigarette under the sole of her boot and pushed past Beckman.

“Go back to your ladies inside the bar, I’m sure they miss you,” Anne spat behind her as she left. “I sure as shit don’t,” she muttered under her breath, throwing open the door to the bar.

A few days later and the Red Force was slicing through the sea once more to Anne’s delight. The sun was setting, painting the sky in purples and oranges as sweet as sherbert. It was her favorite time of day, the peaceful calm of the evening settling in her bones before the chill of the night came. Anne enjoyed her cup of herbal tea, watching the sunset from the crow’s nest as was her daily habit when the ship was sailing. In a few moments, she’d go spar with some of the crew or train alone, but the sunset was a moment of respite in a chaotic world. She worked as a rigger on the ship under Building Snake, which was a difficult but rewarding job. She’d always liked sailing, even before she’d made her career as a pirate. And watching the sun sink low in the sky was one of the rewards she got to enjoy.

“Oi, Princess, let down your hair,” Anne heard from below. She closed her eyes and inhaled, trying to regain the sense of awe and wonder she had moments ago. Only one voice could have her go from zen to burning anger in six words. Anne chose not to answer, breathing deeply instead.

Beckman POV

Anne didn’t respond to his call, but her silence was enough to know he’d hit his mark. He could practically see Anne’s eye twitching as he teased her from the deck. If he riled her up enough, she’d spar with him, which was a combination of his two favorite things. Benn and Anne sparred frequently, their verbal jabs often turning into physical fighting. Anne would seldom agree to spar with him outright, he usually had to get her irritated before she’d even think about it. But she was Benn’s favorite sparring partner of the crew. Not just because he got to enjoy the jiggling of her small tits under her shirt, or feel the warmth of her sun kissed skin under his own, though that certainly didn’t hurt. 

Anne had a very different fighting style than his own - her style relied on quick, fluid movement and precision whereas his was more direct, focusing on power and force. She was nearly impossible to pin down, trying to keep her under him was like trying to capture water in your hand. One moment he’d have her on the deck, held in place under his arms and the next she’d be sitting on his chest, her fighting stick about to break his nose. She was wild, unpredictable, and powerful, all things Beckman found incredibly attractive. But she needed more training - to reign herself in and channel her emotions - and Benn had given the task to himself. 

He’d been interested in Anne from the first moment he saw her approaching the ship with the Captain. Shanks tended to recruit whoever he “vibed” with, something that Benn had long given up arguing over. Most recruits didn’t make it past a week or two, but Anne had fit in easily, able to hold her own on the ship and on the battlefield. He’d given her grief over her fighting stick but he had no doubts after he saw her in action. She was strong and capable and Benn wanted to train her to be even better. 

Once in battle, she’d been cornered against the bow, three Marines approaching with guns drawn. Anne had looked bored, Beckman later realized. He’d been coming to enter the fray and help her only to realize she didn’t need it. He watched her coat her stick in haki and quickly break the clavicle of the closest Marine, throw him into the two others, shatter the femur of the second and crack the head of the third. All in a matter of seconds. She wasn’t even breathing hard as she stepped heavily on the skull of the Marine on her way to aid her crew mates. Beckman knew he was hooked on her as soon as the blood started to coat the deck.

Sure, Anne was different from the women Beckman usually went after on islands. He was known to favor short, soft, feminine women, women who purred and begged him to take them to bed. Women who spent their money and time on ways to make themselves look better, smell better, and feel better when he finally carried them giggling to his cabin. And he appreciated all of those women, the effort they put into the way they looked did not go unnoticed. So even though Anne did none of those things, he liked her just as much - maybe even more. 

Benn didn’t know why he was compelled to tease her so much - he felt like he was pulling her pigtails on the playground. He loved winding her up until she snapped at him, getting a rise out of her was second nature to him. She didn’t give that energy to anyone else - not even foolishness from the Captain could get her riled. But one glance from Beckman and the smoke was already coming out of her ears, her fingers reaching for her club. And he absolutely loved it. He knew it wasn’t in his best interest if he wanted to seduce her, but he couldn’t resist teasing her as much as she couldn’t resist responding. 

“Oi, you deaf now?” Beckman asked, lighting another cigarette. In his mind, he counted down from five. By the time he got to one, he had to dodge Anne’s kick aimed at his head. Benn smiled. She got him on the rebound, kicking his lit cigarette to the ground. The crew had already started to gather to watch them fight.

Anne POV

Benn was the most infuriating man on the seas, she was sure of it. He was stronger than Anne, but she was faster. No matter how many times she thought she had the advantage, she was never able to keep it. Worst of all, every time he pinned her, he gave her the goddamn smirk. Anne would never tell him but she had improved after sparring with Beckman near daily. She’d gotten sharper, striking with more accuracy and even faster than before. But she’d rather smell Shanks’s stump than ever admit it. 

“Better luck next time, Princess,” Beckman drawled at her, both arms pinned above her head. Anne grunted and used her foot to kick Beckman’s neck, earning her freedom. The crew whooped for her, as they always did. They had a betting pool going on when she’d finally beat his ass, with the times ranging from next month to never.

“No next time, Beckman,” she grunted, rolling on top of him. Sweat was dripping down her neck and chest, she could feel it pooling in her bra. She aimed to elbow his stupid fucking face but was pushed backwards as Benn grappled his way back on top of her, pinning her legs under his own. 

“Always a next time, Sweetheart, you need me. You’re not gonna get better without my help,” he said, blocking her strike to his throat. Anne wanted to rip it out with her teeth, though she’d tried before and ended up with Beckman’s thick fingers in her mouth, holding her jaw open.

“Don’t need you or your fucking help!” Anne bellowed, trapped again beneath the First mate.

“Says the Dame who can’t get away,” Benn replied easily, tightening his hold on her. She was twisted like a pretzel, him holding her arms in place across her chest with one immovable hand, her legs spread between his and trapped under his heavy body. Anne wiggled and tested for weakness, but he had her caged.

“Get a room!” Shanks yelled from his cabin, watching with amusement. Anne turned bright red, from her cheeks down to her chest as she realized the somewhat lewd manner the position could be construed. The gathered crew laughed and dispersed, their daily fight over and Anne no closer to beating Beckman than she was before.

“Let me go, you won,” Anne hissed through her teeth. Benn made no movement to release her.

“Always do,” Benn replied, watching the sweat trickle down her chest. Anne was still blushing furiously and it wasn’t receding as long as Benn stayed on top of her.

“Get. Off.”

“As you wish, Princess,” Beckman said, pinching the apple of Anne’s cheek between his fingers before hauling himself off her. Benn didn’t need to wonder how he was going to die, Anne thought, one day she was going to kill him.

[battybaby111]

heatwaves and hot topics

best friend!lee felix x fem!plus size!reader

wc 2901

warnings none, all fluffy maybe minor angst and a little suggestive

a/n first full fledged pic on this account, whose surprised it's for felix?... was that crickets? I think I heard crickets. n e ways, I hope ya like it! hopefully I'll be posting more regularly here in the future, it's hard starting from scratch after having an established following on another account. this is far from my best work, but for just getting back into the swing of things- she's pretty alright. xo.

it was hot; hotter than hot. nobody in the dorms were sticking around, a few fleeing to the public pool to beat the heat, chan and han opting for the studio where the ac actually seemed to work. you and felix seemed to be the last to be awoken by the blistering sun preening through the thin curtains in your rooms.

your skin was beaded with sweat, hair matted to your face and you found yourself immediately stripping out of the cozy muumuu you'd slept in and opting for the shortest shorts you could find- which your thighs and ass begin eating promptly, and the thinnest tank top available in your closet- clinging to your soft tummy and leaving little to the imagination in your chest area.

your mouth dry and your chest heaving at the thick hot air of the dorms, you groan and swipe some sweat off of your forehead.

walking out of your room and stepping into the kitchen your hands find the nearest clean glass and fill it to the brim with water from the filter. sock padded feet patter on the floorboard, turning to your left you see an equally miserable felix, lip pouted and cheeks red. with a pair of black shorts slung low on his hips, he holds a ponytail out in his palm silently begging you to end the torment of his hair resting on his bare shoulders.

"aww lixie," you pout back, setting the glass on the counter and plucking the hair tie from his hand and urging him to spin around and crouch. you allow him a pause, smiling down at his ducked position as he all but tears the crew socks from his ankles and tosses them to the other side of the room like they'd burned him.

a low groan thrums in his chest, heaving out a dramatic sigh, "where did this heatwave come from and when is it leaving?"

"unfortunately, i am not the weatherman lix." you giggle and he hums satisfactorily as your fingers graze his scalp pulling his hair into a little blonde bun at the back of his head. your phone buzzes from the counter and you turn to see a uv warning, along with a few messages in the group chat naming the whereabouts of each member.

"jisung and channie are at the studio, i think minho left to go there too a bit ago. the rest are at the pool, and binnie is at the gym working out in this heat like a serial killer." you glance up towards felix whose eyes are now taking in your choice of clothing clinging to your balmy skin. you flick his forehead and he frowns, finally looking you in the eyes again with an innocent smile.

"sounds about right."

"did you wanna-" he cuts you off with a shake of his head, "nah, i've been up and at 'em all week. sucks our first free day in forever has to be impossible to enjoy." he tsks, "but i'd rather suffer at home then work voluntarily, suffer at the gym, or swim in a public pool while trying to simultaneously hide my identity."

you point at him and nod, "point taken. so, let's get all the box fans from all the rooms and pray we don't blow a fuse?"

he nods curtly with a wide smile, now bare feet pitter pattering towards his room, you doing the same.

once all the fans had been subsequently stolen from the other boys rooms, along with both of your own, and plugged into the various outlets in the living room, you flop down on the couch and close your eyes. fanning yourself with your hand.

felix walks back into the room, now holding two frosty glasses of lemonade with ice. he hums at you to get your attention and throws a nod your way so you'd lift your legs, settling himself on the couch with your calves now sitting in his lap.

"here," he holds the glass toward you and you groan, not wanting to move in the heat, there'd surely be a you shaped puddle of sweat on the cushions when you did eventually get up.

he tsks at your noncompliance and giggles as he presses the bottom of the cold glass into the exposed skin of your tummy, causing you to hiss and sit up quickly at the sensation, almost knocking it from his hand.

sending a glare his way you begrudgingly, but thankfully, take the glass from his hand and swallow almost half of the liquid in one gulp, sighing and setting it on the floor next to you.

"thank you lixie," you smile sweetly at him before flopping backwards yet again, shifting around trying to get comfy, and swiping the remote from the floor.

"watch something or play something?"

"no."

you quirk an eyebrow and tilt your head at him confused as he sips his lemonade, "that wasn't really a yes or no question, yongbok-ah."

"yes, but my answer is neither," he offers a goofy tooth filled grin to your perplexed expression.

"ah, okay...what?" you shake your head in disdain, dropping the remote back on the floor, "we aren't sitting here in silence for hours."

he laughs before finally explaining as you continue to look at him as though he'd grown another head, "no, no, just wanna talk. we never get to hang, just us, anymore." he shakes his head and waves a hand dismissively, "besides, tonights movie night. we've got time to watch later."

"okay so, what do you want to talk about?" he rubs circles absentmindedly as he thinks before turning to you, "we could play two truths and a lie."

you brows pinch together, offering him a small smile, "sure, lix, but-" you sit up now, raising your pointer finger to poke him in the arm with a half serious look, "this'll be easy, I know you too well."

"sure," he holds out the hand that was rubbing your ankle, shaking yours exaggeratedly making you giggle.

"okay okay, i'll go first," he hums and runs a hand through his hair, deep in thought trying to come up with his options, "got it. i have a secret tiktok account to watch edits of the group," you giggle at the thought, picturing him scrolling through edits of you guys on stage, or commenting fire emojis under thirst edits of himself, "my favorite color is light blue, and i'm finally past bronze on league."

"hmm," you tap your chin in mock contemplation, the answer clear as day to you. this boy will never get past bronze, "I know your still bronze, goofy. you gotta do a harder one next time."

the room fills with giggles from the both of you as he nods, you pick up your lemonade, "so your secret account?"

"oh yeah, found some gnarly stuff on there. some of them are like way too good," he laughs again before nodding to you as you take a sip of your drink. setting it down you clear your throat and place your hands in your lap, mustering up your best poker face before starting, "okay, so before I went down the path to becoming an idol I used to run a bigbang fan account on tumblr, and I wrote fan fiction about them" he snorts, smacking your ankle and shaking his head, thinking he'd already caught your lie.

"I once got bucked off a horse, but I got back on because I'm a badass, and they gave me a plush of her- which I still have, for my bravery, and I once went full 'coyote ugly' at a bar during a bachelorette party."

"what's 'coyote ugly'," he tilts his head at you, not understanding your reference and your jaw drops slightly.

"sometimes I forget that I'm the only person with good taste in this group, it's a movie. picture this," you clap your hands together softly and begin to set the scene, "me circa six years ago in a bar I wasn't even allowed to be in, I would've been just barely 18 at the time, up on the counter throwing my shirt at a bride and pouring shots into her bridesmaids mouths," you sigh fondly at the memory before returning your gaze to his eyes with a straight face, "before promptly getting thrown out and banned from the building."

you smile brightly towards him while he just stares at you in what you can't decide is judgmental or impressed, he shakes his head and blinks rapidly.

"wow, okay, gonna need to watch that movie," you swat his arm at the dirty underlying meaning to his words, "also, I think the fan account is the lie."

you bob your head side to side, teasing him, before finally giving in when he flicks the space between your eyebrows, "alright alright, you're- drumroll please," you begin patting your legs in a steady rhythm while he giggles amused, "wrong! I never got bucked off a horse, she liked me, but I do have the plushie- just had to buy it myself."

"no way, you little weirdo!"

"at least I'm not fangirling over my own band!" you squint at him and point an accusing finger at him, "I bet you have folders for each of us full of thirst edits, and you know what? I bet yours has the most in it you little narcissi-"

"do not!"

"do to!"

"I do not!"

you roll your eyes but a smile breaks through your combative facade, "sure jan, try your lies elsewhere. it's your turn."

you pick up your lemonade once again only to frown when you realize you'd emptied it, halfheartedly you pluck an ice cube from the glass and begin rubbing it on your neck with a hum at the cooling sensation.

you glance over at Felix, deep in thought probably attempting to come up with ones as good as your own, which were better than his first choices by far. his ponytail was beginning to sag as he wouldn't stop touching his hair, his forehead and cheeks dewy from the sweat, and he licks his upper lip in focus. your heart stutters, he'd looked entirely too good for someone stuck in the hottest dorms in seoul during a heatwave.

you clear your throat in an attempt to clear the thoughts from your head, you were sure the crush you'd had on him way back when had gone away but it always lingered somewhere deep, coming out in these moment you had alone.

he finally pats your calf to get your attention before sitting up straighter and fixing an imaginary tie, pulling a straight face, "hmm, okay... one time, during summer camp, I really had to use the bathroom and we were on a hike and I ended up in the infirmary for a whole night with poison ivy in places you don't want to know," a giggle rises from your throat and you pray for entertainments sake that this was a truth, "it was not funny. anyway, number two, I once accidentally let one of minho hyungs cats out and he didn't speak to me for a week even after I found him and brought him back safely."

that one could be true, but it also sounded like something han would be guilty of, your brows knit in contemplation awaiting his next story.

"back in our trainee days, I had the biggest crush on you. like, hardcore," your throat squeezes, eyes widen, and you swear you felt your heart stop in your chest. no, he's lying, there's not a chance, he'd said it way too casually and felix is anything but casual when it came to stuff like that. and if he did? boy did you really miss your chance, by like 5 years.

he looks at you with a smile, waiting patiently for you to guess. you catch his eyes and sake your head with a gulp before stuttering out, "uh, th-the last one. thought the one about minho was a lie, s-sounds like a jisung story that you stole, but definitely the last one."

he smiles almost triumphantly and your blood runs cold, "nope." he pops the 'p' withe pride. he was happy to have fooled you, but you were a mess in your spot. you pull your legs from his lap and scoot back on the couch, eyes even wider than before if possible and you pull your knees as close to your chest as you can manage with your large thighs and protruding belly, suddenly feeling his gaze on every inch of exposed skin and wishing you hd a blanket you could hide under.

he frowns at your sudden closed off stature, scooting to the middle seat of the couch and resting a hand on your knee, "are you good?" he half smiles but his eyes show concern, rubbing his fingertips lightly where they meet your thigh.

"uh, no? what do you mean you had a crush on me? like you just thought I was cute?"

he scoffs, "no, no," he huffs out a laugh, "I really liked you, I was a little crazy with it, asking channie hyung about you because I knew you were close, making it a point to get closer with you so I would have an excuse to see you outside of training because friends hangout you know?"

your nerves subsided, brows pinching together and eyes closing slightly, "I was a fat little dweeb, why liked? why not like? I mean I'm still chubby, but I'd like to say I've grown into myself a hell of a lot and am far hotter now than I was at 15, felix."

he gaped at you, lips closing and open like a fish, were you really mad?

his lips flit upward before he can't help it and a laugh falls out. well, more like erupts out, he's howling as you cross your arms over your chest, still looking at him like he'd just pushed you down the stairs and called you a loser.

he wipes tears from his eyes and pats your knee, "are you jealous of yourself right now?"

"oh no, far from it, look at me. I got hot as shit, her and her buckteeth and bad haircut wishes they were me. I'm confused."

he laughs again, this time not so hard, but he can't believe how ridiculous this conversation is, "well she is you, just a few years before you grew into your teeth and got boobs."

you smack his arm as he lets out another chuckle, "hey!"

"sorry, 'm sorry, but what do you mean confused?" he looks at you, eyes softer now but still creased in the corners from the grin he bared.

"why'd you stop liking me? like you said, rudely, but seriously my teeth fir my face and my tits are fantastic." you sigh, frowning slightly, "why don't you like me now?"

he frowns at your upset, "I love you now, you're my best friend. I guess I just realized you wouldn't see me the same way and I dropped it eventually, I dunno? what's this got you all upset for."

"because I've liked you for years lix! are you even kidding me right now? you are infuriating," you stand from the couch now pacing back and forth in front of him, his eyes following you, brows raised and a smile of disbelief on his lips.

"years, lix, I've literally been pining since the day we met because I thought you were way out of my league, all cool and handsome and funny," you stop abruptly pointing at him with fire in your eyes, "and now you tell me I missed my chance, five years ago, ooooh man I'm gonna fight you," you shake your head, "I'm gonna physically fight you, lee yongbok."

"aish, stop it," he stands and grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him, just slightly, "you didn't miss your chance," he rolls his eyes.

"obviously you've got a rockin' body, and the cutest bunny teeth, and you're always wearing these skimpy little outfits," he plays with the strap of your tank top, snapping it against your skin making you gasp, "I only said 'liked' to save face, couldn't have you laughing at me when I told you-"

you grab the sides of his face and pull him down to yours, kissing him quickly before leaving pecks all over his cheeks, his giggles cutting through as you continued you ministrations, finally landing one on his nose.

"that means I won," he's smiling, eyes dazed like he's on some sort of high before snapping out of it and looking down at you incredulously.

"what? no. how?"

you giggle, placing another kiss on his lips, slower and softer this time, allowing it to linger. his lips were soft against yours, smooth with a light layer of balm on them tasting of cherry carmex. when you finally pull away, his eyes are still closed and his lips chase yours before blinking them open, "how did I lose?"

"you said you 'liked' me, and that was a lie because I can feel your half-chub pressing into my thigh," he smirks and looks down at the front of his pants, then back to you with a raised eyebrow urging you to continue,

"you told three lies, you didn't play by the rules, so I win."

[tannedalien]

Uhhhh can I get a Fnaf security breach crew x head maintenance short reader that is absolutely feral like. Biting, climbing into the most impossible places, random noises/screeching, no sense of direction, faceblind so she mixes up names or makes names for co workers.

Example: Reader chasing after Vanny climbing/running on walls screaming “COME BACK AND SCARE MEEEE!!”. Everyone else just a witness and sooner or later victim

Yk what, this really peaked my interest. It’s gna be cringe asf but I love the idea

Feral Fazbear maintenance worker head canons

As SOON as you were put up for the job, your co-workers immediately knew what they signed up for. It wasn’t that you were bad at your job, more of that you were too good at it and your turmoil like personality gave each and everyone of them a field day whenever you crossed paths.

Learning names was a no-no for you. It’s not that you where rude and didn’t want to know them, you just simply forgot them.

“Yo big boots, boss wants you”

“…it’s Denise?”

“Yeah okay whomper stompers” - like I side, just forgot them.

You also had a little bit of a short fuse. Whenever working on a bot or a mechanical problem and things weren’t going well for you, throwing tools or anything in your way whilst screaming profanities would be the way to solve it in your eyes.

BANG

“..fffuuuUUCKKKKK!!”

“What’s wrong y/n?! I heard you screaming is everything alr-AUGH”

A wrench had been flown at your co-workers face

“Whoopsies sorry”

The first time you saw vanny you thought it was a furry but after seeing her nearly everywhere, you got intrigued.

“YO! BUNNY EARS! YOU NEED TO LEAAVEE, ITS THE END OF MY SHIFT AND I WANT TO GO HOME!”

You screamed from the top of the atrium doors

“It’s vanny.”

“Yeah- okay Fanny, Jesus Christ JUST LEEEAAAVEEE”

Very rushed sorry lols

[wings-of-ink]

Update Progress and Things to Look Forward to

Hello everyone! I hope you are safe and well.

Chapter 5 is coming right along. My goal is to still have it out by the end of November, but the way the last couple of weeks have been for me, we might hit a little delay into the first week of December.

And do not worry, because I know some of you will, I'm good. It's just been busy this month. I've had a friend going through a hard time who's needed a hand up, and I've also needed to work overtime at my daytime gig. My friend is doing better now and I won't need to do more overtime again until sometime in mid-December.

I will not say that the chapter will for sure be delayed, though. This coming week I have extra time off from work (and there was much rejoicing), and I am hoping to dedicate more of it to finishing the final segments of the chapter. And then, I just have to fuse all the individual segments together and do as much proofreading as I can before I deem it "good enough for now" and publish it.

This chapter is a big one, lol. But, I didn't want to cut it short since it is an important section where you learn a lot, grow a bit, and connect with your crew (and maaaaaybe get into some big trouble).

I still have a couple short scenes to flesh out, and then a bigger finale, which I am so excited to finally write!

I'll go ahead and note that saves will almost definitely be broken - again. I had a few things that I did not anticipate before and had to make some coding changes for the earlier chapters. On the plus side, I also figured out where I went wrong with the fonts, so that should be fixed at least.

I will be opening up the Patreon with the release of Chapter 5 if anyone is interested! We'll start out with a couple tiers and grow from there. Both main tiers will focus on extras and early chapter releases - so expect POVs, drabbles, and spicy things.

In December, I'd like to release a couple extras both publically and in the Patreon, but I won't spoil any of that now so I can tease you with it later.

In the more distant future, I plan to create a way to skip chapters so you don't need to speedrun to get to new content. I will take more time to get Chapter 6 out so I can fine-tune a few things for all the previous chapters as well. I'm hoping to get them more smoothed out with a good deal of copyediting.

Reaction-style asks are still paused, but if you have general questions/recommendations/comments, send them my way!

There are many adventures ahead, my friends!

Take care, everyone! Stay safe! ^_^

As a treat, there's a semi-spoilery (kinda not really???) sneak peek below!

Hmmm...who are you with and why is your friend watching you so close???