#and for once he goes against his crew to do something that i actually agree with

[cronagorgonzola]

Ok so Star Trek: Enterprise really seemed to be improving in season 3 ever since they abandoned the shapeshifting lizard people as the series villain and stopped trying to put T'pol and Archer together but then we came across an episode last night that baffled us so thoroughly we stayed up for an extra hour just yelling into the void about it

So, Enterprise comes across this destroyed insectoid ship. The crew are dead and most systems are down and they dont know why. And then on the ship they find a hatchery of insectoid eggs. Babies. It's the most fortified section of the ship and the only section that still has life support.

Turns out, the crew cut power to their own life support in order to keep the hatchery running. They sacrificed themselves to save these babies. Phlox analyzes their anatomy and learns that they reproduce asexually, concludes there is likely a hatchery like this on every insectoid ship. So now we know two things: these children were loved, and the crew of this ship was not especially negligent for having them onboard, because this is a normal practice for their people.

Archer says "we gotta save these babies." The crew is skeptical, because saving the babies would take a lot of resources and put Enterprise in danger. For once i agree with Archer - they gotta save the babies. He makes a lot of really good arguments, like "we have a chance to show the Xindi that we're not the monsters they think we are," and "if this was a nursery of primate babies, you wouldnt think twice about saving them." That good Star Trek shit. No one actually directly refutes this argument, they just say they dont want to save the babies.

The whole episode goes on like this, with Archer fervently trying to save these babies while the rest of the crew stands around saying "idk i think the captain's going crazy." T'pol refuses a direct order to help with saving the babies, so Archer relieves her of command. This is seen as evidence that Archer is going crazy. Another insectoid ship shows up, and Reed blows them out of the sky without even attempting to communicate, so Archer relieves him of command as well. This is further evidence that Archer is going crazy.

Then the senior staff fucking mutinies. They say, "captain, youve taken this whole 'save these babies' thing too far, let us kill the babies." The babies have started to hatch and Archer is getting weird with it. They drag him off to sick bay and scan his brain - turns out, he was infected with some kind of alien pheromone that gave him an irresistable urge to protect these babies. He was not, in fact, following a moral code that compelled him to protect innocent life, or trying to set a good example for humanity as they join the interstellar community. He was just crazy all along! No attempt is made to refute the (very good) arguments he made in favor of saving the babies, the viewers are just meant to accept the premise that saving the babies isnt worth it actually, because it would take a lot of resources. Archer even says "yeah if i was normal i wouldve just let the babies die" and leaves it at that - no slow zoom in on his face as he realizes what that means about him, no speech about how humanity needs to outgrow old prejudices to see the sanctity of diverse life, the episode just leaves off on "those babies were creepy it wouldve been fine to kill them."

But the episode still makes a point to tell the viewer that the babies will survive, because the writers understand that when you put a bunch of babies in danger, people will naturally worry for their safety. Not the crew, though. It's super fine and normal that they were totally willing to let those babies die, the captain was definitely the crazy one for trying to save them.

[inseobts]

I Hate Goodbyes - pt.2

law × fem!reader

part 1

once you go back to your brother luffy and the strawhats, you and law meet again in punk hazard.

a/n: wanted to include reader in the body swap scene, so I hope I didn't mess to much the other characters, in case let me know lmao

words count: 4.9k

tags: punk hazard arc, body swap, slow burn, angst, emotional tension, drama

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The ice crunches under your boots as you walk behind Nami.

“This place sucks,” Sanji mutters “Freezing, weird, and we’re following a kids’ scream?”

Chopper nods, his breath puffing in the cold “Something’s wrong here. All this… It’s not normal.”

You stay quiet. Not because you don’t agree, but because your heart is racing.

You feel it.

That energy.

His energy.

“Hey,” Franky says, raising his mechanical arm “Got movement up ahead.”

Then you see him.

White and black hat. Long coat. Cold eyes.

Trafalgar Law.

He steps out from the mist like he owns the world.

He’s actually having a fight or something with Smoker but then his eyes land on you.

You freeze.

So does he.

Your stomach turns. It’s been months since you left his ship. Left him. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to. Your brother needed you.

Now, Law’s face shows nothing. Nothing at all.

But you know him.

And that nothing is louder than a scream.

“Law...” you whisper.

His fingers twitch. Just slightly.

“Chambres.” (???)

Everything explodes in blue light.

“What—?!” Sanji yells.

The world spins.

Your body is yanked sideways. Your vision warps. Your chest is suddenly heavier, your legs shorter.

You crash to the ground.

“What the hell?” you shout, only… it’s not your voice.

High. Panicked.

Chopper’s voice.

“Hey” Nami gasps “Where’s my cig?!”

You look up and see your own body blinking in confusion.

He did it. He actually did it.

He switched you with Chopper.

Sanji (in Nami’s body) is yelling. Franky’s checking his arms. Everyone is freaking out.

But your eyes are on him.

Law stands there, calm.

Emotionless.

Not even looking at you now.

Just past you.

Like you’re not even there.

Your voice breaks “You really couldn’t face me?”

No answer.

Just silence “Coward.”

You’re sitting awkwardly on a rock, Chopper’s tiny legs swinging.

Nami (still in your body) sits next to you, arms crossed “This is getting ridiculous.”

“I want my nose back.” Chopper grumbles from Sanji’s tall frame.

You barely hear them.

Your eyes are locked on the entrance. You can feel your heartbeat, fast and too hopeful. You shouldn’t feel this way. Not after what he did.

But… here they are.

Luffy walks in first, grinning “Hey guys! Good news!”

Behind him is Franky.

And right behind them Law.

You try to stay still. You really do.

But when Luffy says, “We’re teaming up with Traffy! He’s cool, don’t worry!” something inside you just breaks.

You slide off the rock and run, tiny reindeer legs wobbling, hooves hitting the snow.

“LAW!”

He turns, confused... just in time for you to slam into his leg and hug it tight.

“I thought—” you hiccup, tears in your eyes “I thought you hated me now.”

Law blinks.

Then realization hits him.

It’s you.

His eyes widen a little.

He looks down at you, clinging to his leg in Chopper’s tiny form, sniffling, smiling, voice shaking.

He goes stiff. Then immediately looks away, jaw clenched.

“Shit.” he mutters under his breath.

Because he forgot.

He really forgot just how bad he is at handling you. And now you’re crying and cute and small and hugging him, and worse... you’re in the cutest damn animal on the ship, and he can feel Chopper’s soft fur against his coat and it’s so dumb and so not the time and he did this to himself.

He stares at the rock wall like it’s the only safe place left.

Luffy tilts his head “Wait… why is Chopper hugging Law?”

Nami (in your voice) squints “No. That’s not Chopper.”

The rest of the crew goes quiet.

Very quiet.

You sniff again and look up at Law “You didn’t answer.”

He still doesn’t look at you, but his voice is lower now “I don’t hate you.”

That’s it. Just that. But your smile gets wider. You hug him tighter.

And Law tenses like someone just stuck a knife in his heart.

Franky leans toward Sanji (in Nami’s body) “Do they… know each other?”

Sanji stares “Since when?!”

Chopper (in Sanji’s body) gasps “Wait, I had no idea you two were—!”

Luffy scratches his head “Wait… does that mean Traffy is my brother-in-law?!”

Law exhales like he wants the sea to swallow him whole.

“ROOM.” Law’s voice echoes in the hall.

The blue sphere expands one more time, humming softly.

Your chest tightens. The feeling of being pulled again in your body shifting, soul snapping back into place, it all happens in a blink.

Your knees nearly buckle.

You reach up and yes. Your hands. Your voice. Your body.

Chopper blinks, now back in his own form, and quickly jumps away from Law’s leg like he touched fire.

“Oh no—I—I wasn’t hugging you!” he shouts, face bright red “That wasn’t me!”

Franky squints “Wait. So... Y/N?”

You stand still. Frozen.

He’s staring at you. Eyes sharp, searching. Like he’s checking if you’re real. If you’re still his in some unspoken way.

You stare back. Neither of you says anything.

Your heart is pounding so loud, it’s hard to hear.

You want to hug him (with your body). You want him to grab you first. Say something. Anything.

And you can see it in his eyes he wants to. His hands twitch slightly. His jaw tightens.

But then... voices.

“Okay, sooooo…” Sanji says, tapping his foot “Anyone wanna explain what’s going on?”

Nami raises an eyebrow “Because I’d really love to know why Y/N was crying and hugging Law like a lost puppy two minutes ago.”

Luffy grins “Oh, right! You trained with Traffy these past two years, I almost forgot?”

You blink at him. Here it comes.

Luffy tilts his head like he’s thinking real hard.

Then “Did you get married or what?”

The room falls dead silent.

Law almost chokes on air.

You snap your head toward Luffy “WHAT?!”

Luffy just shrugs “I mean, you were gone a long time. He’s kinda weird like you. Makes sense.”

Sanji’s eyes go wide “MARRIED?!”

Chopper gasps “I thought she just trained with him!!”

Usopp stares “Dude. What’s going on?”

Robin smiles softly “Interesting”

Nami grabs your arm “YOU DID WHAT?!”

Law takes a sharp breath and mutters under it, “I’m going to kill your brother.”

You’re blushing so hard your ears are on fire “We are NOT married! That has no sense!”

Law says nothing and he just keeps staring at the ground. Still doesn’t deny it.

And now they’re all looking at you both.

You hold your hands up like you’re surrendering to pirates. Which… technically you are.

“Okay! Okay!” you say quickly, voice tight “I’ll tell you everything before you all say something stupid again.”

The Straw Hats are still a mess of overlapping voices.

“Everything like what?!” Sanji demands.

“Wait, do you love him?!”

“Were you on his crew?!”

“Did you kiss?!”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Later,” you say firmly “I’ll explain it all, but later. I promise. This is not the time for it.”

You glance at Law. His eyes flick to yours. There’s a silent question there.

You answer it by stepping forward and grabbing his hand.

He freezes for half a second but lets you take it.

You turn to your crew “Don’t follow us.”

Luffy raises a hand “I wasn’t gonna—”

Nami grabs his arm “You were absolutely gonna.”

You don’t wait.

You walk, still holding Law’s hand, away from the questions, the stares, the noise.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

When you find a more private space, you stop.

Finally, you let go of his hand.

He opens his mouth, maybe to speak, maybe to say something cool or clever or distant, like he always does when he doesn’t know how to be real.

But you don’t let him.

You just step forward and wrap your arms around him.

Law stiffens for a second. Like he’s bracing for impact.

Then you feel the slow way he exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for years.

His hand comes up.

Rests on your back.

Then pulls you closer.

“…It’s really you...” he murmurs.

You nod against his chest.

No more hiding. No more silence.

You’re here. And you’re not letting go.

You stay wrapped in his arms a little longer.

His chest rises and falls under your cheek. Steady. Careful. Like he’s afraid to move too fast. Like you’ll disappear again.

You pull back, just a little.

Just enough to look at him.

He looks… tired.

Older. Like he’s been fighting everything alone for a long time.

And you know that look. Because you’ve worn it too.

“This isn’t what I meant,” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper “When I told you I’d come back to you.”

His brow furrows slightly. He doesn’t speak. So you go on.

“I imagined something different. I’d walk onto your ship, we’d talk like no time had passed. You’d scold me for something dumb. I’d pretend not to cry.”

You smile, but it’s a little broken.

“I didn’t picture… hugging your leg in Chopper’s body.”

His lips twitch. The smallest, most unwilling smirk “Could’ve been worse.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenge, tilting your head. “How?”

“You could’ve done it in your dumb brother's body.”

You laugh. Actually laugh. It’s short, shaky, but real.

His eyes soften just a little.

Then he looks away.

The air shifts.

He’s quiet again. Holding something back. He always does that when it matters.

So you ask gently, “Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”

He doesn’t answer at first.

“I didn’t let myself think about it.” he says.

You blink.

“I couldn’t afford to. Not with everything ahead of me. Not with Doflamingo. The Heart Pirates. My plan. I couldn’t…” His voice dips “I couldn’t afford to want you back.”

Your breath catches.

“But I did.” he says.

Just like that.

Not loud. Not dramatic.

Just the truth, finally spoken between four quiet walls.

You step closer again, heart pounding “We’re here now. Somehow.”

He nods.

Like he believes it. Like he’s afraid to.

You’re still standing close.

The quiet between you lingers, but it’s not awkward. It’s full of memories, distance, questions that never had time to be asked.

Law shifts his weight. Looks at the ground. Then at you.

“There’s something I should tell you.”

You tilt your head “What?”

He hesitates.

Then, like it physically hurts to admit it, he says “I didn’t want this alliance.”

You blink “What?”

“Not because I don’t need it. I do.” he says “Luffy’s strong. One of the strongest I could ask for.”

You nod slowly, confused “Then why?”

His jaw tightens “I didn’t want it because you’re here.”

That makes your stomach drop.

He goes on “If something happens to you, I’d be the one who led you into it. I’d blame myself.”

Your heart sinks deeper.

“I can face Kaido, Doflamingo, Marines. But I can’t—” His voice drops “I didn’t want to risk you. I panicked as soon as I saw you here, and... I’m not one to panic.”

You stare at him.

It’s meant to be sweet. Protective. But it hurts.

You nod, just once “I get it.”

You do, but it still stings that he doesn’t see you as someone who can handle it. Who can fight. Who already has.

He watches you.

He sees the little shift in your face. The way your shoulders lower. The quiet drop in your eyes.

You don’t say anything else. Just turn away and start walking toward the crew.

Later, as the Straw Hats and Law gather around a rough map of Punk Hazard, you sit near the back of the room, listening, but quieter than usual.

You feel Law’s eyes on you more than once. He doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

As the meeting wraps, Chopper comes bouncing over “Okay! Ready to go with Law and me for recon?”

You nod, standing slowly.

Law steps forward like he’s just going to walk past you. But then he stops. Reaches out and gently cups your face in both hands.

Your eyes widen.

He leans in slightly, voice low “I do trust your strength. I was just scared to lose it.”

Your breath hitches.

Soft. Sincere.

But behind you...

“Oh my god...” Nami whispers.

Sanji chokes “WHAT—HEY—WHAT IS THIS?!”

Luffy, with his usual volume “Whaaat? They’re touching faces!”

Robin sips her tea “How romantic.”

Franky fist-pumps “SOFT-CORE ACTION!”

Law’s eye twitches.

He drops his hands immediately and mutters, “I’m never doing anything in public again.”

But you’re smiling now and he doesn’t regret it.

You’re standing near, wind tugging at your hair, watching as Law and Chopper prep to leave.

Chopper’s already hopping around with his little satchel of supplies, goggles pushed to his forehead.

Law’s mostly silent, checking over his gear. Calm. Focused. Cold, as always.

And yet, when he glances your way, he lingers.

You walk over, slow but sure.

“I’m not coming.” you say.

Chopper stops mid-hop “Huh?”

Law looks at you fully now.

“I’d be a distraction.” you add quickly, hands in your pockets “Not because I’m upset. I’m not. But you and Chopper need to move quiet. I get that.”

You mean it this time, and for once, Law doesn’t argue.

He just studies you for a second, like he’s surprised. Like maybe he thought you’d push to go anyway. Be stubborn. Be loud.

But you don’t.

You just meet his eyes.

“I trust you,” you say “So… go.”

He nods once but before he turns, he reaches under his coat.

You blink.

He pulls out a thin black cord, a necklace. The metal charm at the end glints faintly in the sun.

Your breath catches.

It’s yours.

The small token you left with him when you left.

You didn’t thing he would’ve wore it, but here it is.

He lifts it up slightly so you can see.

“I didn’t forget.” he says, just loud enough for only you to hear.

You swallow hard. Your throat tightens, but you don’t cry.

Instead, you smile.

Simple. Warm.

“I know.”

He tucks it back under his shirt and turns away without another word. And this time, when he walks off with Chopper, you stay behind.

Strong, and steady, and not a distraction at all.

The Thousand Sunny rocks gently on calm seas.

For once, no one’s shouting. No cannonballs. No chaos. Just the sound of the wind and a soft tension that hangs over the deck.

They’re all gathered... Luffy, Nami, Zoro, Usopp, Robin, Franky, Chopper, Brook. You. And Law.

Everyone’s focused on the map spread out across the table. Law’s gloved finger traces the line between two islands.

“Dressrosa,” he says, calm as ever “That’s where Doflamingo is. And where we take the next step.”

You’re sitting beside Robin, watching him. Not with awe, but with a kind of quiet, private, closeness. Luffy’s next to Law, elbow on the table, chin in his hand like he’s trying to act serious for once.

“So what do we do there?” Luffy asks “Beat him up?”

Law lets out a breath “Yes. But not immediately.”

He begins laying out the plan: destroy the SMILE factory, cut Doflamingo’s underworld supply, expose his control over the island.

The crew listens, but their glances shift. You feel it. Every now and then, someone looks at you, then at Law. Nami. Sanji. Even Zoro, subtle but not blind.

They’re still wondering. Still waiting to ask.

You avoid eye contact. Try to stay focused on the plan.

But Law notices.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t reach for you. Just pauses at one point mid-sentence, glancing your way.

Later, when the meeting breaks and everyone begins to move, Luffy already yelling about food, Chopper running off to grab medical supplies... Law steps beside you.

Not close enough to touch.

Just close enough to speak low.

“You alright?” he asks, quiet.

You nod “I’m fine.”

He watches you.

“…You still think I don’t see you as strong.” he says, like he’s reading your thoughts.

You shrug one shoulder “I’m not thinking about that right now.”

Law’s silent for a moment.

Then, casually but only after checking that no one’s nearby, he leans just slightly closer.

“I want you with me at Dressrosa,” he says “That’s why I brought this plan to your crew. Your crew.”

You blink “Not just because of Luffy?”

His mouth twitches “He’s… helpful. But reckless.”

You raise an eyebrow “And I’m not?”

He actually smiles, just a little “You’re reckless with a plan.”

You laugh under your breath. And for a second, the weight between you lifts.

It’s late.

Most of the crew’s asleep. The Sunny sways gently under the stars, and everything feels calm, but your chest is tight.

You can’t sleep.

You sit outside near the rail, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them.

It’s not the plan that’s bothering you.

It’s him.

You hear footsteps behind you. Light. Measured.

He doesn’t say your name.

Just walks up and leans beside you on the rail.

You don’t look at him right away.

“I was wondering when you’d come find me.” you say quietly.

“I could say the same.”

A pause. Then he breaks the silence “You’re thinking about Dressrosa.”

You nod, slow.

“And you...” you add “Mostly you.”

He says nothing to that.

But you go on, voice lower now “I keep remembering what you told me. About Corazon. What Doflamingo did to him. What he meant to you.”

Law’s head lowers slightly.

You finally turn to face him “I know this isn’t just strategy for you. It’s not just about the factory, or Kaido, or alliances. This is personal.”

He exhales. Sharp. Quiet.

You take a breath that feels too big for your chest “Law, I know you. I know you’ll do anything to take him down. Even if it kills you.”

His eyes flick toward you. Just slightly.

But he doesn’t deny it.

That scares you more than anything.

You lean in a little, hands tightening around your knees.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you say, voice breaking just a bit “Not to him. Not to revenge. I know how much he took from you. I know you think this is your duty. But if you throw yourself away to win, then—he still wins.”

He stares at you. His face is calm, like it always is. But his fingers clench into the wood of the rail.

You don’t cry, but it’s close.

“I just got you back,” you whisper “Don’t make me say goodbye again. I hate goodbyes.”

The silence stretches.

Finally, he says soft, rough “You really think I’d leave you behind?”

You nod, eyes shining “If it meant killing him? Yes.”

He’s quiet again.

Then, carefully, he reaches out.

Not a dramatic grab. Just his hand steady finding yours.

Fingers threading through.

“I don’t know what happens at Dressrosa,” he says quietly “But I promise I won’t go down with him.”

You squeeze his hand “I’ll hold you to that.”

The night is quiet.

Your fingers are laced with his, his hand warm, calloused, strong. But still, there’s something gentle in the way he holds you. Like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. Like he’s still learning what it means to be held like this.

You both watch your joined hands in the moonlight.

And then, quietly, you say, “This is the first time we’ve done something like this.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking to you.

You nod at your hands “Something so… intimate. That isn’t a goodbye.”

He says nothing, but his grip shifts. Tighter.

“Not like last time.” you murmur “When we kissed two times and both times because I was leaving.”

Your voice is soft, almost like you’re afraid saying it will break the moment.

But it doesn’t.

He turns to you, his dark eyes steady “That wasn’t just a kiss.”

You meet his gaze.

“It was all I had.” he says.

And that hits something deep in your chest.

You look down again, your thumb brushing lightly over his.

“It wasn’t enough for me,” you whisper “I wanted to stay more with you.”

“I know.”

Silence again, but now it’s full. Full of things unsaid, and things finally being felt.

You lean your head against his shoulder, slow and careful.

He lets you.

No tension. No shyness.

Just warmth, and the sound of the ocean, and the feel of his heartbeat near your ear.

Not a goodbye.

Not a distraction.

Just this.

Together.

Morning on the Sunny is always loud, but today, it’s extra.

You sit at the table, eyes still sleepy, wrapped in your jacket. The crew’s slowly filtering in: Zoro yawning like a lion, Usopp arguing with Luffy over who gets the bigger piece of bread, and Sanji dancing around the kitchen like a man on a mission.

“Ah—Y/N-chwaan~!” he sings as he places a plate in front of you, steam rising from your favorite dish “Made it just the way you love it! It''s been a while since I last made it.”

You smile, touched “Thanks, Sanji. It smells amazing.”

But before you can take your first bite, Law, who’s seated across the table with his usual neutral expression, casually says, “She doesn’t eat it like that anymore.”

The whole room stills.

Sanji freezes mid-spin.

You blink “…Huh?”

Law gestures faintly with his chopsticks “You stopped adding sauce after that time it upset your stomach, remember? You’ve been eating it plain since then.”

You stare at him.

Sanji gasps like he’s been stabbed.

“W-WHAT?! That can’t be true! Y/N-chwaan—tell me it’s not true! I know your tastes better than anyone!!”

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh “Sanji, it’s fine—”

“HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN WATCHING YOUR EATING HABITS?!”

Law doesn’t even flinch “Two years, give or take.”

Sanji drops to his knees like his entire worldview has shattered “Betrayed… by seasoning…”

The rest of the crew is now wide-eyed, glancing between you and Law like you’re an unsolved puzzle that suddenly makes sense.

Nami leans forward, arms crossed “Okay. That’s it. What’s going on? Like... officially?”

Usopp points a dramatic finger “Yeah! Since when does Traffy know you better than us?!”

Brook tilts his skull “Yohoho… are you in loooove~?”

Zoro just mutters, “Obviously something was weird about that leg-hug.”

Luffy shovels more food in his mouth, looking between everyone “Yeah, are you gonna admit you’re together?”

All eyes land on you.

You lower your fork slowly, sigh.

Then, finally, you say “…Yes.”

Half the table explodes.

“WHAT—”

“WHEN?!”

“HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!”

You hold up your hands “It’s not a secret, okay? Just... let me explain.”

The noise calms slightly.

You glance at Luffy, who’s still chewing like none of this matters.

And softly, you add, “I didn’t tell you guys because I didn’t want to disappoint him.”

Everyone quiets.

You look down at your plate “I’m his sister. He’s the future Pirate King. I thought… if he found out I cared about another captain, maybe he’d think I wasn’t serious about the crew.”

You don’t notice Law’s eyes on you then soft, serious, unreadable “I didn’t want him to think I’d choose anyone over him.”

You glance at Luffy again.

He swallows, then looks up at you and says “That’s dumb.”

You blink.

“I’d never be mad at you for liking someone,” he adds, grinning wide “Even if it’s Traffy.”

“…Even especially if it’s Traffy?” Zoro mutters with a smirk.

Luffy shrugs “He’s strong. You’re strong. You’re weird together. It fits.”

You smile, heart lighter.

Sanji, from the floor, sniffs “…I still made her food wrong…”

Franky pats his shoulder “You’ll recover, bro.”

You sigh.

“They’re not gonna let this go, huh.” you mutter at Law.

He doesn’t answer, but you see his eye twitch slightly.

You glance over your shoulder and say, “There’s more to the story, you know.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

You add “There’s another reason why I didn’t say anything about it earlier.”

You smile faintly “I didn’t want Luffy to think I cared more about feelings than about getting stronger.”

Luffy tilts his head “…That’s dumb too.”

You laugh under your breath “Yeah, well. I was scared you’d think I wasn’t serious.”

Then, your voice lightens as you add, “Besides, it’s not like Law was great about it either. He kissed me for the first time just because I was leaving. And after we had a fight. Didn’t even talk to me for a week after that.”

You glance sideways at him.

“He broke my heart.” you say with a crooked grin.

The silence afterward is instant.

Then—

“WHAT?!” Sanji yells, fire already lighting in his eyes.

Zoro snarls, hand on his sword “Seriously, you kissed her and then gave her the silent treatment?”

Usopp’s eyes are huge “You monster! Who does that?!”

Nami slaps Law on the shoulder “You’ve got a brain, use it next time!”

Even Brook’s offended “Breaking a lady’s heart…! That’s colder than death, yohoho!”

Luffy jumps on his feet and glares at Law “Traffy! If you made her cry I’ll kick your ass!”

Law stay still, completely calm.

“…She’s joking.” he says plainly.

You hold up your hands “Guys, seriously! I’m joking!”

They pause.

You turn back to Law, still grinning “Okay, half joking. I cried for real though.”

Law side-eyes you “You’re lucky I didn’t kiss you after the fight.”

You blink “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looks away like he regrets saying anything “Never mind.”

“Ooooh,” Nami whistles “He gets flustered now?”

Franky crosses his arms “Still not cool, dude.”

You shake your head, laughing now “He’s fine. Really. He’s just… emotionally challenged.”

“Seems accurate.” Robin adds with a rare smile.

Law groans quietly and stands to walk away like he’s done with everyone.

You watch him go, heart still light despite the teasing chaos.

Because yeah, it hurt back then. But it was worth it.

And this time you can spend some more time together, because okay you have wars to fight but at least now you’re not leaving and you already did the hard part, which was confessing.

Dressrosa appears on the horizon like a painting. Warm colors, elegant shapes, distant laughter echoing from the shore.

But none of that feels real.

Not yet.

The Sunny drifts slower now, just outside visual range. The crew’s scattered, prepping for the next phase. Weapons, disguises, plans. Luffy’s already yelling about meat.

You slip away from the noise.

You find Law standing near the railing at the back of the ship, overlooking the sea. His back is straight, but his hands are in his pockets. Calm, but tense.

You step up beside him. Quiet.

He glances at you, then back out at the water.

“…It’s almost time.” he says.

You nod “Yeah.”

The silence that follows is gentle. Like it’s waiting for something. You look at the island in the distance, then at him.

“You know,” you murmur, “every time something happened between us… it was always in a rush.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he’s listening.

Your fingers brush his softly, intentionally and this time, he doesn’t pull away.

You look up at him, voice quiet “We’ve never had something that wasn’t a goodbye.”

He turns his head toward you, eyes steady now. Searching.

“This isn’t a goodbye.” he says.

You smile “Exactly.”

And before either of you can talk yourself out of it, before nerves, or fear, or the weight of the mission can pull you back, you lean in.

So does he.

Your lips meet slowly.

No rush. No panic. No sadness behind it.

Just warmth.

His hand lifts to your cheek, steady and certain, and yours finds the front of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric like you’ve been waiting to do it forever.

He kisses you deeper then, still slow, still soft, but with something more certain behind it now. Something that says: I’m here. I’m not running. Not this time.

When you part, your foreheads stay close.

Neither of you speaks for a moment.

Then you whisper, “See? Not everything we do has to hurt.”

He exhales, and something about him softens.

“This,” he says, brushing his thumb along your jaw, “I could get used to.”

You smile, leaning into his hand “You better.”

You and Law stay by the railing, arms brushing, hearts a little steadier.

It’s quiet now.

The kind of quiet that comes after a storm.

The kind that says: we survived.

He speaks first, his voice low “We don’t know what’s waiting down there.”

You nod, eyes on the pink clouds curling above Dressrosa “We never do.”

Law turns to you fully, and this time, there’s no hesitation in him. His hand finds yours again but familiar now, like it’s where it belongs.

“But whatever happens,” he says, voice steady, “you’re not alone in it.”

You smile “Neither are you.”

You don’t say more.

You don’t have to.

Because the pain of the goodbye is just a memory now.

Because that rushed kiss, that regret, that silence, that second rushed kiss, they don’t define you anymore.

This does.

This quiet promise.

This slow, simple closeness.

The crew doesn’t call for you. They let you have this.

Maybe they understand now.

Maybe they always did.

You lean your head on his shoulder, and he lets you.

You stay like that as the Sunny sails forward, into whatever comes next.

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

P.s. ok, so I wrote this within the span of a day, so if there's any mistakes, I apologize. As I mentioned in the first part, this loosely goes along with the actual chronological events of the Wano season of One Piece. If I missed any important details, I'm sorry. I'll probably do one or two more parts. The last part will probably take a while because I'm still watching Wano.

CW: Smut, Oral sex (reader recieving), yes we get cockblocked yet again my dudes.

Cockblocked in Wano Pt.3

You followed after Law once he walked out due to his fight with Shinobu. You knew he and his crew never ratted the Samurai out. To be completely honest, you were just as mad as Law, which seemed impossible considered the sour look he had.

How could Shinobu have accused the Heart Pirates of such betrayal? How could she say anything bad about them when they had Bepo? You would've killed for Bepo. He was a whole reason on his own for why you could no longer stand there and listen to her accusations.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you were suddenly brought back to real time as you accidentally walked into Law's back. Somehow you were at the Polar Tang.

"If you'd rather go back and be with your crew, I completely understand," Law said carefully.

"Oh, i-its fine. I don't think I could handle being near Shinobu anyway, not after that. Now's not the time to be pointing fingers,"

"I completely agree y/n. I'm not stranger to being accused of being the bad guy, I'm a pirate after all. Oh well," Law said with a hint of appreciation in his voice. He could tell you were on his side. Always loyal and kind.

You followed Law as he entered the submarine. It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But how could you possibly know? This was your first time in the Heart Pirates home base.

Law walked towards one door way and then turned to look at you.

"Stay here for a moment,"

"Okay,"

Law looked around the shared quarters belonging to his crew. He saw a few faces and noticed they were all sleeping. No hints of danger.

Law exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned back to fetch you.

"It seems everyone's getting some rest, follow me,".

And you did just that.

Not sure where he was leading you, you felt yourself get nervous with anticipation. You knew you could trust him, that's not what worried you. What worried you was the idea of being completely alone with Law. No interruptions. No more having to worry about being walked in on like this morning. However, you two had already gotten into some fun once already. Maybe it could happen again. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

"These are my quarters,"

"O-oh?"

"Maybe we should try to get some rest too. I wasn't expecting to be woken up so suddenly this morning,'

"Yeah, sorry about that,"

"No need to apologize. Hell, I should be thanking you if anything,"

"What, why?"

"I can't tell you the last time I slept for hours like that without waking up 3-4 times from nightmares. It was strange, but it was really nice. And I think its because of you,".

He opened the door to his bedroom, smiling as he did. You felt yourself blush at his kind words.

You took a good look around his room. It was well kept and clean. There was a desk next to a bookcase in one corner, filled to the brim with folders, books, and various documents. Everything from medical books to comics. On the opposite side of his room was a bed. You were surprised to see how big it was. You were expecting something smaller due to Laws lanky, skinny figure, but it made sense. His legs are so long and he must toss and turn a lot if he has trouble sleeping, must need room to sprawl out.

"Mind helping me sleep again?" Law asked without looking at you, he was blushing slightly.

"Sure!"

You felt yourself flush slightly, you felt like you sounded too eager to cuddle with the black cat-like man.

But he didn't acknowledge it. He put Kikoku against the wall and his hat on his desk before making his way to the bed. He watched you make your way towards him and generously held the blanket up for you to snuggle next to him. You prompted yourself up slightly as you laid down, pushing Laws shoulders down and pulling him in front of you.

Before he could ask what you were doing, you answered his thoughts.

"Lay your head on my chest,".

This caused Law to glance down at your breasts as he gulped audibly. How cute, you thought, as you saw him get flustered. As you watched his expression, you felt some boldness due to the sight of how weak your body made him. You giggled and before he could look back up to your eyes, you grabbed the back of his scalp and pushed his face down into your breasts. You heard him gasp into your chest and began giggling more.

As you did, not paying much attention to the man suffocating into you, Law slowly lifted his gaze to your face as he gently bit your displayed cleavage.

"Ouch, what was that for?" you asked, giggling calming down.

"Clearly you're not tired enough for a nap, maybe I should help tire you out," he smirked, and dove back down to suck on your exposed skin. Your giggling was replaced by sucking in your breath as you felt his lips on you. Law began trailing down to your right nipple, dragging his tounge towards it as he pulled your his kimono to the side, opening your body to him more.

He gently sucked on your nipple, and brought his right hand over your unattended tit.

You let out a shaky low moan. Not even loud enough to be considered a whisper.

"L-Law? W-what are you aah~, d-doing?"

He let out a low chuckle, almost growling as he spoke.

"Following through on my promise, I meant what I said,".

He winked at you before diving back down on you, slowly kissing his way lower and lower until he was completely covered by the blanket. Conventially, your legs were already spread for him to hold his body in between. He stopped his trail of kisses and pressed his open mouth to your left hip, sucking in your flesh in between his teeth as he bites you. The bite is gentle at first, but it becomes stronger, earning him a gasp from you. He chuckles again as he makes his way lower. Slowly he places wet open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.

"L-Law!" you whimper, desperately needing to feel him on your core.

He began biting at your thighs, but suddenly stopped.

"Law?" you asked, curious as to why he pulled away.

Suddenly the blanket was gone, and Law had a hungry, devilish smirk on his face.

"I want you to watch me turn you into a mess," he spoke calmly.

Before you could respond, he started devouring you. Pulling moans out of you as your head falls back.

He started sucking lightly on your clit, just enough to make you crave more of him. As you bucked your hips to encourage him, he didnt seem to get the memo.

Letting out a groan of frustration for not getting what you wanted, you looked down at the hungry man between your thighs. You were met with a gaze that seemed to have already been staring at you.

Law smirked. "Bout time you looked at me. Watch me and I'll give you what you need," he said as he began to pick up the pace.

It was exactly the kind of pace and pressure you needed. You started to feel the coil in you getting closer and closer to snapping. Then he added 2 of his beautiful fingers into your entrance making his way to your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked on your clit. It didn't take much after that to make your vision go white as you rode out your orgasm.

After you came back down to reality, you panted as you looked back down at Law. He was licking his fingers, swallowing down your essence. If he didn't give off black cat energy before, he definitely resembled the actual thing with how he licked his hand. It was cute.

"Thank you, that felt amazing,"

"Too soon to thank me, sweetness. I've got more in store for you,"

"Oh really~. Like what, exactly?"

Law slowly started crawling over you, hovering above you.

"I was thinking about fucking you until you went dumb on my dick-"

*Bang Bang Bang*

"CAPTAIN!? IS THAT YOU!? ARE YOU BACK!?" a female voice called from behind the locked door.

Not again. What happened this time?

"Dammit," Law sighed, he sounded desperate as he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He lifted his head back, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I have time to-...get prepared?"

"CAPTAIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? THIS IS URGENT! SHACHI, PENGUIN, AND BEPO WERE CAPTURED!"

"Why can't anyone stay out of trouble," he began. Though his words sounded harsh, you could hear the sloght tremble of worry they carried.

"Coming!" he yelled at the voice behind the door.

You heard some footsteps shuffle away from the door.

"Not in the way I'd like to...," Law sighed with furrowed brows. All you could do was giggle.

"Come on, we need to go find your crewmates,"

"Not we, I got it. It's not your responsibility. Oh, and two more things-"

"What?" you couldn't help sounding slightly dissapointed to be away from him.

Sensing your disapproving tone, he hoped that what he was about to say would make you cheer up.

"-First thing, don't tell the Straw Hats about my crew being captured. I'm going to get them back,".

You understood why he didn't want Luffy to know. You knew Luffy would cause more trouble breaking down walls to help Law rescue his crew.

"Ok, what's the second thing you wanted to say?"

"When I get back, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll want to join my crew instead," he smirked at you. You went completely red. You were so hot and bothered it looked like steam was blowing out of your ears.

Law giggled and got up to reposition his kimono. He started making his way to the door, then he looked back at you fondly.

"Wait for me, sweetness,"

"I-i will,"

And with that, his mission began.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Chakotay being a person who (while of course being willing to follow orders to a point) ultimately puts what's morally right and wrong in his eyes over Starfleet protocol while Tuvok is shown to be a person who will follow Starfleet protocol (and more accurately Janeway's word) over what he personally thinks is right is something that could have been so interesting if the three of them were actually shown as a triumvirate instead of it usually being Janeway-Chakotay and even then mostly just Janeway.

It would be an opportunity to explore more about the Maquis v Starfleet dynamic, about how Chakotay & Janeway's different leadership styles work and don't work with this new crew and with different people, to interrogate what exactly Voyager should look like - to incorporate more leniency and Maquis tactics into its operation so that they really do become a blended ship instead of the Maquis simply becoming subsumed into Starfleet. It'd also give more opportunities to let all three characters shine and introduce more moral quandaries that they can have differing ideas about and how does that affect them? At one point Tuvok is willing to go against Janeway's orders because she wants to do something but can't due to Starfleet protocol. In another episode he also follows Janeway's orders to assist in killing an entire ship of people despite that being against both Starfleet protocol and certain moral standards because she feels strongly that they should. He protests this but once she rebukes him he doesn't object again or attempt to stop her (like Chakotay - though they both know at that point that she's crossing lines). This sort of implies to me that he's much more loyal to Janeway herself than he is to Starfleet as a concept. Meanwhile Janeway is shown to be staunchly and strictly Starfleet - adopting the code AS her moral compass a lot of the time. She sometimes has to go off-script due to the nature of their situation but most of her decisions are made depending on how Starfleet would feel about it. If she wants to do something but Starfleet would disagree, she rarely if ever questions Starfleet protocol and instead will go with what it says is best even if it's painful on a personal level. She also tells Tuvok in the episode aforementioned that he is "Her advisor, her moral compass" and having a moral compass/advisor that's either a bunch of rules written by the space government or a person who is mostly just going to agree with you no matter what they actually think and not challenge you if you rebuke them isn't the best idea. Enter Chakotay. Chakotay's willingness to disagree with Janeway and not back down is something I wish had been shown more. When he says "I don't care about logs or reports or whatever - I care about person to person shit. I care about what's right and what you're doing is wrong." it's something that could be so interesting and so necessary when contrasted with the other two. A good example is of course 'Equinox' but also 'Manuevers' where he goes off against literally everyone's orders and friendly advice because he feels responsible. And that's important - he's doing it because he feels responsible. That's different from Tuvok (who doesn't feel) and Janeway (who would most likely try to find comfort in protocol) - because Chakotay feels he's responsible and that he needs to protect the crew since he (in his eyes) is the one who put them in danger. He's a person who's shown to be willing to go against everything anyone says in order to do what he feels is right if the wrong is too great to allow. Voyager if these three were actually allowed to argue and be equals and figure out how to work together as sort of a microcosm of how this new blended crew is going to be able to fight and work and band together.

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s6 ep15: Tsunkatse

I primarily remember this one as 'the one with The Rock', but actually, there were a lot of good things here that I'd forgotten. It's a better episode than I remembered it being.

Most glaringly, I totally forgot that Jeffrey Combs and J.G. Hertzler were both in it. It's like a DS9 mini-reunion! I'm kind of surprised they cast them in a Voyager episode so soon after DS9 ended, but I guess the rules about how soon you can reuse actors for different roles don't apply if it's not the same show. And anyway, no matter how long they waited, Trek fans would recognize their voices under any makeup. But the characters they play here are actually a lot like Weyoun and Martok, a shyster and a warrior, respectively, once again.

In another case of The Voyager Crew Is So Freaking Bored, they all get obsessed with watching an alien martial art form called Tsunkatse while on shore leave. Everybody goes to these matches and gets into wagering about the outcomes, which feels like a weirdly un-Federation utopian future pastime for supposedly enlightened people. It feels unlikely for such a pack of nerds to suddenly be like 'hey let's bet on some prizefights! I love watching strangers beat eachother up!'. I guess six years out in space on the same ship, with the same people, doing the same job, might make them desperate for novelty, however coarse and backward, but it definitely feels like something they shoehorned into the show as a publicity stunt so they could have The Rock guest star. Still, it's kind of cute to see them all excited about something, and we get quite a bit of funny, silly character stuff in this one.

The only people who don't get caught up in Tsunkatse fever are Tuvok, Seven and the Doctor. The Doctor lectures anyone who will listen about how fighting shouldn't be a sport (one of the few times I wholeheartedly agree with him) and Seven and Tuvok take off in a shuttle to investigate a nebula to get away from the crew's new obsession. There's so many lovely little moments of the crew just going about their lives, acting like a normal family together, that weren't necessary plot wise, but which are wonderful additions that elevate the whole episode from average to good for me. Captain Janeway leaving instructions for Chakotay before she takes off on her away mission, like a nervous mom leaving instructions for a babysitter; Tom bothering Seven while she's packing for her trip wih Tuvok and telling her about B'Elanna's secret stuffed toy, Toby the Targ, that she brings with her whenever she goes on a long trip; the Doctor trying to get Seven to go to a museum with him instead of her 'boring' survey trip with Tuvok, and Seven getting rid of him by suggesting he come assist them instead, which sends him scurrying away; Harry, Tom, B'Elanna and Chakotaychatting about the upcoming Tsunkatse matches and their own sports history in the mess hall, and joking around with eachother- all of these scenes are just so cute and fun, and show off the characters comraderie, even if they don't directly serve the plot. I wish more episodes would take time to give us stuff like this.

We get another lovely scene with Seven and Tuvok in the shuttle, where the two of them bond over their mutual dislike of small talk. They find delight in sitting in companionable silence together for two hours, until a passing ship disables their shuttle, and beams an explosive aboard that they can't disarm. After it explodes, Seven and Tuvok wake up in a holding area, which we soon learn is where the Tsunkatse fighters are kept. They are being held captive by a man, Penk, who captures people to force them to fight in the matches, which makes him considerable profit. Tuvok is severely injured from the explosive, so Seven agrees to become a fighter in exchange for medical care for Tuvok. One of the other captive fighters is a Hirogen hunter, who takes Seven under his wing, and agrees to train her.

Seven is eventually pitted up against none other than Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, in a bit of stunt casting, since he was known as a pro-wrestler in those days- he's simply credited as 'The Rock' here. This was def one of his first, if not very first, acting jobs, so Star Trek kind of helped launch his acting career. It's a piece of Trek trivia you can use on people who've never seen the show to get them to watch!

The Voyager crew, who are watching the match in the stands, are shocked to see Seven fighting in the ring, up against an opponent twice her size, and they try to call out to her, but she can't hear them. They try to beam her out, but they find there's no one in the ring to lock onto, and the realize the fighters are holographic projections being broadcast from somewhere else. They go back to Voyager to try to find her, and call back Captain Janeway from her away mission.

Seven is defeated in the match, but seeing a Borg get beaten up drives up the viewership, so Penk decides that Seven's next match will be to the death, since people will surely turn out in droves to see a Borg get killed. (One wonders how the Voyager crew never realized that some of the matches are to the death- that definitely goes against Federation values! Did they really just luckily only happen to see the ones that weren't to the death? Because I simply can't believe that any Starfleet officer would knowingly cheer for a bloodsport.)

Seven doesn't want to kill anyone, but Tuvok tells her to do what it takes to survive, and her Hirogen trainer tries to teach her the ways of the hunter- to never sympathize with her prey. It's hard for Seven to go against everything she's been taught in the past few years of learning to be human, but she eventually decides to try to win the death match- only to be pitted against her own trainer, who has become her friend.

Meanwhile, the Voyager crew are on the tail of Penk's ship, and working to rescue Seven, having recieved no help from the planet's authorities, who turn a blind eye to the unsavory practices of the sport that makes them rich. With help from Captain Janeway in the Delta Flyer, they disable Penk's broadcast, and rescue Seven, Tuvok, and the Hirogen just seconds before the fight ends.

The Hirogen asks if Seven would have killed him if she had to, and Seven says she doesn't know. Nonetheless, the Hirogen is proud of Seven, and they part as friends before Voyager returns him to his people. Seven is disturbed by her fighter training, and feels confused and ashamed at having turned her back on her newfound human morals in order to survive. Tuvok, however, assures her that her guilt and unease about what she had to do proves that her human values are intact.

This one actually had some interesting commentary about the abuses that are accepted in the name of popular, profitable sports, about how audiences often don't look beyond the surface of the things that amuse them, and what moral compromises are acceptable when fighting for survival. I liked how we had a Hirogen character who was an ally and friend to Seven, providing more nuance and flipping the narrative from when they were introduced as simply monstrous bad guys. And I loved all the joyful, silly character moments that showed the crew's family connection. A deeper and smarter episode than I gave it credit for previously.

Tl;dr: A fun episode with great character moments, great guest stars, and some still very relevant social commentary, that actually gave Seven an interesting storyline. A pleasant surprise.

[nomsfaultau]

Halloween interactive event (p.2)

The day of the Halloween arrives quickly.

As the sun starts to sink below the horizon, our crew gets ready to head to the masquerade.

Once a person states their intent out loud a portal appears, cutting through reality. It's blue and purple and pink, spiraling further and further away. Once opened, all of the beings who witness it will be obligated to enter. Take that as you wish :)

The Crow flies in first, glancing back at the Blade with a.. complicated expression as it does so. And then it's gone, wrapped up in the confusing nature of the spiral.

What are their actions?

The Blade: NOO DAVE COME BACK! *Immediately runs for the portal*

Philza: *Flies up to grab onto his mane, scooping him up like a kitten by the scruff of the neck* Ohhh no you don't mate. That's sus as hell.

The Blade: Pff what's it gonna do, kill me? Are you saying I couldn't defeat a spiraling incomprehensible chasm ripping through our dimension? Bruh. You don't believe in me? That hurts Phil, it really does. *Phil snickers as The Blade throws the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically* I feel so unsupported. Failed by my community. My emotional support crow was the only thing keeping me sane. All the voices agree.

Philza: .....for as many years as I spent as a crow, I do not remember them being selectively invisible.

The Blade: INVISIBLE CROW PET! EVEN BETTER! I GOTTA SAVE DAVE. We've bonded for life, Phil. I've no other options. He's your Collected by proxy just like Tubbo, he's basically as important as Tubbo is. Maybe even more.

Tommy: TUBBO IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN A STUPID BIRD!

Tubbo: (ehh we prefer if Phil m̸̩͒́͘ů̸̦͖͓̋f̴̢̛͇̊͠ͅf̴͍͑̕ḯ̶̻̳͐ņ̷̦̄̉s out of our life, actually.)

Philza: *rolling his eyes* By all means. But if you pick a fight with the fabric of reality and end the world I'll be disappointed. Help you kill it, sure, but disappointed. *releases him*

The Blade: *deadpan* Wahoo. *dives antlers first into the portal*

Wilbur: What the m̶̛̳̊͂͑ú̴̫͈͂f̸́̔��͚̩͎̈͝f̶̤̤́́i̴̗̳̠̐̒̈́̕ͅň̶̬̻̏ is wrong with him?! Who just walks into a death spiral? Quick Tommy summon him back!

Tommy: *Gulps* That's not how that works, Wil

Wilbur: I'll get him myself- *shadows shoot out of the hole in his 'Phantom of the Opera' costume mask. The second they touch the portal it's sucked into the spiral, more and more eldritch monsters ripped out of Wilbur's face. He begins to be pulled forward, eye widening in panic.* DAD HELP! *it screeches as its pulled into the vortex*

Philza: Welp. That doesn't seem normal. Alright, are you two good if I pop out to deal with that? Should be back in a few hours, dinner's in the fridge, don't burn the house down (without me). *Tommy and Tubbo nod, and Philza jumps into the portal after his Collected*

Tommy: .....man I was kinda hoping to go to the mascaraed party.

Tubbo: You want to go into the swirling evil vortex of doom?

Tommy: Of COURSE I wanna go in the swirling evil vortex of doom! Maybe there's a multiverse or something, ever think of that? And then- oh no, I'm dressed like spider-man, so they'll think I'M spider-man. Except with great power doesn't come great responsibility, just great deals of trauma. They'll expect me to shoot web or some m̸̩͒́͘ů̸̦͖͓̋f̴̢̛͇̊͠ͅf̴͍͑̕ḯ̶̻̳͐ņ̷̦̄̉ and then hate me when I can't!

Tubbo: Uhh sure that works. Only... *Tubbo goes pale. Which isn't biologically possible for a sack of honey, but roll with it.* Hey Tommy? Uh. We don't think we have a choice of not entering the portal.

Tommy: Huh?? It's not hard just don't m̶̛̳̊͂͑ú̴̫͈͂f̸͚̩͎́̔́̈͝f̶̤̤́́i̴̗̳̠̐̒̈́̕ͅň̶̬̻̏ing touch it. I don't touch things every single day of my life, personally.

Tubbo: See, well, against our will every single bee is homing in on this location, so, like, prepare for a tidal wave of bees in 3, 2, 1-

Tommy: *Screeching like a banshee as a massive swarm of bees slams in from every direction, shoving him into the portal.*

Tubbo:

Tubbo: ...greeeeat love being mind controlled just great. Who cares about a little thing like autonomy? At least Dr. Blake pretended to give us choices.... *The inflatable dino costume slumps as they reluctantly trudge into the vortex*

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

What the hell is going on with those eyes, huh? (A hc359 update)

Confused? Find the Masterpost here, and read the first four installments in the series before this one! In this installment, I try my best to make Grian's life as miserable as possible!

CW: discussions of death, surgery, medical equipment, body horror, mild dehumanisation (accidental(?))

So, despite Cub doing research and experiments on that fun little wall with eyes in the Hermethus' hidden storage, Grian is the only one who actually touched those eyes when he discovered them. He just relayed the fact that it gave her an electric shock to the others so they avoided touching it.

Several weeks have passed since Grian talked to mission command, and those several weeks have been... painful. The crew is being unfriendly and uncooperative, barely keeping the place together as they drift further into deep space. Worst of all, Grian's arm has been hurting like hell, and she just can't figure out why.

Not that she talks to Scar or Cub about it, or asks Mumbo for any medical information or any scans. She is quite content to never talk to them again, actually. They probably all hate her for keeping secrets from them.

And then, one day, Grian wakes up to find small raised bumps across her arm, barely visible but as uncomfortable as ever. It's weird, but he assumes it's some kind of allergic reaction or a side effect of being in space for too long. Something that will go away. But, pressing on the little bumps and feeling the skin of her arm, she notices how solid the raised areas are. Kind of squishy, but solid.

It's not itchy, more like growing pains mixed with pins and needles. And the feeling goes deep, into the muscle and bones. Like something is latching itself into him, taking root.

(That is exactly what's happening, but Grian does not know this, and so she says nothing)

Eventually, the bumps across his arm start to form cracks on the skin, which look like faint scars at first but then become deeper, clear indications of eyelids. These developments happen so fast Grian barely has time to contemplate telling someone. She even hides it from Mumbo's camera-eyes.

Then, the eyes begin to open, and Grian thinks maybe he messed up.

It's not like she can see out of them... most of the time. But it's freaky. And what if more start spawning? What if they are, under the skin where he can't see? Hundreds of eyes growing inside her? She's scared the crew will mutiny, or something, because of the obvious alien infection, but he can't stay quiet now. He has to tell them...

She hides it, still, for a few more days, wrapping her arm with bandages. The fabric feels horrific against the freshly-sprouted eyes, especially because she can't control when they open or close. It makes her nauseous just looking at them. She can only tolerate it for so long.

A crew meeting is called. Grian just rips off the proverbial band-aid all at once and hopes for the best, absolutely terrified that the crew will turn against him even further.

The first reaction is a sort of general shock. But then, surprisingly fast, the crew go straight into Science Mode. Scar is a biologist, Cub has been running experiments on the wall-eyes, Mumbo... well, he's still kind of mad at Grian, actually, but he's also an AI with access to all the knowledge of humanity (sort of) so he starts searching for similar cases in old medical files.

Scar is very curious in a practical kind of way. He asks if the eyes can see, if they're connected to anything, if they have their own nervous systems, etc. Cub really wants to run some tests. and Grian feels more like a specimen than a person at that point, so she agrees and lets Cub take him to the lab. Scar wants to tag along but Cub doesn't let him, telling him to stay put and let them know if the ship starts exploding or anything crazy.

It's... not too long before Cub grabs a scalpel and tries prying one of the eyes out. No warning or anything. Grian screams and slaps him in the face. Serves him right.

They have some painkillers stocked up, so Cub offers those to Grian because he... really wants to do a bit of a vivisection, to be honest. Really wants to get under the skin and see what's happening. He just momentarily forgot that Grian can feel pain. Silly mistake to make, of course.

It takes some convincing, but Grian hesitantly agrees to a short operation. She's still awake during the procedure, though he's drowsy and her arm is numb. There's a little bed surface to lay down on, so she doesn't fall over or anything. Cub is relatively careful, making an incision on the skin and looking inside with a mini camera - taking scans as he does so - before sewing the wound up and moving on to an eye. It will be easier to analyse in isolation, as well as better to see whether it dies or not when separated from Grian's body.

The eye is cut away cleanly, and in an instant Grian is shocked with pain, riveting up her arm like fire. She lashes out with no control, hitting Cub in the side of the head. Something inside her, something that isn't her, screams in pain and anger.

His vision flashes between normal sight and the shattered dozen perspectives of the eyes... including the one so neatly cut from her flesh. In the moment, he feels like he's dying. Life draining away, slowly but still too fast.

Later, he realises the feeling came from the severed eye, as it was dying. But even knowing this, inside her something is broken. Missing. Dead.

Grian relays that she might be, uh, innately connected to the eyes now. He's like 'bad news i think cub killed a part of me' (and Mumbo gets to make a sassy remark about being dead) and thus things are more complicated.

They dont know whether the eyes are malicious, or invasive, or symbiotic. Scar wants to do some research into that. He specialises in animal behavioural phenomenons and is really interested in what kind of relationship the eyes have to Grian- are they like fish or barnacles attaching themselves to sharks? Are they more like parasitic worms? Are they trying to feed on Grian and eat away her body? Trying to become one with her?

This is all really interesting to Scar. I mean, he also wants Grian to be safe, and they need to know whether they should remove the rest of the eyes or not, but... it's a bit of excitement in an otherwise particularly doomed trip.

Overall, Grian feels like her very obvious depressive cycle might be about to get worse, but at least the crew are talking to her. Even if it's just because she's a new thing to experiment on...

Remember when she used to have authority? Yeah, she doesn't really miss it either.

[theblogofdavyjones]

The sketch artist

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @thesamuraiofsingapore

Request:

Heyy hi if it's possible I would like to make a request! With like Davy Jones when he was still human who discovers in his crew a girl who pretended to be a man only to become a sailor and one day Davy discovers that Reader spent his time making portraits of him with little hearts and things like that. Idk if I explained myself well 😭 If you don't accept it's fine byee <3

***

You can’t recall on how long it’s been since you’ve voluntarily traded yourself in on Jack Sparrow’s behalf to settle his debt with Davy Jones.

You would literally do anything for anyone, it didn’t matter if it was for someone you know, or for someone who was a complete stranger to you. But you knew Jack Sparrow, not just by name but by basically growing up together as childhood friends. The both of you were close, not in a romantic way, but through a friendship way.

Even now, you still kept that friendship close within your heart. When you offered to take Jack’s place, Jack protested against it, but you wouldn’t let him convince you otherwise. Jack couldn’t help but feel angry about it, angry about losing you as a payment in debt, angry he wouldn’t have someone there to be keeping company. With a whispering plea and a pleading look, Jack reluctantly agreed to let you go.

But it was more of what you asked of him.

“Please. Please let me do this for you. You’ve given me so much already, I’m certain of this.” you promise.

———

As you keep thinking of that moment, it still feels as if all that happened yesterday.

The memory of the first night stepping onboard the Dutchman, was still just as fresh in your mind. As you think of it, after accepting the terms of one hundred years of service, it dawns on you it’s been five years since the trade. Your personality is unique, you are an expert on letting yourself show no fear at all when it’s struck within you. You didn’t know what Davy Jones would do to you, but you know at some degree of what he is capable of and is known for doing, and guessing how it all may turn out scared you more than for it to actually be happening.

When you got there, you were surprised that Davy Jones seemed to be sparing you the treatment his crew was forced to go though without a fight. Rather, the captain would give some tasks, mainly the smaller and lighter ones to which you never once refused. Overtime, Davy Jones started growing a soft spot for you as you were surprising yourself that you were beginning to like him and not mind being around him so much. Bootstrap noticed of course, and when he approached you about it one day, he approached you while sitting in some shade, obviously in a different world drawing in your sketchbook.

“What’s that you got there?” he asks, over shoulder.

You nearly jumped at his voice.

“Sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine, these are just some of my sketches I’ve done.” you reply.

You look to Bootstrap as he’s giving himself a closer look at your drawings, and is immediately admired by your talent.

“These are really good, they should be framed of the wall of the ship.”

Bootstrap goes on with the compliments until he stops at a picture of Jack Sparrow.

“You still think about-“

“That one was from a long time ago.” you say, cutting him off.

When Bootstrap turns to the next page, you’re face drains of color, embarrassed by the sketch he had just found.

It starts from a sketch of Barbossa, and Bootstrap himself, to now something more surprising. It was surprising enough that it would have one raise their eyebrows as a sign of their interests.

It was a half drawing of Davy Jones. The idea to sketch Davy Jones had come when you heard him mentioning of Jack Sparrow to Maccus. As you knew it was going to be another challenge to conquer, you were confident enough to sketch him by memory. You had his image in your mind, but later on, you knew you’d be needing more than an image, and that’s how you came about sitting in the little bit of shade you could find.

“Is th-“

You quickly swipe the sketch book away from his hold.

“That’s, that’s nothing. Really.”

Bootstrap didn’t want to press on, or make you say anything you don’t want to.

So he nods in understanding before inviting you a walk around the ship, to which you accept. But not before returning that sketch book to your quarters. Once you did, you weren’t thinking and had only thrown it on the bed before turning away.

———

While on your walk with Bootstrap, Davy Jones had a task assignment for you, and sent Maccus to go fetch you from your quarters.

Once Maccus had reached your quarters, and there was no response to his knocking on the door, he lets himself in, thinking you might be asleep. However, to his surprise, you weren’t at all there, the only thing that was left in his sighting was of the sketch book that was left behind. Because he had some sort of respect for you, guilt tripped him a little as he takes it into his own hands and opens it.

He couldn’t help but make a face of disgust seeing the first drawing was of Jack Sparrow, than to Barbossa. When he got to the sketch of himself, he froze and admired before turning the next page. The half drawing of Davy Jones was a shock to him, but as he got a closer look, he noticed there had been tiny hearts around the art. The next thing he did was take the sketch book with him to hand it over to Davy Jones himself. The captain needed to see this, or so that’s what he thought. It would soon turn into a disaster after you would find out what Maccus had done.

Or at least, that’s what you had thought.

Only time will tell.

***

@theblogofdavyjones

Requests: open

Tags: @kyoui @royisrandom @marsswann @imalittleoutthere @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @friendlynova @personlovinganime @mypookiebeardavyjones

A/N:

I changed it up a bit to make it a little easier for me to write, I hope you still like it!

[lillylvjy]

hello my beloved lils, i haveth a request for thee. okay hear me out on this one . so, yk the acting stream with jack, wilbur and tommy yeah? yeah that but you're there and wilbur keeps flirting with you every chance he gets and you aren't sure if he's doing it for a bit or if he actually means it and at the end when youre all about to go home you kinda pull him to the side and ask him like "what was up with that bit you kept pulling lmao" and he goes "what bit?" and you say "you kept flirting with me!" and he smiles at you and goes "oh, that wasn't a bit." ill let you come up with the rest runs away sosorry its so long and if it doesnt make sense dm me and ill try to explain it better ily mwah mwah

I love this so much mwah mwah ilym

Warnings// two sexual jokes, swearing!, teasing, flirting, it’s all fluff!, a little hint at jealous Wilbur…., tell me if I missed anything

Not edited and 4.8k words:-)

In other words ( until the end of time)

^^it’ll make sense

Wilbur, Jack, and Tommy all agreed to do the acting challenge stream they did a year ago, but in an actual film studio. You honestly don’t know how you got dragged into this, but all you know is being spammed by the trio and being asked to be in the stream. You obviously said yes. I mean, why would you say no! Three of your funniest friends wanted you to be in the stream!

Jack picked all three of you up and of course Tommy called passenger seat. So you and Wilbur were in the back. You don’t know what was up with him, but he kept brushing his hand against yours when it was on the seat. Kept sending you songs random songs throughout the car ride. Don’t get me wrong, you loved it. But it was just strange.

Once you got to the studio, all four of you got hooked up and ready to go. The production crew got the stream up and running as you asked Wilbur how you looked.

“Like an angel darling. Don’t worry about how you look, you always look good.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

Hmm. Again… what is he doing?

I mean, yes he’s done it before to you but not just in general. The last time he did it was almost a year ago when you found out your ex-boyfriend cheated on you and he was there to comfort you. But you can’t lie, you did enjoy it. Made you feel safe and loved.

“Ok camera on in 5,4,3,2,1! And we’re on!” A lady said.

“Good luck, darling.” Wilbur quickly whispered.

You smiled at him as Wilbur and Tommy both stared out into space like they were bored or something.

“Welcome to the stream! Everybody. Hello, we are in a film-“ Jack started but got distracted by Tommy’s facial expression.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You asked both boys. Wilbur sent you a glare and kicked your leg. “Ow! you bitch.” You said back to him as you flicked his forehead. You knew he was in pain by the way his face faltered for a moment but he quickly went back to a stoic facial expression.

“We’re in a film studio. As you can see around me, there are lights-“ Tommy and Wilbur looked around the room like they’d been in a horror movie. You just stayed standing, your arms crossed as you waited for Jack to be done with the intro.

“Cameras that you can’t see-“

“I‘ve been staring at the edge of the water-“

“Oh looks a shark!” Tommy exclaims, bringing up his mic that’s connected to his shirt to his mouth and starts making shark sounds.

“Jesus Christ, can we get this on with please. Chat I was forced to come here!” You yelled at the camera.

“No! You came at your free will!” Jack argued. You just stuck your tongue out at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

“If you can’t tell-“ Jack started, but Wilbur cut him off.

“For the improve bit, we weren’t improving. You just started-“

“What the hell do you mean improve?!” You exclaimed at Wilbur.

“Did you guys plan a bit?” Jack asked.

“Yeah but like, he just kind of did it….” Wilbur said. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, silently telling him to go on with what they were going to do, but Jack beat him to it.

“Guys! We’re in a green!”

“Guys! We are in the forest!” Tommy exaggerates.

“We’re in the big green and what we’re going to be doing is, a year ago, Wilbur did a stream, uh, we’re we came up with improve scenarios and acted them out, uh, and that was it! We just sat in a big discord call because it was Covid and I thought what if we did that but in a green screen studio with costumes and props and another lovely person because that would be better. Everyone give it up for Y/n!” Jack said as everyone started clapping for you.

You looked into the camera with a straight face. “Help me. Please. I need help.” You said as Wilbur put you in a head lock. Tommy and Jack started laughing as you fell against Wilbur. Wilbur quickly picked you up and held you from behind.

“So you won’t fall this type love.” He said. He knew you were faking it, but it still felt nice to hold you like this. To be this close to you and to be near you.

Wilbur’s thoughts got interrupted as Jack continued. “So essentially, I did his idea but better.” Jack concluded as Wilbur started to do that weird dance he does. He stands back up and acts like nothing happened.

“So! How’s life in the green? Very good, uh, it’s, it’s almost unsettlingly one color uh and I can’t wear green clothes, which is my favorite color of clothes.”

“That’s just not true.” Wilbur concluded.

“You don’t know that!” Jack got defensive

“That’s not true.”

“How do you know?” Jack challenged

“How much of your merch was green? You’re telling me you didn’t use your favorite color for merch?” Wilbur said back.

“Yeah. Two of the, two of the items were green. no other item was, no other color-“ Jack got cut off as Tommy made noises in his ear and as Wilbur leaned in and grabbed his cheek, as if he were going to kiss him. Damn do you wish that was you… anyways!

“That was not improvised! Actually is was but it was uncomfortable.” Jack said as Wilbur laughed.

“No, I’d only fully commit if it was Y/n.” Wilbur confessed as he sent you a wink. Your eyes widened and you covered your face from being shown. You knew your were red from the heat radiating off of your skin.

When you looked up, Wilbur cooed at you as chat pointed it out.

“Aww look at the little baby!” Wilbur said as patted your head. You sent a flat his way and punched his forearm.

“So!” Tommy started but didn’t know what else to say.

“So what are we doing jack?”

“Yeah. What are we doing?” You asked, genuinely not knowing what you were supposed to to.

“You big dominant man! Tell us what to do.” Tommy finished.

“He keeps saying this! He keeps saying you’re so dominant and we’re, we’re not.”

“Breed-able.” Wilbur finishes for jack.

“Speak for yourselves. I’m more dominant than any of you bitches. That’s just a fact.” You said. Tommy looked at you, mortified. Wilbur had a stupid smirk on his face and Jack was confused.

“Hm. Would you like to show me darling?” Wilbur asked. Again. You got flustered and punched his shoulder.

“Absolutely not!” You yelled at him. Your voice muffled from your hands covering your face. Wilbur just stood there laughing at you.

After chat made fun of Jack’s height. And Wilbur and Tommy getting distracted. You guys finally started the improvising.

The first scenario you and Wilbur were cows. As Tommy and Jack improvised you and Wilbur kept crawling around everywhere. As you passed him by, Wilbur bumped your hip and made you fall over.

“Asshole.” You whispered at him as you kicked his leg. He laughed and just kept crawling as you stayed there.

“Honk! Do the classic honk special! Throw him off!” Tommy said to Wilbur as he fell down on top of you.

“Oof!” You said, as Wilbur exchanged all his weight onto you.

He rolled off of you and faced you. “Look at that love. I fell for you. Hard you could even say.” Wilbur teased. You rolled your eyes and looked up at Jack who was pointing the gun at you both.

“But not this cow, this is my prized cow!” Tommy said pointing at Wilbur’s.

“Ok, what the fuck about me you bitch!” You said at Tommy as you and Wilbur started to crawl again.

“Ahh! It’s talking!” Tommy exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and continued crawling.

Jack went over to Wilbur and pointed his gun at him.

“Any last words?” Jacks asked.

Wilbur slowly stood up and grabbed the gun and walked towards the camera.

“Beef is one of the most inefficient meats you can eat. Hundreds of acres of land are used for the production of beef stock. Milk, every kind. Go Vegan today to save Honk.” Wilbur concluded his heartfelt speech.

You scoffed. “Yeah. And you just had a burger before we came here, so what does that make you?” You challenged Wilbur as they all started laughing.

“Y/n is after you today.” Jack said to Wilbur.

“If you love being vegan as much as I love falafel….” Tommy said but never finished. Everyone started laughing at that comment and agreed to go to the next scenario.

You guys did a couple more scenarios, until something more chaotic appeared.

The sims scenario.

Tommy and Wilbur started as sims and you and Jack were the players. You controlling Wilbur, Jack controlling a Tommy.

You and Jack ran to get chairs and sat them next to each other.

“Wilbur, you need to shit. Like right now.” You said to Wilbur as he turned to go to the bathroom. “Actually cancel that! I need the relationship status on you two to go up.” You said as you watched Wilbur and Tommy act like fools.

“Go play tennis together.” Jack insisted.

Wilbur and Tommy stomped around the small space as they “made their way” to the tennis court.

You and Jack looked at each other and started laughing as they started to play the tennis game.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whispered to Jack.

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m enjoying it for sure!” He laughed back.

“Wilbur, you have to shit now. Go.” You said as Wilbur walked to the bathroom.

“Tommy go cook Mac and cheese.” Jack said.

Tommy started to sing a tune as he “made” Mac and cheese. Wilbur kept walking and ran into you. He kept running into your knees until you grabbed his waist, turned him around and and pushed him back over to Tommy.

“Wilbur, no. Cancel that and wash your hands.” You said as he was about to go to the bathroom again.

“Now save some of that for Wilbur.” Jack said as Tommy gagged up some of the Mac and cheese.

“Ok what the fuck!” You yelled as you grimaced.

“Wilbur go eat some Mac! You’re hungry.” You told Wilbur.

Wilbur walked over and looked like he had no clue where to go. He eventually waved his arm around in a greeting manor as you and Jack absolutely lost it.

“Wilbur. No. Cancel that! Stop going to the bathroom!” You yelled at him. “Walk into the living room.” You concluded.

“Tommy. Go use the oven.” Jack demanded.

Wilbur crouched down and ate his Mac and cheese, as Tommy used the oven very poorly.

“Wilbur go pick up the cat. Go play with you.” You told Wilbur. He turned to you and walked over to you. You looked at him, confused as to why he was coming over to you, until he picked you up bridle style. You squeaked and wrapped your hands tightly around his neck as you both looked at each other. You both held eye contact as you stared into each others eyes. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read. Longing? Security? Desperation? You didn’t know, but all you knew was that you didn’t want this moment to end at all. You loved his eyes and how you could get lost in them at any moment.

Your thoughts soon got interrupted as Tommy started petting your head. You looked over at Tommy and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Aww” Tommy cooed as Wilbur gently put you back down in your seat and walked over to the bathroom again.

“No Wil! Cancel.” You told him.

“Play a practical joke on Tom, Wilbur.” You instructed Wil.

Wilbur crept up behind Tommy and pretended to scare him.

“Booooo! That sucked!” You yelled at Wilbur attempted at scaring Tommy.

As Wilbur was going to the bathroom, Jack instructed Tommy to go speak to him.

“Tommy insult his girlfriend.” Jack told Tommy.

Tommy did some motions and pointed at you, which made you a little confused.

“You fucking what?” Wilbur suddenly got serious. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said… I called her out on the street,” Tommy started, but soon got pushed back by Wilbur.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Wilbur said, in a hushed, serious tone.

“I said she was hot!” Tommy said to Wilbur. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, but you saw a slight change in Wilbur eyes. Something like jealousy? Rage? You couldn’t tell exactly, but it surprised you. Was he actually mad at Tommy for calling you hot? What is going on?

“Look up there.” Wilbur pointed. Tommy looked up as Wilbur “slapped” him.

“Wilbur go to the bathroom.” You pointed.

“Tommy go take a shower” Jack instructed Tommy.

Tommy went into the bathroom as Wilbur quickly came out.

“Wilbur sit down on the coach.” You told Wilbur. Once he was in front of you, you rubbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “What was that over there? Were you actually mad?” You asked him. He ignored you and continued looking forward.

“Tommy the showers made you feel flirty.” Jack demanded.

Wait, hold on. I’m done.“ Wilbur said while laughing.

Tommy put his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows as you looked up at him and laughed.

“At this point we swap.” Wilbur told you and Jack as Wilbur picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Wilbur. Put me down, you’re gonna drop me!” You screamed at him, grilling his waist tightly.

“You think that lowly of me darling? I wouldn’t drop you in a million years.” He set you down on the floor and cupped your face, out of the cameras view. “I mean that. In every way possible.” Wilbur said to you as he rubbed your cheek bones.

“I’ll be in charge of Jack!” Tommy yelled, and yet again, interrupted the scene.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. All you could think about was Wilbur’s words and his eyes.

After everything was packed up and stream ended. You couldn’t get his words out of your head.

“I mean that. In every way possible.”

What does he mean by that?

He surely doesn’t like me, right? He can’t like me. The last time I checked he was swooning over someone else.

“Hey would you guys want to get something to eat while we’re out?” Jack asked, taking you away from your very loud thoughts.

“Yeah why not!” You said in return.

As everyone began to leave, you quickly grabbed Wilbur and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, what you said early, that was a bit right?” You asked him.

“A bit?”

“Yeah. All that flirting and shit. You were just joking correct?” You asked a little more firmly now.

“Um, no I wasn’t.” Wilbur concluded as he frowned at you.

“What?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Love, everything I’ve said, is true. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and I’m finally at my breaking point. I can’t hold back my feelings any longer or pretend that I don’t feel something for you every time I see you laugh and smile. I could go on a whole rant about how much I love every part of you, inside and out, but no words could ever suffice my feelings for you. Y/n, I love you. With everything in me. And you don’t have to respond now or at all if you don’t even feel the same. I would understand completely. But I just wanted you to know, that I will always love you. No matter what you chose or feel.” Wilbur concluded.

You looked into his eyes, tears threatening to fall out as you looked up at the man you’ve loved for, jesus, forever! You couldn’t speak or do anything. The only think you could think to do is kiss him. So that’s what you did.

You grabbed Wilbur by the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto yours. The kiss was slow, yet full of desperation and love.

Wilbur pulled you in closer to him by the hips as he deepened the kiss, still not fully believing that you were kissing him.

His crush was kissing him!

“Ah!” Wilbur and you both pulled apart and knocked out of your thoughts, as you both looked over and saw Tommy looking at you with a mortified look and Jack was looking at you both with a smirk on his face. “Why is it always meeeeeeee! I need therapy now! Tommy complained as he walked out of the studio to the car.

Jack walked over and oat Wilbur’s shoulder. “After 5 months, you finally got the balls to do it. I’m proud of ya’” Jack said in a joking tone as you winked at you both and left to go see how Tommy was doing.

“What’s does he mean by ‘after 5 months’?” You ask Wilbur, confused with the sudden timeline change.

“Wait? You didn’t realize?!” Wilbur stopped you.

“Realize what?” You exclaimed back at him, even more confused.

“For the last 5 months I’ve been flirting and giving hints to you that I liked you. I thought they were obvious but clearly you are oblivious and didn’t catch them!” Wilbur said as he started walking again.

“Hey! I’m not that oblivious. Only when it comes to flirting. I suck at it.” You said.

“Yeah you do.” Wilbur agreed as you slapped his shoulder.

“You aren’t supposed to agree dumbass!”

“What?! you are!” He exclaimed.

You grabbed his hand and linked it with yours. “Well maybe you have to teach me?” You said, looking up at him.

“Gladly darling. My place after dinner?” Wilbur asked, a smirk on his face as you walked to the car.

“Oh absolutely.” You looked up at Will as you both stopped in front of the car. You went on your tip toes and pulled Wilbur into another kiss.

“Ok, nope. Not here and definitely not now! I just got over my trauma!” Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur scoffed at him as he hit the back of the younger boys head.

Jack came over to the two of you after Tommy got in the car. “He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s happy for you both. He was rooting for you since the day Wilbur told him he fancied you. Stubborn child that one is.” Jack concluded getting into his side of the car.

“Ok, once we get to your apartment we are cuddling and watching movies. No getting out of it.” You told Wilbur as you walked to your side of the car.

“I couldn’t try to even if I wanted to love.” He told you before getting in.

You truly did love him with all your heart. Or as Arctic Monkeys say:

“In other words, until the end of time”

taglist: @deadphantomsociety

[stinkysam]

Trafalgar Law - It's a date !

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : MR takes Law on “scouting mission” to check on Kaido status but it actually ends up being a date which Law is against since they are in hiding. But Law gives in and goes with the idea of the date and actually ends up having a good time and Law out of nowhere asks MR to marry him.

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

It was the perfect plan. You arrived in Wano safely and no one knew who you were so you decided a little date wouldn't hurt.

But knowing Law, you knew it wouldn't be that easy to just invite him. You'd have to trick him.

So you thought of a little mission to do with him ; to check on Kaido to learn about what he knew and if he was aware of you and Luffy's possible arrival.

Law wasn't that into it. He knew they had been discreet enough and that Kaido didn't know they were here but he still agreed in the end. It couldn't hurt to check and make sure.

So here you were, in hiding near Kaido's lair. Law took it seriously, discreetly moving from a corner to another while you followed him more nonchalantly.

"[Name], take this seriously. You're the one who proposed it."

"Actually I envisioned it more like a date."

"A what ? A date ? Why would we go on a date ?"

"Because we're dating."

Law said nothing. You had a point, but still. It was not the time for a date.

"Come on, they're all busy working, they're not paying any attention to us."

"No."

"What if we walked back a bit, then ?"

"...Alright." He agreed, still unsure.

Despite his first hesitation, Law quickly relaxed and enjoyed his time with you.

"I won't say this was a good idea."

"But you think it."

"No."

"Would you change your mind if we go to a restaurant ?"

Law thought for a second. You weren't really here on a mission so… why not.

"Okay but we stay discreet."

And with these words you walked back toward the city to find a small restaurant for you two to eat.

"Shall we eat here ?" You ask, pointing to the first restaurant you see.

"No, they only have seafood."

"What about this one ?"

"The lights are dim and there's not a lot of people… alright." He said as you grabbed his hands and got in, asking for a table for two in a corner of the restaurant. You couldn't see the faint blush traveling his face under the big mask he wore.

You sat at the table and began your order before having it served for you to eat.

Law slowly set his mask aside. It felt weird to eat in a restaurant. He hasn't done it in a while.

You were completely in your element, eating to your heart's content what you had ordered. You looked so happy like this, so relaxed.

"Hey, marry me."

"What ?"

"...Marry me."

"Sure. If you marry me in return too !"

Law scoffed, amused "This is not how this works. But… yes, of course."

You smiled at him, mouth full of food as you continued to eat. Your feet resting next to his.

You walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and Law was glad something was hiding his face.

He refused to take it off even once back to the crew, not wanting anyone to see his pleased smile.

[spideyharrington]

Deadly Favors

summary: (tried to do g/n!reader) theseus asks you to help in the fight against grindelwald. inspired by this request, “omg so you do write for theseus? ive been looking for someone who did it for ages.can i request a one shot too? however your imagination goes its fine as long as its set in sod thank you if youll do it ❤️”

warnings: MINOR SOD SPOILERS (a brief scene from the movie. shouldn’t give anything away though really. it’d just tell you that one small thing happens), kinda angst but i did not make it very long at all lol, hurt y/n but nothing very detailed, theseus being hard on himself, trying to push y/n away, fluff ending i promise

A/N: i hope the anon who requested this likes where i took it. and i hope anyone else reading enjoys as well :)

also why have both my Theseus fics so far been like my longest fics 😵‍💫

word count: 2k

Newt had already gotten a small crew together to help in their big plan against Grindelwald, but Theseus had one more person up his sleeve. Of course Newt talked it over with Dumbledore and he agreed that the more people they have, the better.

To say you were surprised when Theseus knocked at your door was a massive understatement. You two got along the best out of anyone else at the ministry but you never saw each other outside of work. It actually concerned you to see him at your door.

“Theseus? Is everything okay? Why are you here?” You tried not to nervously ramble out questions, but failed miserably.

Theseus almost changed his mind right then and there. He didn’t wanna drag you into this, but he knew how helpful your powers would be, “I need your help,” you’d never seen this look on him before. It looked… Desperate and almost sad? Like he didn’t want to be asking you for a favor.

After a long explanation of the plan, you agreed to help. Anything to take Grindelwald down. And who are you kidding, you could never say no to Theseus.

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Theseus took you to meet the rest of the group, everyone was so lovely and welcoming. You even got a hug from Newt that threw you off, but made you smile. Theseus did say his brother was a hugger.

After chatting for a bit, Queenie made food for everyone and you all sat at her dining table. You sat next to Theseus, across from Queenie and, for some reason you couldn’t think of, she stared at you an awful lot the entire time.

A few days later, it was time for the biggest part of the plan. There were several identical cases to Newt’s and no one knew which one was the real one. Including Newt himself. The plan was to throw off any of Grindelwald’s fanatics that would be guarding where you were trying to get to.

Thanks to your powers, essentially a very extreme empath, you could tell everyone was a bit nervous, especially Newt. Poor boy was terrified of being away from his creatures, and the simple thought of losing that case made his blood run cold. You walked over to him to give him a hug and whisper reassuring things to him before you grabbed your case and apparated away.

Theseus followed very shortly, squeezing his brothers shoulder and wishing everyone else good luck. Once he arrived, he instantly wanted to look for you. He knew he couldn’t, it wasn’t his task. But he couldn’t help that you were the main thing on his mind. He was so scared that you had the real case and something would happen to you. Then it would be his fault for even dragging you into this in the first place.

You went towards your destination, you had already taken out some goons but more were on the way. You tried your damndest to fend them all off and protect that case with your life, but you were simply outnumbered. They were winning. They had shot you against a brick wall, and just as you were starting to pass out, you could’ve sworn you heard Theseus saying your name. But maybe it was your brain trying to comfort you as you passed out.

Theseus continued to his destination, while also trying to find you along the way, but when he did he started to fill with adrenaline. Adrenaline from both fear and anger. He saw you, possibly passed out, against a wall, still managing to clutch the briefcase. He quickly took out the rest of Grindelwald’s guard dogs, as he liked to call them, and ran over to you.

“Y/N? Y/N! Y/N come on. Wake up. Please we need you. Merlin’s sake, I need you. Come on…”

You slowly opened your eyes, “Theseus? Is that actually you or am I in fact dead?” You half joked.

Theseus didn’t laugh, “I’m here. I’m so sorry I-“

“Theseus. Please spare me the apologies. You didn’t do this, they did.”

“But I’m the one who-“

“Look, I’m alright.”

“If you’re alright, then why are you trying to hide the pained expression on your face?”

“It’s not from any injuries, it’s the intense pain I’m getting from you.”

He looked at you confused.

“You feel so guilty and it’s radiating extremely powerfully. This is probably the strongest feeling I’ve ever gotten off of anyone before. Even Newt’s separation from the case didn’t feel this strong. You have to stop always blaming yourself for everything yknow? Not everything or everyone is your responsibility, Thees.”

The nickname visibly calmed him down a bit, but he didn’t say anything. He just helped you stand up and you both went to your destination together, fighting off goons on the way.

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After the showdown with Grindelwald, you hadn’t heard from Theseus in two months. You knew exactly why, and you tried to reach him. But of course you couldn’t and of course he was never home and be hadn’t been coming into the office. He was likely using up years worth of sick days he never needed. You began to worry you’d never see him again.

Theseus was staying Queenie and Jacob for a bit. If there was one thing he was good at, it was being too hard on himself and taking too much responsibility for things he was barely in control of. Queenie had had enough of him ignoring his other feelings, however.

“Alright, sweetie, you know I love having you here, I really do enjoy your company, but you gotta go,” Theseus looked up, wide eyed and brows raised in shock and confusion at how sudden this was, “you cant ignore Y/N forever you know? You gotta go back and confess at some point.”

“Confess? What do you mean confe-“

“You know I can read minds. Don’t play stupid with me. Usually your kind, brits, are hard for me to read but your thoughts about Y/N are so loud it’s impossible to miss them. And there’s a lot of them in there,” she pointed to his head.

He sat silent for a few seconds, “I messed up,” he admitted looking at the floor.

“How do you believe you messed up? By ignoring your love for so long?”

“No. By not staying out of Y/N’s personal life completely. I should’ve never asked-“

“No, see, you did what you had to honey. You knew that we needed everyone we could get. You weren’t the one who hurt Y/N. Until now. Now you definitely are,” before Theseus could respond and pretend to be confused she added, “Y/N’s in love with you hun. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. I didn’t even have to read the thoughts. All the signs were right there.”

Theseus turned a bit red. He knew she was right it’s just… He couldn’t get out of his brain that yelled at him to stay away from you.

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Two more months went by and Theseus had finally returned. You learned that he stayed with Queenie and Jacob before staying with Newt for the next couple months. You tried not to be excited at him coming back, but you couldn’t help it. That is, until you saw him and he looked right at you before turning away and waking in the other direction. You swear could still feel the guilt from the other side of the building.

You couldn’t take it anymore after about half an hour and you walked, very determined, to his office. You didn’t even bother knocking, you just walked right in. And clearly caught him off guard.

“Y/N please leave. I have a lot to catch up and I don’t need another lecture right now.”

Completely ignoring his request, you walked up him and grabbed his hand, stopping it from fidgeting with the pen he held. He looked down into your eyes and you felt the battle between comfort and guilt in his head.

“You can’t keep ignoring me, Scamander,” you only called him by his last name when you desperately needed him to pay attention to you, “do you even realize that this hurts so much worse than the mild concussion I had from Grindelwald’s men?” You searched his eyes for an answer, “really? Are you… Giving me the silent treatment? You realize you’re the one that fucked up and not me right? And no I don’t mean for asking me to help in the fight. I meant with what you did, and what you’re still doing now.”

His eyes began to water ever to slightly, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t for the sudden wave of extreme sadness you felt. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around him. Holding him in a tight embrace. To your surprise, he held you back, rather tightly.

“I’m so sorry. I just- I cant…”

“Get out of your head? Trust me I know. One of my favorite things about you is how much you care. But sometimes you care too much and you put too much pressure on yourself. Shit happens. Shit you cant control. And that’s ok. And even if it is something you can control,” you pulled away to hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, “it’s ok. We all fuck up. But everyone moves on eventually. And look at me, I’m perfectly fine. The fight was won. I got to help, and my injury didn’t last long at all. Everything is ok,” you whispered the last part, moving a rogue curl out of the way of his eye.

“I know you’re alright now, but I should’ve never asked you for such a deadly favor. What if it had been worse? What if you…”

“But I didn’t. Don’t focus on the what ifs. That’s never helped anyone. Focus on the present and what did happen. Sure, it wasn’t perfect and it could’ve been so much worse, but that’s the bright side of what happened. It could’ve been worse, but it wasn’t. We got a pretty good ending don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” he said so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“Why would you say that?” You furrowed your brows and searched his eyes again, you were getting a string feeling from him but it was something you’ve never felt before. You had no clue what it was.

“Well, I think the ideal perfect ending is when the guy gets to kiss the person he’s certain is the love of his life,” his eyes fell to your lips, before meeting your gaze again.

Your face went red and you fell silent, in shock quite honestly, but then you finally said, “well who’s stopping him,” it was your turn to glance at his lips.

He smirked at your response before caressing your cheek with one hand and bonding the back of your neck with his other. He stared into your eyes for what felt like hours. Then it finally happened. He brought his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, only breaking apart from you so you could both breathe.

“Wow,” you breathed, “took you long enough,” You grinned and he shook his head, starting to pull away completely before grabbed him by his tie, pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Maybe you should ask me for ‘deadly favors’ more often. But maybe skip the whole ignoring me afterwards thing?” You softly laughed, realizing it may be too soon.

Luckily he laughed as well, shaking his head once more, “not a chance. You’ll just have to barge into my office more often,” he winked and it was your turn to shake your head at his ridiculousness.

[spideyobsessed]

The “Friendship” Test | T.H

tom holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: You and Tom take Glamour’s friendship test

“Hey guys! I’m Y/n L/n.” Tom jokes to start off the video.

You’re a bit thrown by what he says, but you’re quick to recover.

“And I’m Sir Thomas Stanley Holland.” You joke as well in the worst possible British accent.

“Wow, my government name? Really?” Tom can’t help but laugh.

“And today, we are going to be taking the friendship test.” You chuckle along with him while finishing the introduction.

Exercise One

“For three bloody minutes?! How the hell are we supposed to do that?” Tom exclaims once the crew explains what the first exercise of the friendship test is.

You dramatically place a hand over your heart, “It won’t kill you to look into my eyes for three minutes!”

A split second of genuine fear flashes across the brit’s face. “No no no! That’s not what I meant! I was just wondering how we are going to keep our eyes open for three whole minutes.”

You drop the act and bust out with a loud cackle. “Tom, I’m pretty sure we can blink.” You wipe a tear of laughter that slipped from your eye and look towards the crew, “Right?”

“Yes, you can blink. Face each other and we’ll start the time.”

The two of you do as they say and face one another, officially starting the three minutes.

You almost immediately come to realize how difficult this might actually be. You try suppressing the smile that’s plastered on your face, but it’s no use. Meanwhile, Tom’s cheeks are already turning a light shade of pink.

A minute goes by.

“Damn, this is hard.” Tom says exactly what you’re thinking.

You nod in agreement and let out a small snicker.

“You have pretty eyes though.” You compliment him, hoping it’ll make the tension die down.

“I really don’t, but you have a pretty face.” He compliments right back.

The tension is here to stay.

“You’re not wrong.” You chuckle, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, confident too!” He teases with a wink that sends flutters through your chest and stomach.

Tom flirting around with you is something that you have grown accustomed to. It always has the same affect on you. However, there’s just something about the blinding white lights, an entire set crew, and the multiple cameras pointed right at your face that amplifies the bashfulness he makes you feel.

Being the stubborn person you are, there’s no way you’re going to let it show. You play along, “I have to be as confident as possible if I’m going to be standing next to all of this.”

You take a slight step forward and brush your fingertips against his muscular bicep.

The two of you begin to die laughing, but never once breaking the, now soothing, eye contact.

“And that’s time.” You hear a voice call from beyond the cameras. “How was that guys?”

You and Tom face the front again as he takes the lead, “It was actually very difficult at first! I don’t know if I’ve ever stared directly into her eyes for that long, but I quite enjoyed it.”

“I agree! It’s a very intimate act and it’s very awkward to do for so long while being filmed, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You add on to Tom’s statement before the producers move on.

Exercise Two

“This one is going to be easy.” “Too easy!” You and Tom scoff upon hearing the second exercise..

Complimenting each other.

“I literally compliment her like ten times a day.” Tom says as he’s being handed a pen and notebook.

You grin at his words. He’s being 100% truthful about that. There has not been a single time the pair of you were in the same room and Tom failed to compliment you. Even if it was in a subtle way, you always noticed.

“I get a compliment once a month, but that’s okay I suppose.” He looks at the camera and shrugs, resulting in you smacking his arm with your notepad.

“That is a total lie.” You roll your eyes and start to write down your compliments.

Tom looks back at the camera when you’re distracted and silently mouths the words, “It’s true.”

A couple of minutes go by as you and Tom write when finally, “Okay guys, face one another and read the compliments out loud.”

You both follow the instructions.

You let out a deep breath and look at Tom. “I’ll go first.”

He doesn’t protest and let’s you take the stage.

You straighten your posture and clear your throat, “Thomas...” You glance up from your notepad and make eye contact with your favorite costar. A snort escapes from you, causing Tom to crack up as well.

“Okay okay seriously.” You clear your throat once more and start over.

“I admire the way you can completely light up a room all on your own. I’ve never met anyone as charismatic and sweet as you. I also admire your many, many abilities. The talent you have is incredible and I’m so lucky that I get to experience it firsthand. You inspire me to be better, both as an actress and as a person. You are definitely someone I want in my life forever.” You read off of the piece of paper while nervously rocking back and forth on your feet.

You finally look up at Tom, who is standing there with a tight lipped smile and teary eyes. You almost forgot how much of a softie he is.

“My turn?” He asks so quietly, you’ll be surprised if the mic picked up his voice.

“Umm...” You hum. You take another quick glance at your paper before saying, “One more thing. I really really like your curls. Stop slicking them down pretty please.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle as a tear manages to slip down his face.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you made him tear up, you quietly step closer to him and gently wipe his cheek with your thumb. A warm smile on both of your faces.

“Your turn.”

He sniffles and locks eyes with you. “Darling, if anyone is lucky around here, it’s me. From working on set to late night ice cream runs to chatting on the phone for hours on end, you are someone I can wholeheartedly call my best friend.”

Tom turns his head towards the main camera, “Sorry Haz.” You let out a chuckle as he continues.

“If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would never doubt yourself again. Your acting abilities are beyond this planet, and I have so much I could learn from you. You’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I guess you’re pretty funny sometimes. Being around you is a blessing. You are one of a kind, Y/n L/n. I hope you never forget that.” He finally finishes.

You release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. From the second he started speaking, you realized he never once looked at his card. He’s an amazing actor so memorizing lines is second nature to him, but you don’t think he just repeated what he wrote on paper. The words he was speaking were coming from his heart.

You feel that your face is wet, telling you that you are absolutely crying right now. Remembering you’re on camera, you look at the set crew. “Phew, I’m glad I went first. I wouldn’t have topped that.”

The crew chuckles along with you and Tom, some of them have tears in their eyes as well. You fan your face, trying not to ruin your makeup.

Tom reaches over and rubs a few small circles on your back. While someone collects your pens and notepads, Tom leans down right next to your ear. “You even look beautiful when you’re crying.” He whispers for only you to hear.

You smile at him and whisper a small, “Thank you.” Your hand makes its way to his and you give him a slight squeeze. He returns the gesture before quickly leaning down and pecking your cheek.

“You two seem to be incredibly close with one another.” You hear the female producer say.

Tom takes the lead for a second time as you recollect yourself. “That is correct, we’ve always been very close. We met at the Emmy Awards after party and clicked immediately. Then we eventually got to be in a film together. And then another film and another film and we even get to be love interests in our new film, Spider-man: Far From Home, in theaters now.” He slips in a shameless movie promo.

He chuckles lightly at his behavior before continuing, “But yeah, Y/n has always been a person I enjoy being around. We’ve always been close.”

“Is it like a brother/sister type of relationship?” Another producer asks.

“Oh god, no.” You suddenly chime in, receiving a roar of laughter from everyone.

“I don’t think your brother or sister is someone you kiss on camera everyday, but I have to agree with Tom. I don’t really know why, but we’ve always been drawn to one another. And luckily, you can see the depth of our chemistry on the big screen. I’m genuinely very thankful for him.”

Exercise Three

“This last one is pretty quick and simple. You guys will be trust falling.”

“Oh no.” Tom groans.

You snap your head towards him and let out a gasp. “What is that supposed to mean?” You cry.

“It means I’m about to smack onto the ground!” He laughs and begins to study the floor beneath him.

“Well then I guess we fail the test because Tom doesn’t trust me.” You speak to the camera in front of you.

“I do trust you! I just don’t trust your strength.” He explains as he pokes your arm.

You swat his hand away. “Zero faith! I got it!” You whine.

“Okay love, you got it.” He agrees with you, only to once again turn to the camera when you aren’t looking and shakes his head no.

You get in position and make an X over your chest with your arms. From behind you, you hear a loud clap and your costar’s hands rubbing together.

“You better catch me, Tom.” You warn, side eyeing him.

“Look who’s having trust issues now! C’mon, Y/n, I’m Spider-man” He brags, flashing a charming smile at the camera.

“You are absolutely right! What was I thinking?” and with that, you close your eyes and let your body start falling towards the earth.

A bit thrown by how easily you gave in, Tom let’s out a loud gasp before thrusting himself forward. You feel a drop in your stomach similar to the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. Because of how quickly it all happened, it was a seriously close call.

You open your eyes to find yourself about a foot above the ground, Tom in a very low lunging position. Every person in the room has wide eyes and dropped jaws.

You smirk, “Thanks Spidey.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Get up!” Tom grunts, the combination of holding you up and squatting incredibly low to the ground already taking a toll on him.

You chuckle before helping Tom get you back on your feet. “That was so fun! I wanna do it again.”

With your arms outstretched to the sides, you let yourself fall back again. After only a few milliseconds of falling, you feel the impact on your back hitting Tom’s chest. “Y/n, you’re psycho. Don’t do that when I’m not ready!” Tom says in a semi serious tone.

“Oh my god, I’m okay! I trust your Peter tingle.” You laugh at your own joke as you switch positions, Tom now in front of you.

Ignoring your comment, Tom prepares for his trust fall. “Are you sure you can handle my weight?” He asks once more.

“Duh. You just bought yourself a ticket to the gun show, baby.” You flex your biceps to the camera. There’s barely anything there, but the truth is you don’t actually know if you can carry Tom. Luckily, ‘fake it til you make it’ is basically your life motto.

Tom chuckles warmly at the sight of you being silly for the camera. The two of you make eye contact again. For some reason, it feels more intense than it did about 10 minutes ago during the first exercise. You slowly lower your arm and reciprocate his smile.

‘Shoot, we’re still on camera.’ You thought to yourself.

You recover by saying, “Want me to count you down?”

Tom answers by wordlessly nodding his head and turning his back towards you. “I trust you.” He says sincerely.

The smile returns to your face when you hear those three little words. You begin to count, “Three...two...one!”

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You laugh loudly from your bed while you watch your Glamour video. It’s been two weeks since you and Tom filmed this, and it was just uploaded earlier today.

After you counted down, Tom let his body go and started to descend to the floor. It would’ve gone great, if he fell the right way.

You laugh to yourself again as you watch the brunette boy fall forward instead of backward. You remember every detail of this like it was yesterday.

Momentary shock courses through your body before instinct kicks in. You manage to grab a handful of Tom’s shirt with one hand and firmly grasp his upper arm with your other hand.

However, just as you suspected, you were unable to carry his weight. At least not while he was hurdling forward!

You strain every muscle in your arms, legs, and core, but it was useless. The two of you slightly shift to the side before you both crash onto the floor. You both groan, but soon begin to laugh uncontrollably. Then you groan some more.

“What are you laughing about in here?” You hear a voice coming from the bathroom connected to your room.

You look up to see your boyfriend wrapped in a white towel hanging from his hips. His hair is soaked, droplets of water dripping down his face and bare chest. The steam from behind him only adding to the effect.

He never fails to leave you speechless. A low chuckle leaves his lips, knowing full and well what he’s doing to you. Finally, you snap out of it and answer his question.

“I’m watching the Glamour video we filmed a couple of weeks ago. You’re such an idiot, Tom. I can’t believe you let yourself fall the wrong way!” You snicker, replaying that part of the video.

Tom sits next to you on the bed, watching and laughing along with you. “You still caught me!”

“But we ended up on the ground.” You look up at him and to no surprise, he’s already looking at you.

“But you still caught me.” Tom says slower this time, leaning down and connecting his lips with yours. The taste of minty toothpaste dances on your tongue as you kiss him back.

“I’m happy I fell for you.” He says.

You can feel your cheeks heating up, so your first instinct is to deflect. “Yuck, you’re so cheesy!”

“True, but don’t forget you fell for me too, darling.” Tom brags and places a quick kiss on your temple.

You close your laptop and turn to fully face him. “Do you think people will be able to tell we were already dating when we took this, uh, friendship test?”

“Without a doubt in my mind.” He says bluntly. “I can just see the tweets now.”

You both chuckle, knowing your little year long secret is most likely coming to an end soon. You know Tom doesn’t mind though. Surprisingly, he wanted to be exclusive from the start. You just weren’t there yet.

Although it’s something you’ve worried about for months, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal anymore. The love you have for Tom has officially outgrown the fear of ridicule and judgement.

“Good.” You affirm. “I think it’s about time we show the world how much we love each other.”

Now it’s your turn to initiate a breathtaking kiss. The two of you let this go on for about three minutes (ironically) before you pull away. “I’m gonna take a shower, baby.”

Tom scoffs, “Without me?!”

“You just took one!” You laugh and shake your head at your boyfriends usual antics.

“Well I actually might’ve missed a few spots on my back, and I could really use your help. Plus, it would save some water! This is such a good idea, Y/n. I’ll race you there!” He pushes out in one breath before retreating back into the steamy bathroom.

The corners of your lips curve into a wide grin. You can’t believe this is your life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

At the sound of the shower nozzle turning, you quickly rip the covers off of your legs before fast walking towards the bathroom.

“You better not have used all of my favorite body wash, Tom!”

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Here’s the Tom Holland one shot as promised! This is just a small filler since I haven’t quite gotten the chance to write chapter 2 of Before It’s Too Late.

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: WMD

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“The fleet has entered high anchor Admiral Bancroft.”

Bancroft nodded to his second in command but gave no other response as he looked out the window.

Things seemed so peaceful when he looked out the window into the void. The light of a thousand stars shinning back at him in silence, possibly the only true silence he had ever known his entire life. He would come here to his personal quarters, away from the chaotic noise of the command deck or the hallways of his ship filled with the echoes of machinery a dozen decks below. Here he could calm his mind and collect his thoughts; and for what was to come he was in dire need of a calm mind.

“Get me weapons control.”

A small display appeared on the window Bancroft was looking out of. The image was hazy for a few moments before it came into focus and a person came into view.

“Weapons control here, sir.”

“Mr. Milton is the weapon ready for deployment?” Bancroft asked.

From the display Milton turned and spoke to someone off screen for a moment before replying.

“We have loaded the weapon into launcher three and technicians are making their final checks now.”

Bancroft was about to acknowledge the report when he noticed Mr. Milton was acting strangely. His long years of service aboard the Cairo had given him insight into reading his crew and officers. He could tell that Milton had something more he wished to say, but was holding his tongue out of duty.

“Do you have something more to add, Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked. “You may speak freely.”

“Sir,” Milton began uneasily, “it’s about the weapon.”

“You have concerns about it?”

Milton looked around again as if making sure no one could overhear him before continuing to speak with his captain. “I’ve managed every weapon on this ship for the last two decades; but this Nano bomb, something doesn’t feel right about it.”

“I’m afraid wars are not won with feelings, Mr. Milton.” Bancroft replied, but Milton shook his head.

“I’ve inspected every weapon ever used on this ship, but these technicians that brought the nano bomb aboard won’t even let me within ten feet of the damn thing without threatening to break my legs.”

“It’s a prototype, Mr. Milton;” Bancroft said while rubbing the bridge of his nose, “you know how these science types get when they play with their latest toy.”

“We’re not talking about a fancy laser pointer or a copier that prints food.” Mr. Milton retorted.

Bancroft’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Mr. Milton.” He said. He allowed his crew some leniency with how they addressed him but he would not tolerate insubordination.

Realizing he was close to overstepping himself Milton paused to collect his thoughts.

“Apologies sir,” he began, his eyes looking at the floor for a moment as if ashamed of his actions, “I am just worried what might happen to the ship and the fleet when this thing goes off and we’re right next to ground zero.”

Hearing this Bancroft couldn’t help but agree.

The war department had given him this new bomb to deploy when he had set out with his fleet for the final battle against the Ken’dar, but they had given little in details about what it would actually do. They had demanded a portion of his ship be sectioned off for its storage and support team to handle during transition and during the entire trip to the Ken’dar homeworld the technicians supervising the device had not once set foot outside of their area.

When the remnants of the Ken’dar fleet had made a final stand against the human fleet the first communication from the technicians was made ordering the admiral to keep the Cairo away from the fighting. Bancroft had been incensed to be ordered around on his own flagship by outsiders, but they had the mandate from the central government so he held the Cairo back.

Now it was time to deploy the weapon and still he knew nothing of its intent. He shared the concerns Mr. Milton had, but he knew that there were some things better left unknown.

“Your concerns are noted, Mr. Milton.” Bancroft replied, turning back to his second in command who was still waiting behind him. “Tolland, order the rest of the fleet to break orbit and move further out; we shall remain at high anchor until the weapon is deployed and then withdraw as well.”

“Understood,” Tolland replied immediately, “but our orders from the technicians were to hold high anchor until they finished gathering the weapons data.”

Bancroft turned to face Tolland. “They may have oversight of their latest death machine, but I still command this fleet and I say when and where it goes.”

He took several steps closer to Tolland who straightened up further until Bancroft was right in front of him.

“If they have a problem with my orders you may show them to the nearest shuttle pod and have them sent down to the surface; we can pick them up afterwards.”

Needing no more instruction, Tolland saluted and left the room to issue the new orders. When Bancroft turned back to the window he could see the fleet breaking high anchor and following his instructions.

“Will that satisfy you Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked as he resumed his spot at the window.

“Aye, sir.” Milton responded.

“Then deploy the weapon.”

The display went out leaving Bancroft looking at the planet below. Several minutes passed before a streak of pure light shot out from his ship and began making its way to the surface.

Bancroft watched the light continue its rapid descent until he heard the door to the room open once more as Tolland returned.

“The ship will begin maneuvering away from the planet as you commanded sir.” Tolland said as he took up his position behind him. “The technicians were upset but relented once I showed them to the nearest airlock.”

This brought a smile to Bancroft’s face. “Well done Tolland.”

Nodding his thanks, Tolland continued “They appear to have hacked into the planets security system and are monitoring the results now; would you care to observe as well?”

Bancroft tilted his head in acknowledgment and a projection of the capital city appeared before him. The camera appeared to be part of a road network system for monitoring traffic. As he watched he could see Ken’darians pulling over to the side of the road and looking up. Though he could never fully read their alien expressions, he knew the look of pure terror all too well.

The camera slowly panned up from the city streets and the trail of the weapon came into full view.

Coming down at near impossible speeds, the rocket impacted the tallest building in the city with a thunderous impact. Bancroft closed his eyes expecting a blinding light from the explosion, but to his surprise nothing came.

He opened to see the top of the building had crumbled like cardboard from the impact, but otherwise the city was intact. He saw the Ken’darian citizens began looking amongst themselves in equal surprise as if the notion of their continued existence was something they had not counted on.

“Mr. Milton,” Bancroft spoke as his face returned once again on a separate projection, “have the technicians reported a failure with the weapon?”

Milton shook his head. “They are telling me that the weapon is working as intended.”

“Working?” Bancroft inquired. He was going to ask for an elaboration when Tolland coughed and drew his attention back to the security feed.

When he looked back he saw that the top of the impacted building was shifting and seemingly moving. Large pools of a grey material were dripping down the sides of the building like pools of sludge while the top of the building began to melt away.

“What am I looking at Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked, sure that his weapons officer was also monitoring the feed.

“By the seven heavens of Astrid….” Milton spoke softly, entranced by what he was seeing.

“Mr. Milton, report.” Bancroft repeated, this time infused with more authority. This snapped Milton back to the present and he gave his analysis.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but if I am seeing this right I would wager what we are looking at is a nano tech warhead.”

“I thought nano tech only had medicinal applications?” Tolland asked as he stepped forward and joined Bancroft at the screen.

Milton nodded. “It is, but it can just as easily be repurposed like anything else.”

The large puddles of nano tech finally consumed the entire building and smashed into the street like a great tidal wave. Ken’darians began screaming in fear as it spread out rapidly and began latching on to other buildings and filling up the entire length of the street.

“They must have turned off the built in safety features and told the machines to devour anything and replicate.” Milton said as he continued watching the display. “Plastics, metal, concrete-“

“Flesh.” Tolland cut in as the camera feed showed an unlucky Ken’darian failing to flee fast enough from the onrushing tide of nano machines. The pools of the machines flowed around their feet and to Bancroft’s horror the poor Ken’darian was being pulled into the pool. Their flesh being eaten away by hundreds of thousands of machines as they screamed, twisting and thrashing violently trying to escape only to further spread the machines on to their body.

Tolland looked away as the layers of skin were removed one after another and the raw muscles were exposed as the Ken’darian finally expired and sank beneath the grey blob.

“Jesus….” Milton muttered softly.

“I don’t think he would be much help right now Mr. Milton.” Tolland replied, turning away from display feeds.

The tidal wave of machines swept past the camera and Bancroft watched as the feed carried on for a few moments more before the machine was torn to pieces by the tiny machines.

“That explains why they were so paranoid about it onboard.” Bancroft replied dryly. “If an ounce of this had gotten free we’d have all been dead within an hour.”

Mr. Milton scoffed in agreement but said nothing else.

“How long do they plan to let these machines run wild?” Bancroft asked Milton.

“They did not give me a timeframe sir,” he replied, “but I imagine they will let these little buggers run wild until there is nothing left on the world.”

Bancroft stood in silence and looked out into space again, seeking the calm once more.

“Bring up another feed.” He asked quietly.

“You don’t need to watch this, admiral.” Tolland said. “There’s no need for you to see such destruction.”

To his surprised Bancroft shook his head. “I unleashed this; I will not look away from it.”

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT PHILLY

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

-

The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

-

[vicsuragi]

i don’t want this to happen in the show necessarily but oh do i think it’d be funny that if at the end of ofmd when ed and stede are matelotaged and the rest of the crew is still pirating it up, izzy ends up at spanish jackie’z and is upset that ed doesn’t need him anymore. he’s wallowing in self pity and he’s unsure what to do next and suddenly, there he is.

sure, he is still healing the wound he sustained when the cannon ball hit him (thankfully it missed all of the important bits!), but for all intents and purposes he’s functioning like normal. izzy is seething because goddammit, jack is still alive and kicking, which only gets worse when jack sits down at his table and orders a drink, ensuring he will be hanging around to bother izzy. jack starts on a rant about stede, how ed must have lost his mind falling for a fop like him, and izzy agrees deep down, but that anger doesn’t reach his lips like it used to. he tells jack as much, that he does still resent bonnet for aiding in izzy losing his closest friend, but he realizes that somewhere deep down in himself that he and ed hadn’t actually been friends in ages and all of his desperation to be ed’s favorite had been for naught.

the two drink, jack tells a few stories about what he got up to after the cannon ball got him, and izzy asks how many lives he must have left what with the mutinies, the stupid games he plays, the constant brushes with death. jack doesn’t know, he doesn’t like to think about dying. he insists that he’ll live forever, that if he was going to die he would have done it by now. maybe he even gets a little introspective for a rare moment in his life and says that even if he did die, it wouldn’t necessarily matter since nobody likes him. izzy feels something he hasn’t felt in ages - or, at least, he feels something that might not exactly be misplaced.

the night is winding down, so they decide they should saddle up and leave. izzy has a room at an inn just a little ways out, and jack insists on being chivalrous and walking him back (’yer just stumbling, is all, don’t want you to end up at the end of somebody’s sword just ‘cause you were at the wrong place, wrong time’). he doesn’t know why jack would do that for him, but he takes the company nonetheless. it’s better than being alone again.

jack doesn’t stop rambling the entire walk, something that’s actually kind of a comfort instead of a nuisance, and once they’re at the inn, he waves izzy off, saying they’ll probably run into each other again. it’s not like he actually cares, of course, but he asks where jack’s going, and he says he’s off to the next tavern that’s still serving, that the night’s not over yet.

he must not be thinking clearly when he asks if jack wants to stay the night. not for any buggery business, he makes that clear, just to ensure that he doesn’t get himself into any fights or drown in the water nearby trying to whip seagulls on the tide. he doesn’t respond at first, he watches izzy with glassy stare and tips his head to the side while he processes everything through the liquor-induced haze.

izzy crawls into his rented bed while jack’s body goes lax in a chair at his bedside, hand gripping his whip’s handle instinctively just like when they were on hornigold’s ship. he stays awake a while, watching to see if he’ll drop his grip or if he’ll get up and use that whip against izzy; that thought might even excite him a little bit. and yet, his hand never moves, and his eyes don’t open.

he awakes early in the morning, finding his room empty. izzy wonders if last night actually happened, if maybe he just got so drunk he imagined jack went back to the room with him, if he imagined that jack was even there to begin with. he goes out to the dock, he’s been going out and intending to look for a new captain for weeks now but simply ends up lingering by the shore, watching ships come in and go out before he heads back to spanish jackie’z. he starts to think he can’t go back on the ocean, that everything will remind him of edward and that once they exited each other’s life, it marked the end of whoever izzy knew himself to be.

he’s not surprised when he ends up back at spanish jackie’z, having made no attempt to get back out there. tomorrow, he’ll stop going out there. he’s been sailing so long that the sea has made him small, bitter, older than he has any right to be. he has no unfinished business out there, he doesn’t have anymore business out there period. but he has no idea what he’ll do if he’s not out plundering and looting and waiting to die in a fight or by an untreated wound he could no longer patch up himself. he can’t imagine a life of lounging, eating fruit that seems bountiful and endless, getting old and gray and not fearing the inevitable shutdown of his body because there’s someone else there to endure it with him.

izzy ends up finding work at spanish jackie’z when he can no longer pay his tab, but he doesn’t necessarily hate it. he has a superior who is curt with him when she needs to be, he always has something to do, and he can still spit orders at customers who are getting too out of hand. he’s adjusting well to his job at the tavern when he comes back.

jack is banged up again, he insists with a smirk that izzy would be sick if he saw the other guy, but quickly chokes some blood up onto the counter. izzy ends up reluctantly helping jack, thinking it’ll at least net him another favor in the future should he need it. while he’s being patched up on izzy’s bed, jack asks if he’s using up another life. izzy tells him to stop talking like that, that it’s just a little bleeding and some bruising, it’ll be just fine.

izzy feels like he’s receiving some divine intervention when jack ends up staying with him for a few weeks while he heals. he’s annoying, he’s gross, he keeps asking for stories about his fun times with blackbeard, but izzy doesn’t think he actually minds the company at the end of the day. he likes returning back to the inn and finding jack there instead of a cold, dark room, he likes sharing meals with him, he likes the feeling that he’s not alone in the world.

when jack is finally well enough to go out on his own again, izzy expects that it’ll be weeks, maybe even months before their paths cross again. but, jack proposes something to him - he asks if izzy wants to sail again.

of course, he has to think this over; he was just starting to get comfortable on land. he might have been starting to like the idea of living a safer life, enjoyed staying in the republic of pirates as a change of pace. he spent a majority of his life at sea, and the memories of ed were coming back hard and fast.

izzy tells jack as much, that if he has an out from piracy, he’ll take it. he calls him boring, asking why he’d want to give it all up just because he had a 9-5 now. izzy is baffled why everyone suddenly thinks piracy is fun, that always having to watch your back among your own men is enjoyable, that the constant threat of being captured and hanged by the british navy was just a fun quirk and not a genuine hazard of the job. he asks why jack wouldn’t take an out himself if one was presented to him.

so, jack asks right then and there if izzy has an out for him. he doesn’t say anything back. jack knows he’s a liability and a fuckup, that nobody willingly takes him on unless they don’t already know the consequences of letting him aboard their ship and into their lives. izzy is fully aware of those risks, and he still, for some stupid reason, thinks maybe having jack around wouldn’t be so bad.

he tells jack that he’d take him on here, on land, that it could be good for the both of them. izzy can tell jack is hesitant, that he’s also been away for so long that it doesn’t necessarily feel right to stay still like this. but, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they did.

maybe from there jack becomes a fisherman, somehow managing to successfully whip fish and sell them to the inns and taverns and visiting pirates, he’s still with the sea every day he’s just not out causing havoc on it. he comes back to the inn every night, finding izzy hissing as he cracks his aching shoulders and neck, and he settles down beside him reeking of fish guts and salty ocean air. they share a tiny room that feels spacious compared to cramped ship quarters and start to learn to move around each other, they bicker, they share the bed after an adjustment period, and they drink each other under the table when they can afford to feel like shit in the morning. it wasn’t exactly what izzy pictured, even less so jack, but it feels real to him, to them both. and all he could have ever wanted was something that was real and reciprocal.

[finelinevogue]

Can you do a concept where harry has a girlfriend who loves to read and she would always tells him about everything she reads and he would listen to her paitently and sometimes ask her to read to him just to hear her talk

yes of course! i'm a hoe for reading and books so this is my dream sort of situation! i'm making up a book by the way. here we go;

You had just finished your most recent chapter when Harry walked into the room.

He was back off tour for a while and he had decided to come home, because unfortunately someone in his crew had tested positive for covid. Harry hadn't been near this person and he was not going to be able to spend 10 days without you next to him, so he came straight home to you after doing lateral flow tests and PCR ones.

“Got the strawb—”

“Sshh!” You shushed Harry as he walked into the room with a plateful of chocolate coated strawberries, per your request, “Noah’s about to kiss Lily!” You squealed, giving your boyfriend once quick glance, before burying your nose back into your book.

You were reading a book recommended to you by thousands of Harry’s fans on Twitter, since they’d found your twitter account dedicated to reading and reviewing books. You would join BookTok, but you and Harry both agreed that TikTok hadn’t been good for your mental health and so had deleted within 3 weeks of downloading it. Harry’s fans were now a huge part of your twitter following and you trusted them with the book recommendations, seeing as you hadn’t read one you’d hated yet.

The current one you were reading was a childhood-best friends, to enemies, to lovers and you were so happy about that because it was in your top-5-favourite-book-tropes. Yes, you had a list - it’s actually more weird if you don’t. You’d been telling Harry all about this book ever since you’d started it and he was just as invested in it as you were, and he wasn’t even reading it properly.

“No way!” Harry exclaimed, putting down the strawberries and rushing to sit on the bed next to you. He leant his head against your shoulder and you rested your head on top of his, before you began explaining what had just happened.

“Right, so Noah just saw one of his best mates talk shit about Lily in front of her and he even shoved her—”

“Dickhead.” Harry inputted.

“—and so obviously Noah went over to do something about it, but ended up getting punched in the face by this supposed ‘best mate’ and got a bloody nose. Lily then goes to the bathroom to calm down, not expecting to lock herself in the same bathroom as Noah who’s already trying to clean the blood. She explains how Noah is cleaning it wrong and offers to help him and now they’re stood really close to one another and he keeps saying nice things and ugh they just have to kiss.”

“No, they need the tension to build up first in order for their first kiss to be proper worth it.” He explained, shaking his head in disagreement with your argument.

“Their first kiss will be worth it regardless. They’ve waited long enough for it.” You sighed, putting your finger in the book as a bookmark and just talking to Harry instead for a bit.

“Do you think we waited long enough?” Harry asked, sitting up and crawling across you so he was sat in between your star-fished out legs. You looked at him for the first time, properly, since he’d walked in the room and you smiled at just how beautiful he was. You couldn’t fault him at all, he was just every perfect ever.

“You kissed me after our third date, honey, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” You replied honestly, that first kiss still igniting fireworks inside your body.

Harry reached his hands forwards and you took his hands in yours. He smiled when your skin touched, the warm feeling so comforting and familiar. You linked your fingers with his and he pulled your arms so you were forced to fall over towards him. Your legs sat around his and you situated yourself in his lap, smiling when his hands snaked around your waist and under your t-shirt to touch your bare skin. You hummed at the touch of his skin to yours and laughed when he pinched your sides into a tickle.

“So you wouldn’t have wanted me to be more like Noah?” Harry asked, clearly insecure that he’d not given you the life of romance that you desired.

“Then you would’ve had to be my enemy?” You rhetorically questioned, moving your hands to the back of his neck to play with the soft curls there. Although Harry had cut his hair short, it was still fluffy enough to roll curls into it with your finger. You enjoyed playing with his hair to calm him down, but also to calm you down too.

“I can be you—”

“Honey,” you interrupted him before he could say anything he may not mean or later regret, “I love reading about romance and the different ways two characters can fall in love, but nothing is better than the romance story we made. I wanted nothing but you and I got that - I got you. Every detail was perfect and you, you were perfect. I love reading about stories like Noah’s and Lily’s, but it’ll never compare to ours. Our story is worth a million romance novels combined.”

“A million? Wow.” Harry spoke to himself, but you heard him enough to laugh at the fact that was the bit of information he picked up on.

“Just love you so much.” You spoke quietly, but Harry turned to see you as you whispered out the words. He smiled when he saw you slightly blush, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek and brush it softly.

“Times a million?” Harry teased, leaning in closer to you.

“No. Times a billion.” You smiled, before pressing your lips onto his and revelling in the sweet taste of his perfect lips. He was as sweet as sugar, but his kissing was as wild as the jungle. He loved putting all of his passion into your kisses, making sure he pressed his love completely into you. His lips melted with yours and you moved in-sync magically. You moaned when he bit your lip softly and he sighed when you caved in and pulled away.

“Hey!” He whined, leaning in to give you a quick peck, “I was enjoying that.” You laughed at him, leaning in to give him a little kiss to his button nose, before shifting yourself to the top of the bed again and picking up your book.

“Well let’s see if Noah and Lily can do better.”

“Really? You’re choosing the book over me?” Harry asked rhetorically, because yes that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You laughed, opening the page exactly where you’d left it and ready to divulge back into the chaos and heartbreak of your new favourite book.

“You owe me so many kisses for this.” Harry shifted himself up the bed and curled up so his head was resting in your lap, his body tucked into a foetus position and your hand running through his soft locks.

“As many as you want, my love.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his cheek and then began reading again, this time out loud so you and Harry could enjoy the novel together.