#and although i love these ships i wanted to get this day done and over with so that i could start thinking about what ill do for tomorrow

[aro4aro-t4t-gabv1el]

one true pairing? nah, i got two true pairings

(for the third prompt of ultratober, otp)

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hi! congrats for 700 followers!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 i love your fics and one shots <3

following the game… can i suggest Navy (ofc) Rabbit and if possible starfish too 🥺🥺🥺

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HI SORRY THIS TOOK A BILLION YEARS BUT GUESS WHAT IT'S DONE NOW :) thank you for your patience sweet friend

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Female Reader

Trope/Prompt: Friends to Lovers x Body Worship

Summary: Law finds out you've never had an orgasm. A doctor treats a patients ailments. You get the idea. MINORS DNI

WC: 3100 hehe

TWs: inexperienced reader, alcohol consuption, fingering, oral sex f receiving, power dynamic kinda, smooth talking Law, body worship and praise, pet names, ugh it's porn.

Climax (+18)

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Sure, the Heart Pirates weren’t the scariest or the biggest or the baddest pirate crew out there… but they were still pirates at the end of the day. The Heart Pirates could drink. Although Law himself didn’t indulge in as many rowdy evenings as the other members of his crew, he still enjoyed socializing with them. They were his crew, after all. 

This particular evening, Law found himself bored of his work and decided to venture out from his office and into the common areas of the ship. Law shuffled tiredly towards the sound of glasses clinking and slurred voices talking over each other. He almost decides to turn back to his bedroom and try to get some shut eye. His back ached, the twinge in his muscles pleading with him to go to sleep, but he hears something else. Your lilted giggle floats through the metal halls of the submarine and straight into his ears. He wanted to at least see you before he went to bed… something sweet to think about as he fell asleep… 

“Yeah, okay well you’re stupid, so.” You sip from your freshly cracked beer and roll your eyes at Shachi. 

“Wow! What a good insult, y/n! You’re so fucking creative!” Shachi jeers at you with a big fake smile on his face. “I set you up, and you lost! You have to finish your drink, I don’t care that you just opened a new one!” 

“Unless you want me to barf on your cards, probably not.” You chuckle. 

“And I have seen her throw up. It is NOT cute.” Ikkaku pipes up. Ikkaku leans in and whispers purposefully loudly to Penguin. “Shes a scream-puker.”

“Okay so, I am not a scream-puker!” You defend yourself. 

“Yeah, you are.”

Your head whips around towards the galley door. Law stands there leaning against the frame, looking exhausted, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. 

“Last time you had the flu I thought we were under attack and sounded the Tang’s defensive alarm.” Law says as he smirks at you. 

You pout and turn back to the table. 

“Okay that one time… and I was really sick, you know!” You huff. 

“Room for one more?” Law grabs a beer out of the fridge and sits down at the dining table without waiting for a response. 

“Of course, Captain!” Ikkaku chimes in. “We were just telling Shachi he has to finally tell that girl from the last island to stop calling him.” 

“She’s sooooo hot though! And she’s totally into me!” Shachi pleads his case. 

“We will never see her again!” You interject. 

“So? She doesn’t know that! And besides, the phone sex is better than nothing-” 

“You’re having phone sex? Here? On my ship?” Law immediately butts in and cocks his head in confusion. 

“… is that? Is that not cool? Did we have a rule about that or something?” Shachi questions. 

“No.. it’s just vile, Shachi.” Law shakes his head. 

“Hah! He thinks you’re fuckin’ gross!” Ikkaku points and laughs directly at Shachi who was making quite the face. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh whatever, I’ve been getting the best sleep of my life thanks to this! I’m like, almost twice as productive as I normally am!” He tries to build his case back up. 

“Why?” You ask, curious what those things had to do with each other. 

“What do you mean? Everyone knows how great the sleep is after you finish, am I wrong?” 

“You are correct there.” Penguin adds, sipping his beer. Ikkaku hums in agreement.

“Hah, okay. Wouldn’t know.” You add softly, secretly hoping no one would hear you. 

“What?” Ikkaku turns to you and asks. 

“Nothing it’s just that I… wouldn’t…? Know..?” Really pleading with your eyes for her to read between the lines and you wouldn’t have to say it out loud yourself. 

“Wait okay… you’ve never… had an orgasm?” Ikkaku’s eyes widen. 

“Correct.” You take a deep breath. “At least I don’t think I have.” You feign a laugh. 

“Oh you’d KNOW.” Shachi affirms from across the table, also staring at you with a bewildered expression. “Woah… that’s crazy. Are you a virgin or something?” He continues. 

“No!” You defend yourself. “The guys I’ve been with just suck, apparently. Can we stop talking about this?” You knit your eyebrows together and rub your eyes. 

“No way this is fascinating. How old are you? Twenty five? And you’ve never had an orgasm? Like never once? Even by yourself?” Ikkaku probes further. 

“Oooookay guys I never miss a good time to shut the fuck up, so I am going to head to bed!” You stand up from the table and straighten out your boiler suit. You were met with pleas and apologies from your crew mates, while your captain remained stoic during the entire exchange. You felt his eyes burning a hole through you as you left the galley. 

You swiftly make your way through the metal corridors of the ship towards your stateroom. You weren’t upset at your crew mates, it really was fascinating how you had made it this long in your life without feeling the peak of physical pleasure. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you had tried several times to pleasure yourself… and taken a small handful of lovers, none of whom could make you cum. 

You slip off your boiler suit and let it fall to the floor in an off-white heap. You pick out some grey pajamas, a thin camisole and matching shorts, throw it on and sit on your bed to brush out your hair. You untie your hair from the thick bun on your head and let it cascade down your bare shoulders. 

You had almost finished brushing our your locks when you notice the room has somehow changed… as if in the blink of an eye everything was sheathed in a faint blue glow. A familiar blue… 

“Wait no!” You could barely yelp out before you ass meets a different surface in an instant. “Ah!” You gasp and open your eyes to see that you’re no longer in your own bed, but in Law’s. You blink rapidly for a few moments to try and regain your surroundings. You catch your breath. 

You look up and see Law standing at the edge of his bed, looking at you with his shirt unbuttoned. Did he already have it unbuttoned when you were drinking… or did he take it off since then…? 

“Gods, Law.” You sigh and shake your head. “You can’t keep doing that to people. You could have just called my snail or something.” 

“Heard Shachi’s been keeping the line busy tonight.” Law looks down at your barely covered form on his bed. You push your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. He smirks. “So… is it true?” Law walks slowly around to the side of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. He was like an animal stalking its prey. 

“T-the orgasm thing?! T-thats what you brought me here to talk about?!” You could feel your cheeks flush bright red. You sink your head further behind your legs. “I-it’s really not a big deal…” You turn your eyes down to avoid his gaze. 

“You know, the human orgasm is really just a tool.” Law continues eyeing your body and ignoring what you had just said. “The reason it feels so good goes back to our earliest days of evolution. All living organisms, even plants, exist with one similar purpose in common. Do you know what that is, y/n?”

You pick your head up a bit from behind your knees. 

“T-to… n-not get eaten by a larger thing?” You sputter out.

“Reproduction.” Law answers his own question. “Every creature is designed with a primal need to create more of itself…” He paces towards his nightstand and back before taking his massive sword off his back and setting it against the bedpost. “The male orgasm is necessary for human reproduction, obviously. But the female orgasm…” He trails off and you look up and lock eyes. “Is it a bit more complicated…” 

“O-okay?”

“Some professionals say the spasming of the female reproductive organs during orgasm allows for easier penetration through the cervix for the ejaculate to pass through… and some say the female orgasm doesn’t even exist at all…” 

“Are you seriously doctor-ing me about this?!?” You finally find your voice a bit stronger in your throat. “I’ve lived this long without it and-“

“I however, y/n, don’t care what the purpose of it is. And I do know it exists. And I plan on giving you at least one this evening.” Law says as he sheds his button down off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Tattoos on full display, his chiseled abdominal muscles right at your eye level paired with the topic of conversation made you press your legs together even harder. 

“C-captain that is highly unnecessary and unprof-��� You try to protest shakily. 

“Nonsense.” Law steps so his thighs are against the edge of the bed. His right hand comes up to drag two fingers up your calf and rest his palm on your knee. He rubbed soft circles onto your knee with his thumb. “Now if you’re done being so stubborn, we can get started.” 

You leaned back on your elbows and blinked up at the man standing before you, your captain. You couldn’t believe this was really happening, but you were too stunned to question it. You trusted him with your life and more, why not let him try and help you?

“Alright.” You say softly, more to yourself than to Law. 

“Good. Now take your clothes off.” 

You cock your head back in surprise and your eyes widen. 

“Getting straight to it I guess…” You chuckle nervously. 

“We can go slower, if you’d like?” Law takes his hand off your leg, a genuine look of care in his grey eyes. 

“No no! I-it’s fine! I just didn’t, you know… like… well I wasn’t really planning for anyone to see me naked tonight is all!” You say awkwardly. 

“The only thing I care about tonight is pleasuring you. Will you let me?”

You don’t say anything in response, but you lift your thin grey camisole over your head and throw it to the floor. You didn’t look up to see Law’s response, you just shimmied your shorts down your legs and resumed your position laying on Law’s bed. 

Fully bare in front of your captain, you could feel your cheeks become hotter than they’ve ever been. 

“So what should-“ You begin.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Law interrupts. 

“S-sorry?” You question. 

“You are so fucking hot. So pretty.” Law was no longer staring into your eyes, but raking his gaze all over your naked body. “Spread your legs for me, yah?” Law asks, a bit more pleading than his normal demanding tone. It was like something shifted in him once you had taken your clothes off. He returns his hand to your knee, bringing his other hand as well this time to gently push your legs open to expose your sex to him. You hear him suck in a breath. 

Suddenly, Law pounces on you. You’re knocked back on the bed further and your head hits the mattress. Law chuckles playfully above you as he supports himself on his hands, black shaggy hair falling towards your face. 

“Hi.” He grins down at you. 

“H-hi..” You manage to smile back. Law leans down further and begins placing wet kisses along your neck, craning your head to the side almost involuntarily.  “O-oh okay.. t-that’s fine… AH!” You feel a cold hand pinch your left nipple.  

“So sensitive… this is going to be easy..” You feel Law’s mouth curve into a smile as he litters more kisses on you, this time across your collarbone. He moves his head lower and captures your right nipple in his soft lips and sucks gently. You let out a long sigh and throw your head back against the mattress further. Quiet gasps left your mouth as he worked your chest in his hands and tongue. 

Without fully realizing that Law’s hand had left your breast, you feel it cup your mound firmly without warning. You try to close your legs instinctively at the sudden contact. 

“Ah ah, no y/n. You’ve been hiding this pretty thing from me for too long.” Law says as he pulls back from your chest. He pressed his fingers against the top of your slit and started rubbing it in circles. “I promise it’ll feel so good.”  

Law leans up and places a gentle kiss on your parted mouth, you were too dazed to kiss him back just yet. He pulls away and settles himself on the floor on his knees in front of where you were laying. Strong arms hook under your knees and drag you swiftly so that your legs were hanging off the bed and your sex was mere inches from his hungry gaze and spit-slicked lips. 

“Even more fucking beautiful than I’d imagined…” Law says as he spreads your pussy with his thumb and forefinger, exposing your throbbing clit and dripping hole to him. “So eager and ready for me…” 

“Wait you imagi- SHIT!” You cry out as you feel Law’s hot tongue lap at your clit. It was so good, so thoughtful, so precise… he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh my god-“ You had never received better head and he was only just getting started… maybe he was going to fulfill his promise. He alternative between suckling at your sensitive pearl and taking wide swaths over your whole sex with his entire mouth, as if he was trying to drink up every last drop your pussy was offering him. 

“So sweet…” You could barely understand what Law was muttering about, he was so drunk off your essence that all you could really hear was pained moans and groans of “mmhmmpph” as he enjoyed your taste. Your back was arching off the bed and you grabbed at Law’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as you wanted to make sure he kept going. 

You moaned loudly as he slipped two fingers into your eager hole. He distracted you with harsh sucks to your clit as he crooked his fingers upwards inside of you. 

“Wait fuck!” You cry out, feeling a foreign sensation as Law pulled on that spot inside your walls. 

“Yeah there it is baby… there it is right there… let it happen…” Law cooed into your wetness as he continued to hammer into your sweet spot with his two fingers. He resumed his ministrations on your clit. 

“Law! I can’t!” You gasp as that warmth and pressure in your lower half grew stronger and tighter. 

“You can… get out of that pretty little head of yours, babe. Stop thinking and just let it go…” 

You try to center yourself and clear your mind, eliminating all thoughts except for the feeling of Law’s hands and mouth on you. It wasn’t hard to do, his presence took over your every sense entirely… the heady smell of his cedar cologne, the absolute determined and lust-filled look in his eyes that were peeking up at you from between your legs, and the overwhelming feeling of his mouth lapping up your juices with fervor. 

“I-I think… ah! Fuck!” Your shoulders lurch forward on their own, your walls starting to tighten sporadically around Law’s thick fingers. 

“You’re so close, pretty girl… just a little more… squeeze those tits for me, yah?” Law asks before returning his mouth to your throbbing nub. 

You do as you’re told and you wrap your manicured hands around your own breasts. You pull desperately at your nipples and cry out from the intense pleasure. 

“Law!” You moan your captain’s name as tears prick the corners of your eyes from the sensation. 

“Cum.” Law growls.

With a strangled scream, everything in your body released and your breath caught in your throat. Euphoric waves pulsed from your sex outwards and you felt the tears fall freely from your lash line as your legs shook. Your scream turned into a moan, and then fell into a whine as you suddenly felt too sensitive to have Law’s touch on you and you squirmed away. 

You caught your breath after what could have been 30 seconds or 5 minutes and take a look between your legs. Law stared up at you, face and bangs soaked in some sort of liquid… your liquid… and a stupid grin plastered across his face. 

“Holy fuck, I’m sorry I-“ You stutter out through heaving breaths. 

“Don’t.” Law stops you. “Don’t apologize. That was so fucking hot. Didn’t peg you for a squirter. Nice.” He rubs his hands on your thighs as he stands up. Your face flushes impossibly redder. “How do you feel?” Law asks. 

“I…” You flop your head back onto Law’s bed. “I feel like I got hit by a sea train but also incredibly light? My legs feel like pudding.” You sit back up on your elbows. “Law… captain… That was amazing…” You smile up at him. 

“Good.” Law looks down at the mess you’ve made between your legs and on his comforter. He looks down at his chest and sees even more remnants of your release. 

“How about we get cleaned up before bed and I can show you a few more things, yah? You’re staying with me tonight.” Law offers you a hand and you stand up on shaky legs to follow him to the bathroom. 

“Hmmm maybe this time it can be your turn?” You glance down at Law’s obvious bulge straining against his spotted jeans. “I owe you one, right?” You smirk. 

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>:)

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i love everything you do [10th doctor x reader - 18+]

It had all started off innocently enough...

Tags: fem!reader, smut, romantic smut, fluff, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), praise, lots of praise, the doctor has a praise kink, mild hair pulling (it's 10, i had to), a little bit of gentle biting, bed sharing

Word Count: ~1.4k

CWs/TWs: none, this is super fluffy and sweet :)

It had started off innocently enough. You and the Doctor had been flirting all day. Teasing banter, quick glances, hands brushing every now and again — nothing you hadn’t done a million times before.

The day had been miraculously tranquil. You’d gone and explored the ice caves on some distant planet with a name you couldn’t pronounce, and you two had shared a kiss as you watched the two suns set and the three moons rise over the horizon before climbing back into the TARDIS. 

Somehow, all the flirting and long conversations had escalated, much like they had on several occasions before, and you had ended up bent over the ship’s console with the Doctor’s hands tangled in your hair, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind. 

He pulled your hair, making you whine and arch your back into him, desperate for more. 

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? You’ve practically been begging for it all day, it’s adorable. Although, to be fair…” He snapped his hips forward, one hand moving down to grasp your waist. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”

You exhaled a laugh followed by a breathy moan. “Oh, c-come on, we did this last night, didn’t we? I haven’t — fuck! — kept you waiting that long, have I?” 

“Well, I suppose not, no,” he responded, sounding almost nonchalant despite being buried as deep in your cunt as he could possibly get. The hand that was clutching your waist wandered upward to toy with your breast. He groaned softly, his pace quickening. “Still, feels like ages when I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this again,” he sighed, pulling you closer so that your back was pressed against his torso, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your neck. 

“Such a romantic,” you teased. 

“Mmm, you like it when I get all romantic with you, though, don’t you?” It was a question he knew the answer to well, especially as you practically melted in his arms at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear. 

You craned your neck, trying to get close enough to kiss him the way you wanted to, but before you could, he quickly pulled out, turned you to face him, and thrust back into you before you could protest. You gazed up at him, eyes practically heart-shaped with adoration. 

“Kiss me,” you murmured, leaning upwards a bit. 

He met you halfway, his soft lips colliding with yours. You choked out a moan as his tongue brushed against your lips, then against your own tongue as you opened your mouth into the kiss, desperate for more of him. He ran his fingers through your hair, hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you and kissed you for what felt like an eternity, still fucking into you as deep as he could with every thrust.

Your orgasm hit you before you even realized you were close, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders and holding him close. He watched you as you came, drinking in every detail of your face, your voice, the way you moved. He grinned when you looked back at him, that same charming smile that had made you fall head over heels in the first place. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing down to give you time to rest as your orgasm subsided. 

You turned your gaze away, feeling suddenly shy despite your intimate position. “Shut up,” you muttered, smiling, trying to hide the way your face flushed at the praise from him. 

He took your chin in his hand, turning you back towards him. “Never,” he grinned, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. 

You sighed blissfully and leaned into him. “Want to keep going?” 

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much, will it?” 

“I’m not going to break, Doctor. I can take it.” 

“Well, then, if you insist…” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before pulling out halfway, then slowly starting up his thorough pace again. 

He gasped as you tightened around him, tilting his head back slightly, and you took the opportunity to lean in, running your teeth over a sensitive spot just beneath his jawline. 

You knew every inch of him at this point, but you could never get tired of this - having him deep inside you, body pressed close to yours, your arms around each other. You could never get enough. 

You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your face upward towards his ear to whisper to him. 

“You’re always so good for me, Doctor.” 

Your words immediately had the effect you wanted. He bit his bottom lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. 

“God, don’t say that, you’ll make me cum straightaway,” he panted. 

“Why not?” you teased, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, just how he liked it. “You don’t wanna cum? You don’t like hearing how good you are for me? How wonderful you feel inside me? How no one else has ever made me cum as hard as you do, my beautiful, brilliant Doctor?” 

His mouth dropped open with a moan, hands tightening on your waist. “Oh, fuck, please…” he gasped, followed quickly by a whine of your name when you nipped at his earlobe. You could tell he was close, and you could feel your own orgasm building as he fucked you with reverence, his hands still moving restlessly, caressing and clutching at every part of you he could reach. 

“Doctor,” you panted. “I’m close. I want you to cum with me, darling, can you...?” 

He nodded vigorously, too drunk on your praise to catch his breath and answer. One hand moved between the two of you to rub against your clit, the other wrapped around your back, holding you as tightly as he could. His eyes were half-lidded, thoroughly mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. 

You tugged at his hair, desperate to see his face. His gaze immediately met yours, and anything you were about to say left your mind. 

He was a sight to behold like this, with his hair ruffled from your grasp, his eyes wide and dark with lust, his lips parted and flushed pink from kissing you over and over. The look in his eyes, however, was what made you fall silent. You’d never seen such a lovestruck look on anyone, alien or human, and it made you feel so vulnerable. 

A tidal wave of emotion swelled in your chest as your orgasm hit you, the overwhelming tenderness of the feeling making you tear up.

You clung to him as you came, burying your face in the crook of his neck, an endless stream of "I love you, I love you, I love you" falling from your lips over and over again. He came inside you seconds later, his hands buried in your hair, holding you close, keeping you safe. You saw stars, mind blissfully drifting away into the clouds.

As you both came down from your high, your exhaustion suddenly hit you, your body going limp in his arms. 

“You alright, love?” he murmured, gently rubbing your back. 

You nodded against his chest, eyes closed, the pleasure still overwhelming you. 

“You want me to take you to bed?” 

Again, you nodded, and he gently picked you up, carrying you through the halls of the TARDIS to your bedroom. 

He laid you down softly on your shared bed, tucking you under the blankets before crawling into bed himself. He cradled you close, his tall frame against yours, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, giving him a warm smile. “You’re so good, Doctor. You really, really are.”

He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling, you're wonderful," he sighed.

“Will you stay here? I know you don’t sleep much…” 

“Of course I will, darling,” he whispered, wrapping your hands in his. “I’ll be right here in the morning, hmm? Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got another day of adventure tomorrow.”

You certainly did. 

A/N: sorry this took forever!!! i promise i'll be more consistent now that the holidays are over :) i'll have some alec smut and/or fluff coming out in the next day or so, but until then, i hope you enjoy this fic! any and all feedback is welcome, and requests are still open, so feel free to like/rb/comment/follow/send in asks/whatever you like! love you all, and thanks again for your patience!

[kelocitta]

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

[unreliablesnake]

All of the girls you loved before (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: Simon is moving into your place, but since he's away on a mission, you offer to pack his stuff in boxes. Too bad you find things that belong to his exes.

Note: Based on this Taylor Swift song. / It's around 700 words. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: none, it's fluff.

Simon spent most of his time away from home, so when you agreed to move in with him–or rather he would move into your place far from Manchester–he wasn't all that surprised that you offered to pack his things while he was deployed with the help of his sister-in-law. He thought it was sweet, something nice he would somehow have to pay back for later.

As you were packing, it was Beth who first stumbled upon an object in Simon's closet that she innocently assumed was yours: a sexy set of lingerie. But it wasn't yours, you had never owned anything in that color. You didn't say much, only said a few words and threw it into an empty box.

Soon the box was half full of things that belonged to other women. Clothes, underwear, makeup, other beauty products, handwritten notes, and pictures as well. They were all memories of a life Simon had already left behind before you came into the picture.

You could tell that Beth was walking on eggshells around you, probably thinking you were upset about that certain box. In a way, she was right. Who wouldn't be? It just makes you wonder if these are old things, or new ones he hid from you on purpose.

A few days later Simon returned and you met at his apartment so you could show him all of the boxes that would be shipped to your place the next few days. He was grateful for all of the things you had done for him, and once his eyes fell on a sad lonely box with a question mark written on its top in the corner of the living room, he couldn't help but wonder what that was.

“What's with that box?” he asked, pointing at it.

You gulped, at the bottom of your heart feeling stupid for being a little insecure about this. “Well, those are… I'm not sure if that's your stuff, but I packed it nonetheless.”

“Why? What's in there?” he asked, already walking over to the box to open it. He took out a photo first, then his forearm disappeared between the cardboard walls as he checked the rest of the items. “Oh, shit. I'm sorry, I thought I threw away everything,” Simon told you as he stood up and walked over to you.

“It's okay.”

“No, it's not. These belong to my exes and shouldn't be here at all.”

“Si, it's okay,” you assured him with a smile as you placed a hand on his upper arm. “I know you're over them. But they were a part of your life once, you can't just magically erase them.” With a confused look on his face, Simon studied your face with interest. “Unless these got into your apartment after we got together–”

“They were here sooner,” he was quick to interrupt you.

You smiled as you watched him for a few seconds before going on. “Those relationships didn't work out, and those women made you the one I love so much now. If anything, I'm grateful for them.”

Simon stepped closer, standing toe to toe as he looked down at you, his lips curling into a smile. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he told you, his hands reaching out to wrap around yours. “I'll still throw these away. They shouldn't be around us.”

“Look, if there's anything you would like to keep, like a photo or something, just go ahead,” you said, although you weren't that confident on the inside.

He probably noticed because he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. “I don't need these. I only want to see your stuff in our place,” he mumbled into your hair.

[soft-mafia]

Throwing my head into the ring and asking for reader insert headcanons with a reader who has recently joined his crew but isn’t really a part of the act yet and works more behind the scenes, but is trying to learn at least some basic circus stuff like juggling or riding a unicycle or even just some basic baton twirling because, well, you should be able to do SOMETHING if you’re a Buggy pirate.

Cue training and practicing and Buggy stepping in to show them how it’s done when they just can’t seem to get it right, which leads to them spending more time together and suddenly feelings! (Bonus points if Buggy isn’t necessarily an awful or strict teacher but he’s also still incredibly sassy when he corrects you „You know you’d get a lot further on the rope if you didn’t wave your arms around like your trying to shoo a snake“ „Are you scared of the balls or why are you throwing them away from you?“ etc)

Flashy and Sexy [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: reader insert, gn reader, I was sleepy when I wrote this, sorry for any grammatical mistakes

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUESTT🥺 I hope you didn’t mind that I wrote Buggy to have feelings for Y/n from the start😭I thought it would be cute :3

“Awww.. cmon baby, a cute thing like you has got to have some hidden talent!” Buggy slapped his hand on Y/n’s shoulder as he walked them inside of the empty circus tent; some of Buggy’s crew members were scurrying in and out, setting up the scenery before the show.

Buggy went through a lot trying to get Y/n to join his crew, persuading, pleading, flirting, eventually Buggy had tricked them to get onto his ship, luring them in with treasure chests that had gold spilling out of them.

“Captain Buggy, isn’t this considered kidnapping?” Mohji mumbled to Buggy.

“NO! It’s not kidnapping! Don’t tell people I kidnapped them!”

Y/n was panicking on the deck, watching as the island they used to call home grew smaller and smaller in the distance.

Now that Y/n was now stuck with him, he wanted to make them one of the main attractions of his act(besides himself of course) he mainly wanted Y/n to be eye candy for himself; he nearly got nosebleeds thinking about all of the skimpy, revealing outfits and bikinis he could dress Y/n in.

“Well- I don’t.. I don’t really know what I’m good at..” Y/n said, watching as some crew members strung up some streamers, “I mean, I don’t know what I’m good at that would be an.. entertaining circus act.”

“Hmm..” Buggy looked Y/n up and down, getting lost in ogling them before he quickly snapped back to reality and focused back on the issue at hand, “You’d look good as a juggler.. OH! You’d definitely look good walking on a tightrope!” Buggy had a goofy grin on his face as he imagined dressing Y/n in a skimpy outfit.. watching them juggle some balls or walk on a tightrope above him.

Y/n gave Buggy a look, they knew that look on his face and they tried to ignore that. Ever since Buggy began flirting with them they had tried to ignore it, although they couldn’t help but notice how.. handsome he actually was despite being caked in clown makeup that sometimes look like it hadn’t been wiped off in days. His eyes were what drew Y/n in the most; enchanting green orbs, and in certain lighting his brow would cast a shadow over them, making them stand out more.

Though it was his smile that brought out his eyes the most— and Y/n tried their hardest to ignore that, always looking away when he would flirt with them. Ugh, no way they were going to fall in love with a pirate clown.

“Come on, here—“ Buggy said as he quickly strode to one of the barrels sitting off to the side, pulling out a bag of small colorful rubber balls, “Try these, it’s basic and easy but it catches people’s attention.” He reached into the bag and then threw three balls at Y/n.

Y/n squeaked, but caught the balls, awkwardly holding them close to their body, one of them had fallen out of their arms.

“I’ll start you off with 3, that should be easy— trust me, it gets easier once you get a hang of it!” Buggy grinned, then gave Y/n an unintentionally hard pat on the back, making them slightly lurch forward and drop all of the balls.

It had been about 30 minutes now, yet Y/n was still on 3 balls— proving Buggy that this kind of talent would be difficult for Y/n to pick up. They squeaked, jerking back when they thought one of the balls was about to fall onto their head. Buggy groaned and leaned his head back, then looked back at Y/n with his hands on his hips, “What are you, scared of the balls? Why do you keep running away from them?” He marched over to Y/n and picked up one of the the rubber balls they dropped and squeezed it between his thumb and index “These are small, rubber balls! What’s there to be afraid of?!” He rolled his eyes and dropped it, “Ok let’s try something else..”

Buggy looked over at Cabaji’s unicycle.. the guy wasn’t using it at the moment, so maybe he could… nah, if Y/n had trouble managing some colorful toys they couldn’t possibly handle riding a unicycle; he didn’t want his eye candy getting hurt of course..

“Alright, tightrope it is!”

Upon hearing Buggy say that— Y/n felt their stomach drop. And before they knew it, they were on a tight rope. It actually wasn’t so bad.. but Y/n felt like a newborn baby deer.

“Whatever you do, don’t look down!!” Buggy called out from below. His words just made Y/n want to look down, when they did.. it suddenly felt like they were even more high up than they actually were; the comfort of the net underneath them wasn’t even comfort anymore. Y/n began to panic, shaking even more and moving their arms around in an attempt to balance themself.

“NO!! NO!! I told you to NOT look down— STOP WAVING YOUR ARMS LIKE YOU’RE SWATTING FLIES!! What are you doing?! You were doing so well!!” Buggy shouted out again, groaning before turning around as Y/n screamed bloody murder, falling and thankfully landing on the net down below.

Tightroping was a no-go..

“Alright! Baton twirling would be perfect for you. All you need is this, and maybe a bikini, you’d get all the guys drooling.” Buggy mumbled the last part of his sentence to himself, he could just imagine it now. He was envisioning the most perfect feathery outfit he could dress them in. Sexy and flashy! He swallowed at the dryness in his throat before tossing Y/n a sparkly baton, “Have at it!”

Y/n held the baton, tilting their head and looking at the instrument as if it was some foreign object they’ve never seen before in their life. Buggy sighed and walked around behind them, his gloved hands hovered over their arms for a minute as his jaw clenched, he gulped again; this was the closest he’s ever got to Y/n.. their body felt so nice pressed up against his chest.

Y/n could feel Buggy’s chest against their back, his arms hovering inches away from their own gave them slight tingles. His scent invaded their nose.. they felt the blush creep upon their cheeks. “Here- let me..” Buggy mumbled, quiet and gruff, but loud and intelligible enough for Y/n to hear; but damn they never heard Buggy’s voice get that low before, it did something to them— it gave them more tingles that headed straight down to their abdomen. “O-Ok.” Y/n gulped as well.

Buggy breathed out as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s respective wrists, his arms pressed up against theirs. The man swallowed again, jaw clenched tightly. “Ready?” He asked them, his voice was low and husky, Y/n’s eyes were wide and their heart was beating fast in their chest. Buggy’s large hands holding their wrists, and the feeling of being encased in his arms was making them swoon. “Are you just using this as an excuse to touch me?” Y/n giggled lightly to cut the thick tension in the air. They heard Buggy scoff above them, “What? No! No of course not baby!” That pet name he would always call them, paired with the position that Buggy was holding them in, was making Y/n fluster even more.

“Hold it like this, ok?” Buggy said, positioning Y/n’s hands, his fingers almost interlocked with theirs; his gloved hand felt so large as he held it against theirs. “Good, good, just like that.”

Y/n inhaled sharply, Buggy calling them good like that made them weak at the knees, they found themselves hardly focusing as Buggy began to explain how to spin and work a baton— how to perform tricks.

Y/n just noticed that Buggy had taken his jacket off earlier, their eyes drifted to his toned arms, years of hauling loot and treasure gave him some attractive arms.. it was a weird thought but, the way his muscles flexed as he maneuvered their hands to work the baton, and the way his skin felt on theirs, sun kissed tanned skin against [s/t] [s/c].

“You got it?” Buggy spoke up, bringing Y/n out of their thoughts, they forgot what was happening for a second until they saw the baton. “O-Oh!! Umm.. can you, explain that?” Their voice was shaky.. I can’t be falling in love with this guy.. he’s— he’s a clown! He’s a fucking clown! God but that nose.. I can probably put it inside of my— NO!!

Buggy looked down at Y/n, not speaking for a moment which was surprising for a flashy, boisterous man like Buggy. His mouth was parted for a moment, just staring down at the top of Y/n’s head; god he just wanted to bury his nose into their hair.. his big red nose that they couldn’t possibly ever find attractive— Buggy’s jaw clenched tightly again as he exhaled harshly.

Y/n looked up at Buggy, their [e/c] eyes meeting his enchanting greens. “Buggy?”

Buggy’s eyes softened as he looked down at their gaze, what was wrong with him? Really? He was utterly whipped for this person. He grinned down at them, his hands sliding up to cup their face, “Captain Buggy.” He corrected them, chuckling a bit, before his eyes widened as he realized how intimate his hands were on their jaw, he quickly drew back, “Ah!” He cleared his throat, “S-Sorry.” He mumbled, his hands patting his thighs for a moment before putting them on his hips, looking away.

Y/n gulped and held the baton close to themselves, “Oh! N-No it’s fine..” they gave a small smile at him before looking away as well. They thought about how good it felt when Buggy held them.. and when he put his hands on their face— oh god.

“Ok- let’s uh.. get back to, uh, the baton twirling thing.” Buggy said awkwardly, moving his finger around in a circle quickly before stepping back closer to Y/n.

Later in the evening, sun was setting and it was show time. Buggy’s crew members had brought in the audience— the towns people that were there against their will.. the show was spectacular; it was probably the only night that everything was perfect for Buggy. Everybody was on time— and the captain’s eye candy.. Y/n. His little baton twirler, they did amazing. The way their body moved made Buggy feel like his heart and eyes were about to comically pump out of his body.

This was the happiest the Buggy pirates had ever seen their captain after a show. The first person he wanted to look for was Y/n— they were spectacular, Buggy hadn’t focused on anything else ever since Y/n hit the floor.

“Baby you were amazing!!” Buggy said gleefully as he came up behind Y/n and wrapped his arms around their waist, lifting them up off of the ground as they squealed; rightfully taken off guard, “Thanks Buggy!”

He didn’t correct them this time. Buggy grabbed Y/s shoulders after he placed them back onto the ground, then turned them around to face him, “I knew you had something hidden in that sweet body of yours.” Buggy grinned, poking Y/n in their chest, eyeing them up again before tightly hugging them once more. His face was placed in the nape of their neck, their scent invaded his nose and it was heaven for him.

“What a weird thing to say!” Y/n giggled, but returned Buggy’s strong embrace. Buggy was holding them again, and damn did it feel good. Buggy’s hold was firm and warm, his hands squeezed their body. Y/n didn’t want him to let go this time.

Buggy leaned back, but still held onto Y/n, their eyes locked again. Y/n didn’t look away like they usually did, his handsome face looked amazing in the backstage lighting, “Buggy I-..” Y/n started, then felt the heat rising to their face again. Buggy leaned in closer, “Yeah?”

Y/n could practically hear their heart beating in their ears, “Can.. can I kiss you?” They looked away for a moment, then looked back up at him.

Buggy was on cloud nine. He was hooting and hollering on the inside, doing backflips and crying of joy in his mind. “Yes! Yes!!” He leaned in, aiming to kiss Y/n— “OUCH!” Y/n drew back and covered their hands over their face. Buggy got too excited and accidentally hit Y/n with his nose instead of kissing them.. Buggy’s face went red with embarrassment as he stepped back as well, he quickly got frustrated with himself, “URG!! DAMMIT!!” He turned around and slapped a hand over his forehead, then turned back towards Y/n, “Y/n baby I’m sorry— I- I didn’t mean to do that I swear, are you ok?!”

Y/n blinked for a little bit, then moved their hands away from their face and giggled up at Buggy, they wrapped their arms around Buggy’s neck and jumped up, tilting their head far to the side to avoid bumping into his nose again, successfully kissing him this time. Buggy’s eyes widened, taken aback by Y/n’s kiss but, he quickly melted.

This was all he ever wanted— kissing Y/n felt amazing, there were fireworks setting off in Buggy’s mind.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Just finished your two Minotaur!Konig fics and I just want to say you wrote those brilliantly, that has to be one of my favorite Konig AUs now! I loved seeing Ariadne!reader try to put up her walls around this monster she's been taught to fear, only for him to break down those walls not because of how powerful he is (although he clearly has strength and animal-like senses in spades) but because of how genuine he is and the tenderness of his heart ❤️. I hope he's able to take her far away the way she dreamed Theseus would be able to (although idk if the whole kingslaying/kinslaying curse thing would hinder that). Also she should definitely give him a little shave cuz I feel like he'd be gorgeous under all that uncombed/unwashed/uncut hair 🔥🔥🔥

Thanks for all of the amazing stories! Sending a virtual hug your way 🤗

Aww thank you!!! You know, I meant to write a tragic romance for these two but couldn't 🥺 (+ I guess I would now be in jail if I had done that lol)

So in my mind, they actually bathe & cuddlefuck for three days before boarding a ship that takes them to some distant Southern shores ❤️ Reader becomes an excellent weaver and local healer over the years whereas König starts to work in the docks. Seafaring gives him the opportunity to see the world and enjoy the sun & use his muscles for something else than just killing (although he does that too if someone threatens the merchants or their cargo)

The only downside is that he's very reluctant to part with his lover and wife, who is frankly quite relieved that this giant goes out to explore the world for a few months per year... That way she can have at least some respite from the constant, heated attentions of this man 🙄 She can't get any weaving done when he's around, demanding love and affection like a child! He knows she can't refuse him and still, he uses that adoring stare to make her lift her hem when she should be working...

& yes he looks absolutely gorgeous when trimmed, combed and shaved, she makes sure he doesn't squirm when getting treated by promising him she shows him a new mating position if he stays still (he barely breathes until it's done). Also imagine this Bull getting a nice bronze tint on those muscles when he gets to stay in the sun all day... He becomes annoyingly proud when he notices the effect he has on his little lady :)

[gatitties]

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You did? I should check them.

Then, what about Platonic Yandere! Luffy, Zoro and Sanji with Female!Teen!Y/n who is from the real world and is a fan of Strawhats Pirates but got teleported into their world?

─Yandere!monster trio x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you find yourself in your favorite anime but things seem to be a little weirder than you imagined

─Warnings: obsession, toxic behavior, general yandere stuff yk

Part two

─ One day your existence simply decided to teleport to the world of one of your favorite animes, One Piece, let's not go into details, you just did it somehow and you accepted it quickly because you had already read about all those fanfics where someone changes universe.

─ But nothing happens! It seemed that all the luck you never had finally came to you with a bang because you landed on the Mugiwara ship, nothing less.

─ Excited was a word that fell short of how you felt in that world, but also scared because you knew the entire context of many of the things and atrocities done.

─ You forgot everything bad to focus exclusively on the fact that you were meeting your favorite or comfort characters, you could definitely die after this because it was like a dream come true.

─ Leaving all the confusion and distrust of how or why you were there, everyone seemed to believe that you were not from this world and that they were not real in yours because you knew a lot (too much) about them.

─ Usopp is a little afraid of you because of all your knowledge about them.

─ Robin wanted to know more about the void century but Luffy simply refused you to give them 'spoilers' of what was about to happen in their lives, you had no choice but to respect him, now he was your captain after all.

─ Luffy was very clingy to you from the beginning, he found your admiration towards them adorable, he really likes to impress you when he uses his devil fruit, although everything here is out of the ordinary and impresses you.

─ You won't have a second of peace with this boy if you ever get hurt by someone (or even if it was your fault because you tripped or something), he feels responsible for your health and won't let anyone do anything to you.

─Zoro is in the same line of thoughts as his captain because in his eyes you were someone completely vulnerable in this world full of monsters, that sometimes you get lost because of your fascination simply increases his degree of protection.

─ Sanji became equally fond of you, having you in the kitchen learning about your world was more fun than he thought at first, he felt like a father whenever you came to him to tell him about any nonsense you had done with Luffy on some random island.

─ And despite the fact that all this time with them was incredible, you inevitably missed your loved ones, your old routine and life.

─ The faces of the three when you carelessly commented that from now on you were going to start looking for a way to return to your world was completely horrified, the three of them looked at each other and nodded, a silent pact.

─ They threatened Nami because she was the first one who offered to help you, just like Robin, weren't you happy with them here? You seem happy and you would be well protected, why would you want to leave their side?

─ They would lie if they find valuable information, they only try to protect you, you have also told some bad things about your world and if you leave they will not be able to keep you safe.

─ Luffy is much clingier, Zoro is much more careful of your surroundings, Sanji doesn't seem to take his eyes off you in case something unexpected happens that could hurt you.

─ You practically have a trio that is all over you all the time, lucky for you, you decided to ignore a lot of the red flags in their behavior, chalking it up to just being worried and you couldn't defend yourself, which got you rid of a lot of possible punishments.

─ Although, it was inevitable not to notice how persistent they are when you want to go explore an island, you don't even have a wanted poster because they always manage to lock you in the ship somehow when the fights start.

─ But by the time you realize that they are behaving differently from their normal personalities, it will be too late, they will limit you as much as they can, they will only blackmail you because they would hate to see you hurt by one of them.

─ It doesn't matter if you start to be afraid around them because of their obsession, Luffy will still demand his hugs, Zoro will want you to take a nap with him and Sanji will make you his kitchen assistant whether you like it or not, you have no opinion here, just do it.

─ The punishments are not very severe, no violence, just deprive you of things like food or movement, if you need to spend a few hours or days in your room without seeing anyone, you will.

─ They won't see their behavior as strange, no one from the crew will dare to say anything to help you because the last time Franky was almost decapitated by Zoro.

─ They see you as an innocent little sister who doesn't know how to take care of herself, they don't want anyone to corrupt you, they're just trying to keep you safe, can't you see that? They want the best for you even if they have to punish you in the process, after all you were a careless teenager who was unaware of true evil.

─ Now you'll be safe, right?

[inconspicuousdreamgirl]

Unpopular opinion but I don’t like Vickie as a love interest for Robin. Why? Let me explain

Every relationship in stranger things, Wether it be romantic or a platonic relationship, has been built and developed overtime and over the seasons. Almost every single character has a developed relationship or friendship with another character. But for robins love interest there is no build up at all.

Examples

- Nancy and Jonathan: their relationship has been developing since season 1 and over season 2 which led them to getting together. We see in season 1 and 2 how they built a relationship starting with a team up: friendship which grew and developed into a romantic relationship.

- hopper and Joyce : since season 1 they have built this relationship and paved the way for it since day one. Was it an easy process? No because the didn’t officially get together until season 4. But it was such a great development and build up, and because of this build up it feels more connected and more well written

Lucas and max: although the build up to their relationship was alot shorter compared to others, you can see how they started off as friends and developed over season 2 and this continues in season 3. For season 4 we see the aftermath of season 3 and how it affected their relationship, which put it at a halt. But over the season they developed their bond and relationship back and were able to reconnect.

Byler : although not canon there’s no denying that they have built the connection and relationship between mike and will over the seasons. If they become canon it will be well done and well developed for both characters, as we got to see both characters progress over the seasons and wether you think it’s platonic or romantic that’s your own interpretation but either way it’s still good relationship building and development.

There’s loads more relationships and friendships that have had this sort of build up and development over the seasons.

My main point is that Vickie only seemed to be only introduced as a love interest for robin and not much to her character and had practically nothing to do with season 4 at all. Instead of having her character develop a friendship which can evolve into a romantic relationship with Robin, they just gave a love interest that has no buildup or no connection.

Just to be Clear I ship Ronance so this might be biased but robin in season three barely knows Nancy and assumes what she is like. In season 4 both Nancy and robin seem tense when around eachother at first. But gradually this friendship between them develops over the seasons and we see an amazing connection form. This would be a perfect opportunity for a relationship to form, or atleast how it should be done.

For robins character they need to develop it rather than just give her an interest because otherwise it has no connection and is not interesting. I wish they atleast developed Vickie’s character differently so it would be a good ship, but it’s just lacking.

Note : this is just my opinion, but I feel they needed to write her character to be more involved. I think her character does have some potential. But maybe it’s just me but I found her character was way to similar in persona and in character to robin, so I struggle to ship them due to this and that there is no interesting development or moments between them. Maybe this will change in season 5 but I want robin to have a relationship that has pining, grows over time and has connections and build up!!!!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

A Lesson in Fontaine Flora

Synopsis: Fontaine is, among other things, a nation of romance, and you find yourself at the mercy of one of its oldest traditions.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Fluff Warnings: Allusions to anxiety and battle

~ * ~ Someone’s been leaving flowers on your doorstep. It started about a week ago, right after you returned from a job on Elynas. Ready to collapse onto your bed for the night, you hadn’t even noticed anything until your foot brushed against the petals of a freshly picked marcotte, right on top of your welcome mat. Then the next day, a romaritime, and a lumidouce bell after that. Only one per day, but always freshly picked and covered in dew. Marcotte- “I treasure your friendship.” This type of thing isn’t entirely unheard of- quite the opposite, actually. Fontaine prides itself on being “romantical” alongside being the nation of Justice and Hydro- honestly, you’re not sure how many more signature traits one city can take. Still, giving flowers to someone you fancy isn’t exactly out of the ordinary in the Court. Many nobles even take time to study the language of the blossoms, arranging bouquets for their loved ones depending on what message they want to send; marcottes for friendship, pluie lotuses for gratitude, rainbow roses for love, and so on.

You just never expected it to happen to you- who would waste time giving flowers to a workaholic agent of the Marechaussee Phantom? Rarely were you ever home to admire them, although you found them beautiful, and you’ve never been good with plants, nor were you close to any of your coworkers other than a couple of the Melusine who looked up to you. All you could do was shrug and put any new blooms you received in some water, the vase overflowing with flora of all types and colors, and go on with your work, as a Marechaussee agent never rests. Somehow, the flowers haven’t withered yet. You admire them on cold, lonely nights, the sweet scent making you hum in the moonlight. Your new assignment is again on Elynas- something about rifts and odd magic summoning unearthly monsters- and you catch a quick ride on a passing ship, since the aquabus doesn’t go to Elynas yet. The air is hot and humid, your clothes sticking to your skin as you traverse the bone-scattered landscape, avoiding the rogue mekas and treasure hoarders. They’re not yours to deal with, not yet. Though it seems like someone else is already on the job, a few violently destroyed automatons blocking parts of the path, torn to shreds. The air turns dark and smoky as you approach a clearing in between the mountains, a symbol in the ground glowing oddly purple and patrolled by floating hounds. As soon as you get close they attack, snarling and howling at your unwelcome presence with blank, shining eyes. A few swishes of your blade makes them crumble, your skills with a weapon outmatching your need for a vision. Still, the sun has long set by the time you’re done clearing the area, using what knowledge you have of Teyvat to scrub any trace of the purple symbol from the ground, and by the time you arrive home you’re covered in dust and exhaustion.

Another flower lays near your door, a richly-colored pluie lotus, and despite your irritation your lips twitch up into a grin. Pluie lotus- “Thank you for being here.” You’re free from work the next morning, as you receive at least one day off every month, courtesy of Monsieur Neuvillette. Normally it’d be a blessing to have a break, for most people, but you always find yourself rather bored and restless, being so attached to your job. So you do what you always do- return to the site of your previous investigation. It’s just a once-over, you tell yourself. Just one more check, to be completely certain that the area is safe again, obviously! In truth it’s so you don’t go mad with boredom, giving yourself something work-related to do since it’s all you’ll worry about anyway. The beastly hounds haven’t returned when you make your way into the valley, and a smile of satisfaction crosses your lips, folding your arms and nodding firmly. Someone’s even cleaned up more of the clockwork mekas around the island, too! You know that your coworkers don’t bother checking sites they’ve left- why would they? Most of the time, there’s no need for it. But you do it anyway, for your peace of mind and to keep your heart from fluttering nervously in your chest, lest you worry yourself into a stupor.

A rustle suddenly sounds from a nearby grove of trees and you whirl around, one hand on the hilt of your blade. You scan the area slowly, eyes landing on a pair of… something sticking out from behind the branches, red and slightly curved, unlike any plant you’ve ever seen. You take a step forward and the red things emerge- they’re horns, attached to the crimson mask-like face of an otherworldly creature, several feet taller than you and covered in black and violet armor. The creature tilts its head, blinking its single crystalline eye, and you’re met with a gaze of clear, hopeful blue, like the sea. It’s monstrous. It’s Abyssal. It’s beautiful. Yet you still move to unsheathe your weapon, ready to defend yourself at any minute. The Abyss is like a poisonous flower, dazzling but deadly- that is what Monsieur Neuvillette tells each and every agent of the Marechaussee Phantom, so that they don’t get swept away by corrupted waves- and the monster’s eye widens, taking a step back. It whines softly and lowers itself towards the ground, towards your height, trying to appear smaller. When you don’t strike first it slowly moves closer, small chirping sounds slipping from its fanged maw, and you stiffen as it reaches for you, grip tightening around your sword.

But it doesn’t attack- no, instead it extends a hand, and in its palm lays a perfect rainbow rose, freshly picked. Your mouth hangs open in shock, gasping as realization seeps into your mind, blooming like a bouquet of flowers speckled with stars. The fingers around your blade loosen and fall, instead moving to delicately grasp the rose by its stem, the horned beast’s claws gently brushing against your skin. The petals of the blossom lightly touch your nose as you breathe in the pleasant scent, the scent you would catch wafting from perfume shops but always refused to indulge in, unsuited for such luxury. A gentle smile spreads across your face, your features relaxing from their stern expression for the first time in months, and through the sound of running water comes a deep, rumbling purr of adoration and delight. Rainbow rose- “I love you.”

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Breakfast in Margate (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Modern AU

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: A grumpy Papa Solomons (yes, that is a warning) and a whole lot of tooth-rotting domestic fluff

Summary:

Mornings aren’t always easy. For example, it’s terribly difficult to not be caught making breakfast for your fiancé, a workaholic who always takes the task upon himself.

However, what makes it harder today is the fact he loathes food made with recipes found online. Fortunately for you, though, Alfie isn’t the only one who’s good at playing games when he wants to push his own agenda.

Especially those that concern a sweet reward.

Author’s note: I've kept Alfie's adherence to his Jewish heritage quite loose. Nevertheless, I hope that the aspects I did incorporate in this work have been done so properly. If not, let me know and please don't hesitate to educate me (in a polite and respectful manner) because I love learning about different cultures and religions.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @zablife @wandawiccan60 @dreamlandcreations @liliac-dreamer @buttercupsandboys @vir-tual @rose-like-the-phoenix @hoodeddreams13 @mollybegger-blog @solomons-finest-rum @hecatemoon87 @babaohhhriley

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Mornings like this are rare, these quiet moments unbroken by the usual ruckus in the kitchen. Now, it’s solely my bare feet on the wooden floor and the waves crashing onto the shore. No clanging of metal, no muttered curses in Yiddish or Russian, nor the scent of freshly brewed coffee. 

In the living room, Cyril lays in front of the hearth. The first rays of sunshine fall over him like a warm natural blanket, highlighting the ginger undertone in his fur. One of the many features he shares with his owner. 

As soon as I pass by, he lifts his head, tilts it in wonder, and lets out a low bark. After all, it’s Alfie who’s more often than not the first one to wander around the house at the crack of dawn. That is, if he’s slept at all. However, recently he’s started properly adhering to the Shabbat. Although, as much as he allows himself to because if Alfie Solomons is one thing, it’s mighty stubborn. Moreover, he’s an incurable workaholic. As hard as he works at The Old Rum House Bakery to let the business flourish and maintain his position as the fearsome Mad Baker of Camden, just as much effort does he put into our relationship. In fact, it’s not only towards Cyril and I his attention goes, but also to the house.

Our home.

Alfie has become a lot more domestic since we started dating, shortly after meeting one another on a train to London. Disregarding his tendency to walk around naked, he cooks and cleans, assuring me time and again I don’t have to help. When we go out for our weekly grocery trip, no matter how tired he is, he carries the bags to the car so that I don’t have to. Neither do I have to put away what we got, more often than not shipped off to the luxurious red sofa in the living room with a cup of coffee or tea to pair with whatever he’s baked at night. 

Nevertheless, regardless of the otherwise very loose relationship with his heritage, Ollie and I are glad he’s at least taking a day off in the week to rest up. The bakery has recently started taking its toll thanks to an influx in customers, which means extra stock as well as staff is needed. In turn, this means more part-timers to train and more admin work. In other words, everyone has to pick up the pace to meet the current demand. Such is the power of marketing, especially on social media. Alfie is loath to admit it, but Ollie and I can tell he’s secretly grateful we managed to convince him to let us handle the bakery’s socials.

We don’t get cinnamon buns on Monday anymore, though.

I stop in my tracks, turn to Cyril, and put a finger to my lips. “I know, love, but Papa is still sleeping. It’s finally Mama’s turn to make breakfast again.”

Seldom do I get the chance to experiment in the kitchen, let alone try a recipe I’ve found online. Or worse, via Youtube or Instagram. Now, that’s usually enough to make Alfie bristle. Nevertheless, mention the word ‘viral’ and a scowl will twist his lips.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Alfie and Cyril are the same person because he lowers his head onto his paws and lets out a deep sigh that sounds like sarcastic resignation.

Thanks for the faith, buddy.

“It’s gonna be okay. No fire in the pan this time, I promise. How about we go stretch our legs after brekkie, hm? That sound good?”

Cyril huffs in agreement and closes his eyes, back to enjoying his luxurious pillow. 

We bought it for him when we went antique shop hopping in London last week. Although, perhaps it’s better to say I bought it after convincing my grumpy companion we should occasionally pamper our adopted four-legged child and I couldn’t fix his old pillow anymore. Of course I could, but I was more than done with constantly needing to fix the seams and re-stuff the thing.

Borough Market has become a regular stop on our weekly grocery trip, mostly because I used the splendidly efficient strategy of batting my lashes and pouting. Artisan goods and fresh produce can be luxuries, something to only occasionally splurge on. After all, why spend a fortune when there is a cheaper alternative that’s just as good? 

Nonetheless, Alfie developed a taste for supporting local businesses soon after our first visit. To some he has proposed contracts, offering them a position as a supplier to his bakery. Granted their goods are kosher, of course.

Yesterday, we got some wonderful fresh bright yellow bananas, eggs from a local farm, and oat flour from a mill a little ways away from London. Alfie thought little of it when I plonked them triumphantly in our grocery bag, having occupied himself with the fresh stock one of the florists was setting out. I glance at the colourful bouquet of wildflowers on the table and for a moment I’m back to him holding out to me, face full of the warm tenderness that stands in stark contrast to the stern and unpredictable persona he portrays when I’m not there. 

Right then and there, he wasn’t The Mad Baker of Camden, the fearsome King who rules the borough.

He was a sweet and caring gentleman.

Simply Alfie Solomons.

Nevertheless, in spite of these small moments of tenderness, he can still be awfully grumpy.

Especially if he hasn’t had his coffee.

“Mornin’, dove.” Two big warm hands glide over my hips towards my lower stomach. Those very same palms pull me flush against a naked chest grown soft with neglected muscle, slightly clammy with the remainder of last night’s late summer heat. Alfie presses his lips to the side of my neck and hums, tightening the embrace as he does so. The sonorous trill in his voice sends a shiver down my spine and rekindles a familiar heat. Nonetheless, the way he leans on me betrays he isn’t entirely awake yet. The slight slur in his words serve to confirm the lingering drowsiness, sounding like they’ve been pulled out of bed only moments before too. “That shirt looks good on you.”

“I’m glad you think so because you’re not getting it back any time soon.” I briefly stop mixing the batter to scratch his beard. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch as a content sigh escapes him. “You slept in.”

“Still woke up to an empty spot, though. If you want me to sleep more, yeah, which you know I find a terrible waste of time, I’ll need my wife to ‘old.”

I pat his hands to placate him. The thin gold band inlaid with a modest diamond around my ring finger matches his. I had thought Alfie would pick something elaborate for himself, but instead he chose a simple thick gold ring and got it engraved. It says: Ani l’dodi, v’dodi li; I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. “Don’t get hasty. We aren’t married yet.”

“Let’s just go to the courthouse today.’’ He slips his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt I stole from him, letting them rest on my stomach after a brief caress. It’s a gesture he often makes nowadays. ‘‘Sign the paper, right, and be done with it so the desk eaters are ‘appy. We can always celebrate it later. Throw a party as big as the whole of bloody Camden, like a proper coronation ceremony to celebrate our union.”

“Tempting as it is, I’ll have to refuse. Besides, it's Shabbat today and you need to take a break. I promise I can wait a little while longer to officially become Mrs Solomons.”

“You ‘ave been from the start, Y/N. I don’t need a ring to call you my wife. ‘Sides, you well know ‘ow I am. Which reminds me, breakfast is my job, innit?” A wary tone creeps into his voice as he leans away to check what’s in the mixing bowl. “Is that edible?”

“It will be,” I say, continuing to mix the ingredients until they’re well combined.

“I’m not eatin’ that goo. Looks fucking awful, that stuff.”

“It’s healthy goo! Uses the bananas, eggs, and flour we got yesterday.”

Nose scrunched, Alfie peers at me. “Oh, so yesterday was all a little scam to get me to eat whatever this is?”

“You aren’t the only one who can lie. Although, it’s not really a lie, is it? More like a half-truth.’’ I shrug. ‘‘I simply never told you my plan. Would ruin the surprise.”

“Which is?”

“Baked oats that taste like cake. They just haven’t been baked yet.”

“Where’d you get the recipe?”

“YouTube…”

He groans, wide awake now that the conversation has taken a turn towards a point of absolute irritation. “Fucking ‘ell, dove, ‘ow many times ‘aven’t I told you not every recipe on social media-’’

“Don’t judge before you’ve tried it.” I put the spatula down, turn around in his embrace and steal a kiss off of his lips. “Said so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Don’t use my words against me.”

“Oh, I will. If only to keep things fair. Have a little faith in me. It’ll be fine.”

I hope.

A warning finger raised and pointed at me, he leans in until our faces are mere inches apart. “Fine. But I’m gonna make us coffee, right, so we’ll at least ‘ave something to get us fucking started.”

I can’t suppress a chuckle at the grumpy gesture. “Sure.”

The threat turns into tenderness when he cups my cheek. His palm has grown rough with the hours spent at the bakery, proof of his hard work. Tenderly, he presses his lips to mine. “Ikh hab dir lib.”

“I know.” To show I accept his usual indirect apology for his bad mood and avoid coming across as being cross with me, I run my fingers along his jaw. “I love you too.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he nudges my nose with his. “Mhm.”

“Why don’t you take Cyril for a brief walk, eh? The oats have to bake for twenty-five minutes anyway.”

“We can take ‘im on a walk later together. I’ll go set the table.”

“First put on a pair of knickers.”

“No.”

“You know the rules, Alfie. No buns on the chairs during summer.”

“I ain’t sweating.”

“Not yet.”

“Maybe you’re the one who isn’t.”

I cock an eyebrow, fighting the smug smirk threatening to break out. “That so?”

“Yeah,” he drawls, “first we’ll ‘ave coffee, right, ‘cause otherwise neither of us functions. Now, ‘ow about after we’ve started the day proper I’ll fuck you like last night, hm?”

Until I black out. 

The prospect of it mixes with memories of last night. Sea blue eyes, usually so steady and full of hidden temperaments, barely able to refrain from going cross-eyed. The fight with the stutter in his hips, gradually growing closer to the edge of pleasure but also exhaustion. Big hands reminiscent of wolf paws gripping the headboard for support while I was already lost in a satisfied delirium. The absent-minded glance to the bruises on my thighs adds to the steadily growing heat between my legs, perversely longing for more.

For him.

Nevertheless, the haze clears in an instant with a single sharp thought. I take a step back, crossing my arms as I search his expression for confirmation. However, as usually is the case, Alfie keeps his true motifs to himself. And this time, behind a mask he tends to put on when he wants something from me in particular. “So you can make breakfast. That’s what you’re getting at, aren’t you?”

“No,” he purrs, stealing a kiss as soon as he has bridged the distance between us, “not at all, dove. I just want my wife. I wanna make love to you.” We softly start to sway, slowly making our way out of the kitchen. “Let me make love to you.”

We come to a halt on the threshold. “Later. After you put on a pair of knickers and we’ve eaten.”

He blinks, the cheeky smile grown stiff. I can feel his muscles tense, unconsciously causing him to grip me a bit tighter than before. “But-’’

“Knickers, Alfie.”

“One round.”

“Alfred Solomons Jr, knickers. Right now.”

The use of his full name provokes a menacing snarl, the kind which is usually preserved for those who cross him. “Those oats better be fucking worth it, yeah, ‘cause otherwise you’re payin’ for lunch.”

I trace his cock, the skin hot and hardening beneath my fingertips with every sharp intake of breath. Perhaps this game won’t go on for as long as it usually does before he loses control. “Somehow I don’t think I will.”

He roughly grips my face, the thrill of every low-voiced word against my lips travelling throughout my body. “I ought to do somethin’ ‘bout that attitude of yours. Big fucks small, Y/N, always.”

Game over.

Except for the one card I have left to play.

“I know,” I wrap my hand around him, barely able to grip him properly, “but first some knickers. Please, Papa?”

“Clever bird, ain’t ya?” He growls into the kiss when I lightly squeeze him and let go. “Maybe I should carry out my own personal form of stigmata later. Add to those pretty bruises.”

Like snow in the spring sun, his attitude melts and changes. Alfie gently nudges my cheek and makes for the bedroom. A few moments later, he returns and starts setting the table while I pour the batter in the ramekins and plop them in the oven.

Despite the promise to make coffee, I reach for the cupboard to grab a mug. After all, old habits die hard.

Nevertheless, I find myself cut off by a hand that gently lowers mine, away from the handle.

“I said I’ll make us coffee,” Alfie grumbles. “Let Papa Solomons do ‘is job, yeah. Go sit in the livin’ room. I’ll be there shortly.”

I nod at the baking aftermath in the sink. “I got some washing up to do.”

“Nah, that can wait. Coffee and, ‘opefully, food first.” He places his hands on my shoulders and kindly coerces me out of the kitchen. “Go on.”

I let him guide me, feigning defiance by pouting. Yet, the act quickly falls apart with a lighthearted giggle. I suppose I still have a lot to learn from him concerning the art of masks. “Alright.”

Soon after he joins me on the porch, where I’ve settled down with Cyril to enjoy the salt air. The beach across the street is still empty, devoid of the plethora of towels. The breeze is silent, not yet filled with the chatter of tourists and locals alike.

These hours are ours.

This is our Margate.

“'Ere you go, love.” Alfie hands me a steaming mug of cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, the milk soft and foamy, before he sits down next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as I take a sip. “Nice, innit?”

“Mhm.”

Thus we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the view and each other’s company. Cyril has started to doze off, although he tries in vain to keep his eyes open. One glance to the side tells of Alfie fighting the same battle. Occasionally he pulls a face or lifts his hand to stifle a yawn. It’s strangely funny to watch him continue to take a sip afterwards, a small gesture of hope. Surely he should be readily awake before his cup is empty.

Because sleeping isn’t an option.

He’s tired of the nightmares.

The faint sound of the oven going off disturbs the domestic bliss.

Alfie groans as struggles to get up, glad to have my arm to use as support while he pulls himself to his feet. I say nothing, knowing full well how his sciatica influences his mood.

And it’s already rotten enough in the morning.

As Alfie washes his hands, I get the baked oats out of the oven and place them on the plates. Meanwhile, Alfie warms up a few slices of babka and the challah bread we made together yesterday. “Just so we ‘ave somethin’.”

He sits down while I wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I see him poke the oats with his fork. “It’s kosher?”

“It is,” I say, drying my hands before I sit down across from him. “Shall I go first?”

“Very funny.” He scoops a bit of the oats onto his fork and puts it in his mouth. His brows knit together, contemplating the taste.

“And? Do you like it?” 

Remaining silent and gaze fixed on the ramekin, he pokes his oats again. 

I swallow hard, my excitement crushed under the stones of dread. A nagging voice in the back of my head feeds into the fear of his judgement. Funny how one connects their self worth to food. Then again, it was that which started our relationship. A cup of coffee, a slice of babka, and a slice of plant-based carrot cake. Back then, though, my stomach didn’t quiver this badly nor did my ribs feel like they were caged in a very tight-strung corset. “You don’t.”

“Dove,” he begins, but doesn’t continue. 

Not until after he’s had another bite. “It’s good.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or simply trying to appease me.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are?”

“I am,’’ he says, raising his voice ever so slightly in spite of the effort to keep it even. Alfie finally meets my gaze and I can tell he’s being sincere regardless of the way he accusingly waves his fork at me. ‘‘But I still don’t like 'ow you got this off of the internet. ‘Ow many times ‘aven’t I told you, hm? You should know better by now.”

I chuckle as I at last taste the baked oats myself. They’re chocolatey with a subtle banana undertone, which is warmed by the cinnamon. “I gotta find new recipes somehow.”

“There are cookbooks.”

“Too limited and they take up too much space.” While nibbling on a piece of challah bread, I take a sip of coffee. “Can I make this more often?”

“It does taste like cake,” he reluctantly admits, spooning up another bite. “Yes, you can.”

“Why do you make it sound like there’s a condition?”

“You can make these oats, yeah, if I get to serve you something sweet in return.”

Something not to be had in the kitchen.

‘‘Deal,’’ I lean in, biting my lip as I play my final card, ‘‘Papa.’’

Alfie clenches his fork upon hearing his favourite nickname, the title he is secretly proud of. A dark haze clouds his eyes, the gloss in them highlighted by the morning sun. The smirk on his lips has evened out, his jaw tightened with the effort to practise self-restraint. 

Game over.

I won.

And the prize is something sweet with lots of cream.

[tae-rambles]

Luffy vs. Usopp: Luffy's Turmoil

The fight between Luffy and Usopp in Water 7 is one of many iconic moments in One Piece and the fact that it's been analyzed to hell and back is a testament to that. However, what is usually discussed about it are Usopp's actions and why he reacted to Luffy telling him they have to get a new ship the way he did. But rarely do I see people talk about Luffy's side of things and why he snapped at Usopp so hard Sanji had to kick him. And that's a shame. So I decided to do just that. This is an analysis of Luffy's POV of the whole ordeal.

When Luffy hears that the Merry is beyond repair from the shipwrights, he reacts with anger and denial - just like Usopp later that day, although not as aggressive as he is willing to listen to the shipwrights' explanation. He clearly cares about the Merry; that is his nakama and they are telling him to abandon her? No way! He would never do that! (see: Nami, Robin, Sanji.) He actually raises the same points in objection as Usopp later.

But then Iceburg reminds him that he's the captain and would be putting the rest of his nakama in danger if he doesn't pull himself together.

And Luffy takes that to heart for Iceburg is right.

So, after taking out his pent up feelings on the Franky Family, he makes the hard decision as the captain, because as much as the Merry is their nakama, unlike the rest of the crew, she is not a living being (he doesn't know about the Klabautermann at this point but the point stands even if he knew). But he is still grieving for her! His nakama is at the end of her life and there's nothing he can do about it. So when it's time to tell Usopp the sad news, he deals with it like ripping off a band aid. He goes straight to the point, no feelings, just the cold hard truth. Because thats how he deals with delivering sad news that deeply affect him as well (as seen in Wano when he tells Tama about Ace's death) because he is grieving and it's hard for him, too. Luffy doesn't like complicated things and dealing with his own grief is complicated. So he simplifies it. To appear calm and steady, because he is the captain and must show his resolve - no weakness allowed, he delivers the news with a smile.

But he overdoes it. Luffy is hurting so he wants to move on from this painful topic as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that is not the way to go about it. Usopp's already been in distress after losing the money and getting beaten up and now Luffy's telling him they are abandoning the Merry like it's no big deal. Usopp can only interpret Luffy's actions as cold-hearted. But that can't be, this is Luffy we're talking about! He cares about his nakama, right? So Usopp demands an explanation. But Luffy is hurting and just wants to move on so please Usopp just stop questioning his decision he is the captain and has the final word!

And so they shout; unable to listen to the other over their own feelings.

Until it culminates in Luffy finally shouting the painful truth that he's been avoiding this entire time. Their nakama is at the end of her life and there is nothing that can be done. A catharsis.

Luffy visibly calms down after that. But only for a little bit. Usually, this would be the end of the misunderstanding and thus the end of the argument and both parties would go on to support each other in their shared grief. But that would require both parties to get their catharsis. While Luffy got his catharsis by finally confronting the harrowing truth of the Merry's impending demise which reflects his deep fear of loneliness and losing loved ones, Usopp's true deepest anxieties lie somewhere else - the feeling of his own inadequacy and the fear of being abandoned for not being enough which he projects on the state of the Merry. And so the argument continues.

Usopp starts questioning Luffy's judgment (calling him dumb for trusting some strange guys and doubting the shipwrights' integrity) his captaincy, and, most importantly, he starts questioning whether Luffy even cares for the Merry, whether he actually cares about his nakama. And that hurts. We as the audience know the extent to which Luffy is willing to go for his nakama. We know how deeply and freely Luffy loves. And his nakama know it, too. That's one of the reasons they stand by him. Or at least they should know that. Usopp is too blinded by his own fears and insecurities that, in that moment, he forgets this undeniable truth. He accuses Luffy of turning his back on an injured comrade, of only pretending to care. Usopp's words hit like a gut punch. Luffy snaps.

"Don't think you're the only one taking this hard! Everyone on this ship feels the same way!"

That includes Luffy as well. If Luffy wasn't dealing with his own pain, I'm sure he would have noticed the hidden meaning behind Usopp's hurtful words or at least realized that Usopp was just lashing out and doesn't actually mean what he is saying, that he is actually crying out in pain, wallowing in his own anxiety, because Luffy is an excellent judge of character. But at this moment, his judgment is clouded. How dare Usopp accuse him of such a horrible thing! Usopp is his nakama and should know that Luffy does care! How dare he! And just like Usopp, in his anger that stems from hurt, Luffy (almost) says something so hurtful that Sanji rightfully kicks him. But it's too late. It doesn't matter that Luffy didn't actually mean it and apologizes after realizing what he said. The damage's been done. Usopp's fears have been confirmed. And so he leaves and challenges Luffy to a duel. If Luffy were to refuse or fight him half-heartedly, it would only add insult to Usopp's injury by hurting even the little pride Usopp has. So Luffy accepts and fights with his whole chest.

It is a hollow victory.

In one single day, he learns one of his nakama is too badly damaged to accompany them on their journey any longer, pushes another nakama away in his grief and anger, and Robin is still nowhere to be found. Luffy is the captain and it's his duty to be the steady rock for his crew in tumultuous times. But when he is torn between dealing with his emotions and being a captain that his crew can rely on, Luffy is on the verge of breaking.

However, Zoro says it best:

And so, Luffy hides his tears under the brim of his hat.

[callivich]

Random Shameless headcanons I have for characters other than Ian and Mickey post-finale….

Fiona comes back to Chicago when Frank dies. She’s dreading it. Even though she misses her family like crazy, it’s hard coming back. She gets to the airport and nearly turns back around. She’s anxious the whole flight. But when she sees her siblings waiting for her at arrivals, she breaks down in tears. There’s a big family hug. She doesn’t stay for long but she’s glad she came. From then on, she returns often.

Debbie and Carl end up running the Alibi with Tipping. Debbie hosts an LGBTQ+ quiz night once a month and meets the love of her life at one of these nights. Carl may or may not end up having a bisexual awakening at a different one of these nights. Carl and Debbie work on a whole menu of cocktails that they name after their family and friends. They bicker a bit but they don’t fight. They find they actually work well together.

Svetlana has a comfortable life. She’s single for a long while, just focused on raising Yev. She works at a run-down Eastern European restaurant as a waitress and very quickly works her way up to manager. She turns the place around and one day is able to apply for a loan and buy the place. Now she spends her days running a tight ship - a well reviewed restaurant with a perfect health score - and some of her nights sipping an ice cold vodka at the bar, impeccably dressed. There may or may not be a beautiful, rich widow who woos her….

(Don’t hate me for this one) Lip and Tami end up moving to Milwaukee where they have another baby. It’s ok for awhile but then they break up. They move back to Chicago and co-parent well together even though the breakup is bad. They try dating other people casually. But they eventually fall back in love. It takes time and a lot of trying but they get there in the end. It’s very messy. But isn’t life?

Lip ends up staying with Ian and Mickey for awhile after the break up. Although they’re family and they love each other, it feels like forever for everyone.

Despite Tami and Lip breaking up, everyone treats Tami as family and nobody cuts her out of things or sides with Lip over her. Everyone is neutral and supportive. Lip is kinda amazed at everyone’s maturity. It makes him realise how much they’ve all grown up.

Liam is a straight A student. He does incredibly well in school. He has a lot of ambition and dreams. He wants to be a defence lawyer and do as much pro bono work as he can, he wants to be a doctor and work at a free clinic, he wants to get involved with politics and help speak for those who can’t. There’s a lot he wants to do, so he starts by doing a lot of volunteering at different organisations. Because of this his applications to college are amazing. He may or may not get his siblings into volunteering too.

Debbie gets a ‘franny’ tattoo on the top of her arm near her shoulder. It’s done from Franny writing her own name. It’s both very sweet and very cool.

Mandy comes back to Chicago after a bad breakup. She’s determined to build a good life. She misses Ian and Mickey but can’t find the strength to get in contact. She knows Terry is dead. So, she has a good job, a nice apartment. Everything’s going well and then she runs into Debbie. And…it’s nice. It’s nice to see Debbie happy and healthy and with a sweet kid. Debbie encourages Mandy to get in contact with Ian and Mickey but says she’ll keep her secret if she doesn’t want to.

She doesn’t have to. Mandy gets their address off Debbie and turns up at their apartment. It’s a lot emotionally. They have a long catch up session with alcohol, some very, very good weed (better than they ever had as teenagers) and takeout. There’s laughter and tears - mostly from Ian and Mandy but also from Mickey. Yes. They saw those tears. Stop lying. She stays close with them and Debbie.

Franny and Fred and Lip and Tami’s second kid have so much fun growing up together. They have sleepovers and days out and are close like siblings. They’re close to all the older Gallaghers but they idolise Liam and he’s their favourite. He teaches them fun facts and helps them with their homework.

Kev and Vee occasionally return to Chicago with the girls, they are doing well and they rent a big house on a lake and invite the Gallaghers. It becomes a tradition once a year. Usually Fourth of July so they can watch other people’s fireworks, get drunk and party. The kids have a great time swimming and exploring. The adults enjoy Ian and Mickey’s premium weed. There may or may not be midnight swimming and very drunken Marco Polo games.

Vee and Fiona meet up for a girls weekend once a year where they find a hotel with a spa and a bar. They end up inviting Debbie and Tami after a while. Lip jokes there should be a boys weekend but he can’t be bothered to organise it.

[usopps-devotee]

Keyhole

@zoros-void because your zoro fic had be thinking about thigh fucking

@mytheoristavenue you're a slut for my work and usopp

@owlight because I love you ♡♡

Tags: smut, mirror sex, thigh fucking, praise, hair pulling, slight soft dom usopp, Grammer and spelling mistakes I JUST finished writing this and idc to proof read it

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He didn't mean to stare. He's been told it's rude by some, but usopp knows better. He knows you love the feeling of having his undivided attention, and neither of you can get enough. Your training session with zoro ended a few minutes ago, and now the two of you are discussing techniques and weak points. Usopp can't take his eyes off your shorts, particularly the small gap between your thighs right under the pretty kitty he loves so much.

He doesn't want to have thoughts like this, he wants to get back to what ever conversation he was having before that he definitely does not remember at this point. Thinking about how the space would be perfect to slip his cock between, the feeling of your soft plush thighs, soaked pussy, sensitive clit, all rubbing against him. It's almost too much for him to handle, almost. More than anything he wants, needs, these filthy thoughts in his head to become a reality.

Usopp waits for you to head to the showers, knowing you don't like to feel all sweaty and icky, unless he was the cause. He's made a nice bath for you with salts, essential oils, and flower peatls in the water. Walking in alleviated some of the tension in your shoulders. Although you could tell something about his kindness felt misplaced for now you chose to let his plan unfold. The feeling of his hands on your skin is addictive, rough and callus from fights and working around the ship. He helps you take off your clothes hands lingering in his favorite places on your body. Chest to play with your nipples, earning a soft whimper as fingers rolled the soft buds, down to your hip and running over the dips as he squeezed at your flesh, right over to your thighs. The soft muscles that got Usopp all hot and bothered enough to set this plan in motion.

Placing kisses all along your neck he let his towel drop to the floor, he thanks Nami in his head for her choice of hotel rooms seeing as the mirror in the bathroom was huge. Though he was behind you he could still see you falling apart under his touch, more importantly with the both of you being naked he can see your keyhole clear as day without the obstruction of fabric.

Looking at his reflection makes you feel small, there's a hunger in his eyes like he wants to devour you whole, you're not too far off from the truth. He wants you to feel good, so good that you're unable to think about anything other than his cock. He wants to render all your thought useless just as you had done to him, he wants to break that beautiful body of yours. Grinding against your ass usopps hands are on your hips once more, this time his grip is damn near bruising.

"Baby let's try something new tonight please? You'll like it I promise." He's not looking in your eyes, only focusing on his desires. You giggle and correct your posture hoping to make it easier on the taller man, it's simple to figure out what he wants, especially when you've been feeling his gaze since yall left the ship.

The sniper lines himself up and groans at the slick as his dick catches against your clit. Curses slip from both your tongues as he starts a steady pace. His eyes are locked on the image in front of him, the sight of the head of his cock between your thighs was better than the daydream plaguing his perverted mind.

The heat and arousal between your legs only increases as he mutters praises, he's making you dizzy yet in your mind he as done nothing but tease you. Telling you how good you are for letting him do this, how pretty your body looks in the mirror, how he can feel your thighs press together every thrust. It's hypnotic how your whole clenches at the friction on your clit, he can feel your pussy drool more and more each time. He makes mess out of you quickly, your eyes darting across the scene in front of you, never staying in one spot. Traveling from his face, the muscles of his arm, the cock you love so much. You have no clue what's gotten into him, but his desperation is unlike you've seen before. Rutting into your ass with vigor, the only thing you can do is grip the counter and take it.

Your eyes leave the mirror for a second before the hand that was once giving pleasure to your breast, slipped near the base of your scalp, pulling to force you to look, to see how good he was making you feel. Tears pricked in your eyes as pain mixed with pleasure, your pussy ached to be filled but you don't want him to stop what he's doing. You want to come so badly but it's not enough you want need just a little bit more.

Usopp must have had the same though, "Please don't look away, I don't want to have to pull out and do this again."  He uses his free hand to push you down, bending you over the counter as his other hand made sure you kept your head forward. He slipped in with ease, cock reaching deep inside to make you see stars. You couldn't help or hold back the oragasm as his cock reached down to your cervix for the first time tonight.

Usopp doesn't dare give you a moment to breathe, acting on his own selfishness he fucks straight through your peak, tears working as motivation and confirmation. He wants to make this last he, he wishes he could be he knows he's close behind you. Feeling your head start to dip on his grip he gives you another tug feeling how clench tighter at the action. "Fuck, I know it's a lot baby but just a little more. Hold out for me okay? You can do that right my good girl?"

You nodded as he started to toy with your clit, hips bucking into yours wildly, slowly his rhythm starts to get sloppier. You can feel his cock twitching against your walls. It didn't take long for him to fill you, legs shaking as he got what he's been mentally pleading for. As the same time you reached second of the night, while it was weaker than the overwhelming intensity of your first oragasm he still made your eyes roll to the back of your head as he emptied himself inside of you.

[foxyarchive]

do u do headcanons for ships? its okay if u don’t, but i would love domestic pocket/shiv headcanons if u do!!

Pocketknife[Shiv/Pocket] Headcanons - Domestic

I absolutely do ship asks!! You can also find what kind of requests I accept here on my AO3! Hope you enjoy this, I definitely got a little carried away haha.

Despite growing up with a silver spoon in their mouth half their life, Pocket actually is a decent cook. Nothing mind blowing, but they usually do most of the cooking. Shiv likes to be nosey in the kitchen while they cook, which Pocket acts like it annoys them to no end… But really they enjoy having his company around. They'll cook together sometimes as well. Whenever it's Shiv's night to figure out food if his partner isn't feeling up to it, most of the time they're going to go out or order in. This guy can make like two dishes beyond the basic array and to be honest he doesn't really want to learn anymore lmao

Pocket's odd jobs they take lead them all over the city, but if there's ever a chance that them and Shiv can walk most of the way to work together? Shiv is all over that shit. It's rare that their schedules line up enough for it to happen, but when it does, you can bet your ass Shiv's insisting they walk together. “Now, you can either loop your arm through mine, we can go hand in hand, or I can just sling my arm around ‘ya. What's it gonna be?” Once again, Pocket acts like they're embarrassed by the insistence, but… Really they love it.

Shiv prefers date nights out, while Pocket prefers them in. When they go out, it's usually bowling, a movie, or a jazz bar they can relax and have a few drinks at. Shiv likes to explore different places, but he definitely is always coming back with his date to a few of his favorite spots. When they stay in, Pocket will always bring out a new, lavish recipe that they cook together. They'll wine and dine each other inside before settling down with an activity Pocket's come up with. It could be something from a board game, to a craft, watching something on the television/listening to the radio, and what have you.

They're both pretty good about waking up early. There isn't a situation between them where one always oversleeps and needs to be woken up by the other. Deep down, Pocket wishes that Shiv would oversleep sometimes just a little because they'd love to wake him up with breakfast or a cup of coffee. Sometimes, though, Pocket lounges after they wake up, and often tries to convince Shiv to stay in bed a little longer with them. It works a little under half the time, and although most of the time it turns into cuddling and chatting about nonsense, some of the time it ends up with them needing a shower afterwards.

Although the bathroom is cramped, they try to share the space, and that's only because Shiv takes forever to get ready. He's got a whole fucking step by step process he has to do for his morning routines and he will not leave the house unless he does it. Pocket finds it charming, but also very annoying. Thankfully, Shiv understands that maybe the time spent getting his hair to look just perfect among all of his other grooming habits is a bit abnormal, so he'll adjust however he can to make it easy for Pocket to get in and do what they need to do.

Pocket loves rainy days. It means they get to stay in and cuddle if there's no pressing work to be done because Shiv would actually rather die than let his hair get all fucked up outside for everyone to see. It took him months just to let his pride ease enough to let Pocket see him with his perfect ‘do undone.

Shiv thinks that the frogs Pocket keeps are cute, but he doesn't wanna interact with them beyond that. He's not a huge animal person, but he understands it's Pocket's thing. Truth be told, they could probably come home with a couple of stray animals and Shiv would probably bite his tongue and let it happen even if he doesn't really want them. It would probably end up with the stereotypical situation, though, of the dad who begrudgingly lets the animal stick around and then ends up becoming best friends with it LMAO

Speaking of frog pets!-- Shiv will get little things to put in the terrarium he sees out and about while working. “Got this cool vamp’ skull, think it'd look good in the tank?” Pocket has also insisted that Shiv name one of the frogs, and although they're not particularly in love with the name Legs McJumper, they wouldn't dare to rename her.

They both take care of each other's wounds when they come home banged up. It's a lot more common for Shiv to be roughed up rather than Pocket, as the latter tries to avoid getting into a scuffle when they can. Shiv will try to get his wounds tended to at headquarters if they're particularly nasty because they have some good tech for it, but if he has a couple cuts or bruises he'll just make his way home instead. Acts like he doesn't enjoy being doted on and treated by Pocket but he does, of course. Pocket, on the other hand, actually truly doesn't enjoy being tended to. They tend to keep the minor injuries to themselves if they can, but Shiv has both a keen eye and nose and can sniff out blood or injury pretty easily. He doesn't like seeing Pocket hurt, but he does enjoy hearing about how they kicked ass(hopefully HAH).

Requests are still open if there's something you want to see!

[fall0utmind]

Look… normally when i read a fanfic for a specific ship which includes a side ship/love triangle with one of the main characters, i just ignore it and skip over the parts because i know it will end badly and i am reading the story for the main ship….

Well… ehm… this is not working for the medical leak au… how do you manage to make dovquez more and more appealing each chapter while it isn’t even the focus of the story? Like i’m a rosquez shipper 100% (its just such an insane dynamic), but in this story omg i swear to god: either marc will end up with dovi in some way/shape/form or vale will become the human equivalent of a worm crawling on the ground asking for forgiveness (or preferably both)

Anyways: that chapter was so wonderful and also painful and i loved the part where alex was cursing at vale in catalan… chefts kiss 1000/10 🤌🏻🤌🏻

I hope you have an amazing day and take care!

This is such a win for me omg.

Honestly, I've converted myself into a dovi x marc lover. I'm brainstorming a fic for them rn...

I don't know how I've done it, but I'm taking this. Everyone wants dovquez, and honestly, I don't blame them. So there's definitely an alternative ending coming. Dw, it is still rosquez, although only once Valentino literally gets on his knees and begs for forgiveness, lol.

I'm so intrigued that everyone loves dovi and I'm so glad it's got you all thinking so thank you for asking!!!!!

Also, yes!! Alex swearing in catalan was inspired by another ask, and it just fits. I had to look up catalan swearing on reddit lol so I'm glad you like it!!

Thank you so much🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼