#luhan fanfics

[louscartridge]

dating bose o'brien thoughts or wtvr

bose obrien x gn reader

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform.

cw- reader knows bose is brainstorm, cuddling, mentions of horror movies, established relationship, reader calls bose 'baby' and /silly' once, angst/hurt +comfort if you squint, reader and bose say "i love you" to eachother.

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❥ bose is Literally the most golden retriever boyfriend to ever exist. anyways following you around and wanting to be with you. he'd (attempt to) do almost anything for you. when you're not around he gets all mopey and cant stop talking about you.

"no wonder he cant remember anything. all he ever thinks about is y/n"

❥His love language(s) are physical touch, and gift giving. Hes always clinging onto you when hes scared, or sad, or just around you honestly. You remember that one episode of danger force where shwoz's mom was "sick" and bose got her golf clubs? (Im gonna pretend he used his own money for that 💀) He uses the little money he gets from occasionally working at nacho ball, on you.

you put what bose had bought you back in the box, and onto the table that was in the middle of the couch the two of you were sitting on.

"Bose, baby. As much as i love this, and you, you really dont have to spend any of your money on me at all. Get something YOU want for yourself." you tell him.

"All i want to myself is you" he replies, his voice cracking slightly at the end making you smile while you blush at his statement.

"Ok, Ill tell you what. How about you get that new dvd you were talking about a few days ago, and we can watch it together. Then, we'll both have what we want"

❥ Obviously you guys watch shows and movies together all the time. I feel like he really likes watching cartoons with you alot too. You make him happy, cartoons make him happy, therefore- extra happy bose. You love horror movies, but as we know, bose is a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies. However, that doesnt mean that he wont watch them with you. He knows how much you like them, and he also knows how much it means to the both of you to watch stuff together.

Youre on of the few people he'll actually watch a horror movie with. Though he still gets scared, he always feels the most safe and secure while watching a horror movie when youre there. Boes is practically hooked on your back like a koala, and his arms loosely wrapped around your neck. As hes watching the movie with you, he would occasionally yelp, and bury his face in the crock of your neck and his arms, tightening the hold his arms have around your neck slightly, all while saying "im not scared i dont know what you're talking about"

❥ This man absolutely loves cuddling. Spooning, sitting in the others lap, it didnt matter. As long as you were touching eachother, he was happy.

Hes most definitely is usually a little spoon. He feels insanely safe and protected by you. As much as he always says to the rest of his co-workers and friends that he "can protect himself" you know that sometimes he needs a little help, and he gets more scared then hed like to admit. With you tho, he had absolutely no doubt that he'll be alright.

❥ i feel like bose doesnt really care too much about sounding cheesy when hes talking to you or about you. At first he might've been a little scared to tell you how he feels about you, but after that, god he just keeps going on. He loves you and he'll sure as hell tell you that he does. He doesnt say "i love you" excessively, but he definitely says it at least twice everyday. At least once in the morning, and at least once before he or you go to sleep.

He actually said it first. One of his favorite shirts got ripped and he asked you to fix it. When you were done sewing it and gave it back to him, he exitedly grabbed it out of your hands while enthusiasticly saying "oh my god thank you, i love you" before running away.

a bit later bose came back to the couch in the mans nest where you were sitting, only this time he was wearing the shirt that you had just fixed for him a little bit ago. He sat down next to you but he seemed kinda anxious.

"Whats wrong bose?" You asked him, leaning forward slightly so you could see his face better. He was biting at his lower lip a little and looking down at his hands that were bouncing up and down from his leg bouncing. "I-im sorry if i weirded you out or anything earlier" he said not looking up from his hands. "No you didnt. Why would you? You didnt do anything" you took your left hand and softly brought it up to his jaw , turning his face so you could see eachother properly. Bose hesitated for a second before answering. "When I said i love you" it seemed as if he was holding himself back from looking at you, instead he was looking aimlessly behind you, or back down again. Only time time, instead of seeing his hands, he sees his knees slightly touching yours. You slowly rubbed your boyfriends cheekbone with your thumb. "Oh my god bose, thats what you're worried about?" You chuckle slightly. "I love you too. I said it back, you just ran away too fast for you to hear it silly" Once you said that, boses eyes immediately shot to yours. "Really?" Even tho he said it quietly, you could still hear the happiness in his voice.

"Really." You confirmed, bringing him into a soft kiss.

[lvsciously]

Give me Bomika winter episode ideas now.

Art by me😆

[the-bar-sinister]

Matcha and Blue Moon for the selfship ask game!

Thank you so much for the prompt! :D

ask game link

matcha: what kind of gifts does your F/O give you? Are they always buying you little presents or do they invest only in larger items for birthdays or holidays? blue moon: is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?

Jewels from the Sea (909 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Hancock couldn't seem to predict what Luffy was going to do from hour to hour, let alone day to day. Despite the fact that this was supposed to be one of his 'rest' days during his training instead of lounging around the palace, today he'd had her pack a lunch and dragged her off to a rather lonesome but beautiful beach at the edge of the island.

The scant remnants of the rather handsome boxed lunches she’d packed now sat in their lacquered wooden boxes in a pile on the edge of the woven blanket she now sat in the center of. Warm kisses and stories about his training were shared aplenty between them, and now Luffy had taken to running here and there through the sand and just on the edge of the shallows while she watched with a fond smile.

He was an enigma, at least to a woman so used to firm routine and a certain expectation for her days as queen of Amazon Lily. But an enigma held her attention…it drew her eye.

She wasn't sure what he'd been doing as he ran to and fro in the sand, but now she noticed that he had stopped and sat down a little way away from the surf, and seemed to be intently occupied with something in his lap.

She stood in a long-legged and elegant motion, dusting sand from her lap as she sauntered over towards him on quiet footfalls to sneak up behind him with a curious half smile. 

There was a spool of hemp sitting next to him and he had an oversized needle in one hand. He noticed her coming despite her quiet approach and craned his head. He gave her an enormous grin.

"Don't look yet, give me one more minute!"

Hancock held her hands up with a low chuckle and a smile. 

“Of course, darling.” 

Even so, her curiosity welled within her as she paced her way instead to the ocean, letting the water lap against her feet with the strange tingle of powerlessness as it sought to sap the demon power from her with every wave.

“The ocean is beautiful isn’t it?” She mused as she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and see just what he was up to. 

"It is," Luffy said, his voice partially covered by the sound of the surf. "When I was little I used to love swimming. I still love looking at it."

She heard a little clinking noise coming from his lap.

He was making something…jewelry perhaps? Or perhaps some sort of trinket…

She laughed. “I absolutely agree with that. I love watching the waves stretching out to the horizon. When I was a child, I too loved to swim…to bathe in mother ocean. Now I’m content simply to look at it and appreciate its power.” 

"It's hard to look at something and not be able to have it, huh?" Luffy huffed and shaked himself off almost doggishly before he jumped to his feet. "Alright, you can look now!"

She'd been right in her guess– when Hancock turned to see, Luffy was holding a necklace made of bright blue and white shells, all carefully strung and knotted together.

“It certainly i–” She stared at the necklace with a gasp, her fingers against her lips as she watched the pearlescent shells catch the waning sunlight.

When she was a girl, she’d appreciated the beauty of the sea’s gifts— shells, polished rocks, and driftwood. It struck that place, deep inside her, to see the lovingly created necklace of simple shells dangling from his fingers.

“It’s beautiful, Luffy.” 

"Come here." He grinned at her, his large, dark eyes bright and playful as he stood with it in his hands.

Hancock, the Pirate Empress, hurried over with an almost girlish excitement. She bent low, her hair framing her face as she smiled widely at him in return.

He lowered the necklace carefully over her head and adjusted it around her neck. His warm, rough fingers brushed on her bare skin as he carefully settled it in place.

"There!"

Hancock shivered with a joyous grin before her fingers rose to brush the shells where they rested just under her throat. They were smooth against her fingers, and carried the scent of the bountiful ocean with them…

She felt her face heat up as she looped an arm around Luffy to draw him close. “It's lovely, darling Luffy,” she murmured fondly. “I haven’t gotten a gift like this in a good long while.” 

He scooped his arms around her, and rested his head on her chest, just under the dangling shells. "I know you already have a lot of pretty jewelry, but I wanted to make it for you."

Hancock’s fingers toyed with the ends of his hair as her chin rested atop his head, the pitter patter of love’s hurricane swirling inside her. She had all the jewels in the world— a trove of gold, silver, jewelry and priceless artifacts all taken in conquest of her enemies…

But there was something so priceless, so heart warming about a gift created for her by someone she loved.

“It’s all the more special to me for that, Luffy. I’ll wear it proudly, as a memory of the one I love.” 

Luffy looked up at her with his warm, dark eyes, and smiled happily, swaying back and forth with her on the beach.

"I'm glad."

[youreiludida]

☆Goodbye so Goodbye.

[luhans-cumstained-body]

never meet your heroes 🎀

fandom(s) ; exo + the boys pairing ; lu han x soldier boy summary ; absolutely infatuated with soldier boy, lu han thought only good things would come from having sex with the supe. a taste of the make-believe hero's real personality only happens mid-way through. wordcount ; 3.8k content ; anal sex, anal fingering, large cock, creampie, age difference, sexism, homophobia, homophobic language, dacryphilia, slapping, choking, hair pulling, doggy style, crossdressing, interracial, daddy kink, degradation, pwp warnings ; dubious consent

read the full thing on ao3 - here ! there's a small preview under the cut.

A giddy giggle came from Lu Han no matter how much he tried to hold it in. He doubted it was what Soldier Boy wanted to hear, what he found attractive in the midst of making out with someone, but Lu Han simply couldn’t help himself. He didn’t think this day would come. He had hoped for it, sure, but through all of his attempts at seducing him he didn’t think he would actually succeed. He knew he was several decades too young to pass as Soldier Boy’s type. He liked women from Lu Han’s grandmothers’ generation, not Lu Han who had barely passed twenty. That was why he knew it would be bad to giggle, it showed his age all too clearly. But he just couldn’t help himself, he idolized Soldier Boy. Throughout his life, he had grown up hearing about Soldier Boy from his grandfather. Stories of how he was a true hero, someone who cared, someone nice. Lu Han had grown up watching his movies, even though Soldier Boy wasn’t a hero of his generation. It had left Lu Han feeling infatuated with the much, much older man. A little more earnest in trying to have sex with him. One thing his grandfather never added when praising Soldier Boy was how handsome he was. Lu Han found that out himself. It was why, in his teen years, he always stared dreamily at the posters on his walls. ...

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[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 28

Car Sex - Luhan

!sub Luhan

One thing that you really loved about Luhan, is that he was so easy to work up. No matter the time or place, you always found a way. Tonight, the situation was made for that.

It is dark out, and Luhan has been driving for hours. You are on a road trip, and this is one of the first long-haul trips you have done thus far. Skipping town, and avoiding the price of a hotel room, you are taking turns behind the wheel whenever the other gets tired. Luhan is stubborn though, and apart from a couple rest breaks to use the bathroom and stretch your legs, you have been on the road for close to ten hours now. You know that he should sleep, but convincing him to pull over so that you can swap out is proving difficult.

You do what you know best, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh, noticing the way that he tenses up straight away. You pretend to pay no mind, letting your hand roam a little upwards, now seeing his jaw clench, the shadows cast by the infrequent streetlights accentuating the sharp angle. It has been so long since you have seen another car on the road, only more of a reason to pull over, no risk of being hit as you get out to swap who is sitting where.

Luhan tries his hardest, which isn’t nearly as much effort as you would put in, to resist, even as your hands move higher, fingers digging into his hips, hand slipping between his thighs, pretending not to feel his cock as it hardens quickly without you even properly touching it yet. His breath catches in his throat when you lay your palm flat, pressing down on his length, and he glances over at you quickly before again attempting to focus on the road ahead.

“Baobei,” He gasps, his words are strained, “I’m driving… please, I need to focus.”

You giggle at this, unbuckling your seatbelt, not caring about the road laws, you lean over the centre console to press a kiss to his cheek as you find the waistband of his tracksuit pants to slip a hand underneath. You don’t want to risk his vision of the road, so kiss away from his eyes and to his ear instead, nibbling his earlobe gently if only to hear the pathetic whimper that leaves him. He is growing impatient, although still headstrong, you know that it won’t be difficult to break that.

“Come on, Lulu,” You whisper into his ear, feeling him tense up again just as your fingers graze his cock, “Pull over, please?”

Luhan shakes his head, trying to compose himself, “We are only halfway there.”

You wrap your hand around his length now, just as you lick a stripe down his neck. Gently stroking his cock, urging him with your words and your actions to give in. He must not be far off now, that you can tell by the way that his foot lifts off the pedal just a bit, slowing down only just enough for you to notice. His pleads for you to let him go are slowly fading, replaced with soft moans, escalating as your movements speed up, and soon, his grip on the wheel tightens, he is giving in, and you are so ready.

Pulling over into the next off-road stop he can find, you are grateful to see no other cars parked, and Luhan is on you in a second. His hand slips down the side of your seat to lay it back, just as he clambers over the console to get on top of you. Your hands are in his hair as he works at your pants, desperately tugging them down and groaning when he feels how wet you already are, worked up yourself just from teasing him the way that you did.

“Fuck, Lu,” You moan as he enters you with two fingers, still wanting to prepare you, he always has to be gentle, you like it best that way, “Good boy, fuck.”

He grows impatient quickly, but you didn’t need much preparation, soon taking his cock all the way, his first thrust particularly hard, especially for him, out of sheer desperate need to feel your walls around him, to relieve himself more than you had allowed with your hands, you now give him some of the power, to take out on you what you held back from him. This was your objective, loving him best when he has insatiable desire, you love the way that he fucks you fast and eager, kissing you deeply, needing to be as close to you as possible, as much inside of you as he can, tongue halfway down your throat, he is a mess.

“Feels so good, baobei,” He whines, sweat beading on his brow bone, “You take me so well, fuck, I needed this, I needed you.”

You cry out with another hard thrust, just as Luhan moves his hand down to bring you closer, fingers on your clit, swollen and sensitive from him touching it earlier, and the way that his cock inside you urges you closer to the edge. He feels it, and feels himself closer too, you have no idea how much time has passed, but the windows are fogged up despite Luhan cracking the driver’s side open just a little while he was driving. You don’t want to wait anymore, happy to fall apart, legs shaking under him as he fucks you over and through your peak, cries of his name and appreciation of his skills come from you as your body clenches to him, dragging him into his own release too, painting your insides white as his calls of your name fall silent with the intensity of his orgasm. His breathing is staggered as he slows, pulling out and dressing himself again as you do, though only your lower half is bare.

“Can I drive now?” You ask, “You need to sleep.”

Luhan yawns as you open the passenger's side door, finally giving in, although begrudgingly, “Okay,” He sighs, as he kisses you once more, “Thank you, baobei.”

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[bpcybhk]

Olá!

Eu sou a Tata, e estou aqui para te convidar para uma jornada de coração e alma. Minha nova história, "Apenas sete dias - Sete noites de redenção" (Chanbaek), já está disponível no Wattpad e promete ser uma viagem inesquecível.

Imagine ter apenas sete dias para reconquistar o amor da sua vida. É isso que Chanyeol enfrenta após meses de trabalho incessante que o afastaram de Baekhyun, o homem que ele ama. Agora, com o divórcio batendo à porta, Chanyeol pede sete dias para se despedir, mas em seu coração, ele tem um plano secreto para reconquistar Baekhyun.

Cada capítulo é um dia na contagem regressiva dessa emocionante história de amor, perda e redenção. Será que Chanyeol pode reverter o destino e salvar seu amor? Junte-se a nós para descobrir!

Para começar a ler, basta procurar por "Apenas sete dias - Sete noites de redenção" no Wattpad ou visitar meu perfil @bpcybhk. Não esqueça de deixar suas estrelas e comentários; adoraria saber o que você pensa!

Com carinho,

Tata! ♡

[𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎]

[zkdillin17]

JunHan - Alpha's Bite | SVT ABO!AU

"Junhui is the bastard son of the leader of the southern pack and has always been looked down upon by the village, but upon meeting a lonely omega named Luhan, he discovers that everyone can find a home in this world. "

[typingtipsandtails]

Anyone has recommendations for Luffy x Hancock fanfics/doujinshis? 🥺 I feel like I can never find any. I’ve already checked out A03 and fanficton.net

Any recommendations would be nice

[xingsoxygen]

Xiuchen / Xiuchenhan on ao3

Sleepless Night is here! Xiuchen fans, xiuchenhan fans. YOUR RARE PAIR IS HERE. My baby got translated, horror and main character death implied! Dreams and Nightmare fanfic, give me kudos <3

Please check out my work, your support means a lot! Xiumin, Chen and Luhan ARE QUEERPLATONIC. IS IMPLIED

[louscartridge]

wait it out

Bose o'brien x gn reader.

Summary- y/n has locked themselves in boses room for close to a week. Eventually tho, y/n ends up breaking down.

CW- panic attacks, established relationship, cuddling, bruises, slight language, slight yelling, petnames (sweet, babe), lack of sleep and food, just like overall alot of things that come with depression. Reader and bose say the l word at the end 😱😱 Also very lazily proof read💀💀

"Hey ms. Y/l/n. Is it ok if y/n sleeps over at my place again?"

You haven't left boses room in days.

You would wait as long as you could before getting up to go to the bathroom, you werent eating unless bose brought you something, and even then, you wouldn't eat all of it.

You weren't going to school (not like you were going all that much to begin with).

You were either sleeping all day or not at all. captain man and danger force had to fight crime without you. You know how much sometimes bose can just shut down when he gets scared. Usually when that happens, he relies on you. Though you weren't all that worried knowing that chapa would be with him.

Speaking of chapa, she had tried to "threaten" you to get up, but she knew first hand that that wasn't gonna work. Plus, she could never actually bring herself to hurt you.

on top of that, you were barely even speaking to your boyfriend. You haven't left his room in about almost 4 days, he'd be there when you woke up, and he'd be there when you went to sleep. yet you wouldn't talk to him. It wasn't anything towards him by any means. You weren't talking to anyone actually.

Your scilence was what worried him. You've had little episodes like this before, but you'd always talk to bose. Maybe not about what was wrong, but you'd still talk to him about something regardless.

You feel the end of bose's side of the bed dip slightly.

"Your mom said you could sleep over again"

his voice was slightly muffled since he was changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

Bose laid down next to you so you were facing each other.

He brought his left hand to your jaw and neck, with his thumb on tour cheekbone.

Despite how you were feeling, you were still leaning into his touch. The slow pace of his thumb rubbing your upper cheek grounding you a little.

He wished there was more he could do. He knows there's not, and all he has to mainly do is just be there for you, but also give you space if you need it, and wait.

"Y/n" your boyfriend whispers. "You dont have to talk at all, but can you at least just look at me?" He says softly

You open your eyes per his request. The sound of his voice broke you. He was worried for you and you knew it. God did you hate worrying bose. He's always so happy, and for the most part, carefree. Even tho you know he isn't always as happy as he leads on to be, he's always trusted you to tell everything to and break down in front of.

Growing up, bose has trusted people and gotten left in the dust multiple times by the same people. Mainly from his stepdads. He eventually stopped trusting people as much as he used to-- Until he met you.

You wish you were able to cry and show emotions as much and comfortably around bose as he did with you.

As much as it also hurts bose to see you cry, hes told you before that he'd rather see you cry and talk to him, then get nothing at all.

As bose was looking into your eyes, he had realized just how truly exhausted you looked. Not only sleep wise, but also mentally. He could tell by how you would do something as simple as turn over to take a drink from your cup off the nightstand was a lot for you at the moment.

"Is there anything that's wrong that you know of? Or do you just need a bit to reset?"

You shrug at his question, not really knowing how to answer without alunding embarrassing or awkward.

Bose holds your hand and sits up, making you sit up with him. "Come on if you're not gonna talk to me, at least talk to someone else"

"But that's part of the problem bose! I can't! Unlike you, i have no one to talk to!"

Your sudden outburst causes bose to move back a little and slightly knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean 'unlike me' ?"

"I mean like, literally everyone you surround yourself with is always there for you. Always coddling you and paying attention to you, even if they seem like they're not. hell- henry, my own brother for christs sake talks to you more then he talks to me."

You can feel yourself start to shake already, probably from your air quickly leaving you rather soon into your rant, and also from full anxiety settling in now.

"Y/n we talk to literally all the same people. There's not one person that one of us talks to that the other doesn't. And doesn't henry not really talk to you anymore cause he didn't want you to get killed?"

"Oh great! So he doesn't want anything to happen to me, but he's fine with you dying"

Bose could feel your hand get tighter around his.

In a way, he was glad that you were finally speaking, but now you're just spiraling, and it's turning into a panic attack.

He tried to hold out for as long as he could, continuing to listen to you. He never really knew what to do when you would have panic attacks. He's usually pretty awkward himself when it comes to comforting you (-- anyone) when it comes to crying.

You never cared tho. all you needed was him. Just his presence helps more then he'll ever know.

"Ow-" he breathed trying to pull his arm away. "Y/n...."

you couldnt even hear him.

Your hearing was fading in and out, you could barely even hear yourself. Your body was practically numb that you didnt even feel that you were still holding onto your boyfriends hand.

"Babe" he says a bit sterner.

Nothing.

"Y/n stop that frickin hurts!"

That got your attention.

You immediately let go and look at his hand and wrist thats now red. "Fuck-shit, im so sorry. i didn't mean to i swear i- i"

it was all too much.

You were thinking about too much at once, and now you felt guilty.

Bose could feel how hot you were just from when your hand was on his.

"Hey, hey no its ok. Just... try to calm down a bit. ill be right back."

You bit your lower lip and nodded while you watched him as he left the room.

By the time he came back, you were a lot calmer then you were a few minutes ago.

"Here lift your hair up for a second" bose says from behind you.

Soon after you lift your hair up, you feel a cold and slightly damp sensation on the back of your neck.

When you hear him say "ok" you put your hair back down.

"I just put a cold wash cloth on your neck. My mom used to do it to me all the time in the summer as a kid when i would get hot in my sleep. Also, I got you some water and goldfish" he says handing the water and goldfish to you.

You put your fresh cup of water on the nightstand after taking a sip of it and set your goldfish in the middle of you and bose. "Thank you. And im sorry again" you apologize before taking his wrist in your hands, rubbing it with your thumbs.

Bose shifts his body to lay down again but still proped up. "Come here sweets" he says pulling you to sit in between his legs before he hands you his tv remote and tells you to put something on.

"I love you" you kiss his hand. "So much"

"And i love you" he kisses the nape of your neck. "So much"

[cherryeoo]

The Perfect Surprise

Glancing up at the large digital clock on the wall, you realized it was time to leave. Smiling, you quickly made your way to the back, untied your apron, and untucked your shirt, letting out a breath of relief. Grabbing your things, you clocked out and dashed to your car. As you pulled your phone out of your purse, you texted your boyfriend of four years to let him know you were heading home to freshen up.

Sliding into the driver's seat and buckling your seatbelt, you heard your phone chime. The message on the screen read: "I'll see you shortly. Be safe. I love you." Smiling, you placed your phone back in your purse and started the car. The upbeat sound of EXO's latest track, "Run," filled the space, and you couldn't help but sing along, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel as excitement bubbled within you.

When you pulled into the driveway, you turned off the engine and hurried inside. You'd already laid out your outfit before work, so getting ready was quick. Satisfied with your look, you fixed your hair just in time to hear your boyfriend calling from downstairs. Grinning, you stepped out of the bathroom and rushed down to greet him.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. His long arms encircled your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as he spun you in playful circles. The sound of your laughter mixed with his as he buried his face in your neck.

"I missed you," Luhan said, smiling down at you.

"Luhan, you saw me this morning!" you teased, giggling.

He cupped your face in his warm hands and kissed you gently. "I know, but it's been too long anyway."

His kiss sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, just like it always did. Smiling, you placed your hands on his chest and leaned up to peck his lips again. "I missed you too. So... where are we going?"

"It's a secret," he replied with a mischievous grin, pulling out a sleek black blindfold and dangling it in front of you.

"Oh no, you're not putting that on me!" you exclaimed, shaking your head and backing away.

"Please, baby. For me?" he pleaded, his big brown eyes sparkling with aegyo.

You sighed in defeat, grabbing the blindfold from his hand. "Fine, but not until we're close to wherever you're taking me."

"Deal. By the way, you look beautiful." He beamed before pulling you into another warm hug, lifting you off your feet again.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," you teased, admiring his outfit—a white button-down with the top buttons undone, revealing a fitted tank underneath, paired with black jeans and matching Converse. Coincidentally, you were wearing the same sneakers he'd given you for Christmas, paired with jean shorts and an off-the-shoulder white top that complimented your frame.

Hand in hand, the two of you walked out to his car. Ever the gentleman, Luhan opened the passenger door for you before slipping into the driver's seat. As he started the car, Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me" began to play.

You leaned back against the seat, letting the melody wash over you, and smiled as Luhan began singing along. His voice, soft and soulful, never failed to send chills down your spine. Toward the end of the song, he glanced at you, catching your gaze with a shy smile. You couldn't help but blush and look away.

After what felt like a short drive, Luhan slowed the car and turned to you. "Alright, we're almost there. Time for the blindfold."

"Really?" you whined, hoping to talk your way out of it.

"A promise is a promise," he reminded you, giving you a playful look.

Reluctantly, you tied the blindfold over your eyes, ensuring it was snug but not uncomfortable. As the car moved again, you tried to focus on the sounds and smells around you, hoping to figure out where he was taking you. Eventually, the soothing music lulled you into a light nap.

When the car came to a stop, Luhan gently shook you awake. You felt him unbuckle your seatbelt and help you out of the car, steadying you when your foot caught the curb.

"Luhan?" you called softly, feeling a momentary pang of worry as he let go of your hand.

"I'm right here," he reassured you, grabbing your hands again. "Just a little longer."

He led you inside a building, the familiar aroma of coffee, chocolate, and cinnamon teasing your senses. You smiled, suddenly recognizing the smell of your favorite café—the very place where you and Luhan had met and had your first date.

"Ready?" Luhan whispered, his hands resting on the knot of the blindfold.

"Ready," you said softly.

As he removed the blindfold, you blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust. The café had been transformed into a cozy, intimate party space. Decorations in your favorite color adorned the walls, and a table at the back was piled high with colorfully wrapped presents. A beautifully decorated cake sat in the center, flanked by plates, forks, and a serving knife.

Before you could take it all in, the rest of EXO emerged from the back room, clapping and singing "Happy Birthday." Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back your emotions, but the love and thoughtfulness of it all overwhelmed you.

Luhan stepped in front of you, his face filled with concern. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"These are happy tears," you managed to say, laughing softly as you wiped your cheeks. "This is perfect—better than I could've ever imagined. Thank you."

Relieved, Luhan pulled you into a warm embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "I'm glad you like it."

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, cake, and heartfelt conversations. Each gift you opened brought more joy, and you made sure to thank everyone for being there despite their busy schedules. As you sat back with Luhan, sipping your favorite coffee, you looked around at the people who had become like family to you.

Luhan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "So... did I do a good job?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

"You did more than good," you said, leaning into him. "This is the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you, Luhan. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you rested against him, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew this would be a day you'd cherish forever.

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Deicide: Red Shift (85474 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 19/24

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

-

Kid was starting to lose count of the people in the room, as well as losing his patience, while Trafalgar brought him and his crew and the rest up to speed on what was going on topside.

Chaos. It was absolute chaos. Any time the Straw Hats were involved it was chaos. And they'd brought Trafalgar, and another former warlord of the sea with them. And a couple of famous marines. And who knew who else.

And that was before the fucking Charlottes showed up.

If he and everyone with him had been on high alert when Straw Hat arrived, the room absolutely bristled with anticipation when the next wave of people showed up.

Only for Straw Hat himself to immediately defuse the situation, grinning and stretching his arm impossibly high to wave.

"Katakuri!! You're here too?"

Kid rubbed his temples and took a few deep breaths. He felt his blood pressure rising. Killer squeezed him on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging thumbs up. Knowing Killer had his back always helped.

Just as he was adjusting to the new situation, he was hit in the face with another shock.

Standing around in back of the gawky group of Charlottes was someone he recognized.

Somebody who should be dead.

"Fuck me!! Quincy??" Kid's foul exclamation cut across the sea of jabbering voices.

"Uwaaaaa???" Quincy's voice hitched almost shrill at the end as she straightened up from where she was clearly zoning out of the conversation. She sat bolt upright, hair and crown bouncing on her head as her head darted around.

When her eyes fell on Kid, her lips split into an ear to ear grin, and she pushed her way past the long necked swordswoman's hip to run over with tears in her eyes. "CAPTAIN, fuck! I thought I'd never find ya again!" 

Kid was speechless for a moment as Quincy ran over to him. When he finally found himself, he grabbed her shoulders tightly– though careful not to crush her with his powerful false arm.

"You're fucking kidding me! Where the hell have you been?!"

Quincy rubbed the back of her head, shoulder shifting under his arm with a lopsided smile. "Well—when things went to hell I got pretty banged up, Cap. The Charlottes found me while lookin' for their mom, beat me up a little for an interrogation—"

"We hardly beat you," the pale haired swordswoman of the Charlottes muttered.

"Hardly beat me up a little for an interrogation," Quincy continued with a laugh. "and then offered to give me a ride." 

Killer, who had clearly been sizing up the Charlottes, came forward to clap her on the back. "Hardly beat you up! well thank fuck for that! We thought we lost you on Wano."

The sensation of triumph in Kid's chest sank like a grim stone to his stomach. Quincy had already been missing when they sailed from Wano. They'd figured she was dead. There had been a toast and everything.

Quincy didn't know about the rest of the crew.

Quincy rocked under the clap against her back, grinning from ear to ear as she peered around— she was obviously looking for them, wasn't she? She looked a little confused, even with the big smile, when she noticed only the Wano girls and none of the other familiar faces.

"I'm kinda hurt, Killer! A lil' fire ain't gonna kill a salamander, right?" She winked, adjusting her crown. "but yeah, I thought I was never gonna see you guys again. Figured you'd be all the way to the One Piece by now. So uh, where are the guys? Bouncin' around the venue, or…?" 

Kid and Killer shared a look, and they were both sure that Quincy could read it, as Kid's sneer faded and Killer's chin sank.

"......" Quincy's eyes widened, and her smile slowly faded into a grimace. "...no way. They–no. They made it outta Wano, right? I thought you all did. Didn't hear—I mean…" 

"We ran into a marine admiral," Killer growled.

"Got his head with us." Kid's sneer returned, this time carrying a cruel twist of anger and pain

Quincy's teeth grit together as her shoulders shook. 

"....good. I hope you made the body suffer while he could still feel it." Her eyes darted up, slit like a reptile's as she took a shuddering breath. "...Cap, if you're gonna cut your way through more marines, count me in. I wanna take this anger out on 'em in a big way." 

Kid grabbed Quincy's wrist tightly with his still-human hand. 

Quincy– he'd complained about her a lot over the years. Mostly fondly. If someone had asked him who from the crew he'd bring back, if he had one chance– well, okay, if someone asked him that he'd beat their face to a pulp rather than answer such a nasty question.

Life didn't give people like Kid a lot of second chances.

He smiled and it showed teeth.

"Glad to have you back, Quince."

Quincy's fingers squeezed his, her lips curled in a jagged smile of fangs and simmering fury.

"Boy am I damn glad to be back, Cap. The Charlottes were fun and all but they sure don't know how to fuckin' rock like you." 

"Nobody knows how to rock like us," Killer agreed.

"May I have your attention, please!" 

Kid sneered as he saw Cavendish jump up on one of the tables, waving for everyone to look at him like the fancy attention whore he was. The Straw Hats' Robin was with him too, though, and that, begrudgingly, got his attention. She might have something interesting to say.

-

Luffy wasn't thrilled to have his reunion with Katakuri cut short when Robin and Cabbage called for everyone's attention. But he was sure it was important, so he at least tried to listen.

Especially when it turned out to be about Uta.

Robin had started out by explaining that the room they were in was some sort of religious library—and that its primary focus being music wasn't just because the people of Elegia were really big into it.

They literally worshipped it. Robin went on to explain that the people of Elegia historically, and she believed currently, worshipped a god known as Tot Musica, a deity with domain over dreams and music. 

Luffy started to listen more closely when Robin started talking about gods. The topic got him like a hook in his navel, and he felt a sinking feeling.

He didn't like people who worshipped gods. It felt like they had already given up.

Tot Musica, Robin continued with her usual interested-yet-detached tone, had in broader Grand Line cultural texts been relegated to a 'demon' or a 'devil' rather than a god—if remembered at all. But the people of Elegia still worshiped fervently.

Fervently enough that they believed music to be an extension of Tot Musica's power, with the ability to awaken and inspire dreams in those who hear it. Sending expert musicians into the greater world was a 'mission' of theirs, spreading what they believed to be divine inspiration across the Grand Line and beyond.

Someone in the Charlottes interrupted, and told Robin to try and keep it brief. Luffy would have told them off for it, but he kind of wanted her to get to the point, too. She'd continued in a more measured pace after that—explaining that the people of Elegia had a belief that one day their God would return through the union of a vessel with a divine voice and a 'gift of holy spirit'.

Robin was quiet a moment, glancing briefly at Luffy with a slight furrow of her brow as she explained she believed this 'gift' to be a Devil Fruit, by descriptions of how the 'spirit' of Tot Musica was passed to the vessel. 

That had been exactly what Luffy was worried she was going to say.

He slammed his hands down on the table with a jolting slap, shaking all the books and items that were on top of it.

"Uta!! It's Uta!! Right?"

He stared at Robin for confirmation, but he already knew it. It made sense to him. That the reason Uta had gone nuts was the same reason that he'd almost lost himself on Wano.

A god, trying to control them both from the inside.

Robin nodded slowly at him, her lips in a hard line as she crossed her arm with a pensive sigh. "Yes. Without a doubt it's Uta. Her devil fruit gives her the ability to draw others into a dream world when she sings doesn't it? Meaning she has the powers ascribed to Tot Musica in the scriptures—Uta is almost certainly the vessel, with her devil fruit the 'spirit' of Tot Musica."

She fell quiet for a moment, as Nami hissed through her teeth to Luffy's side. "More fucking parasitic gods? Are you kidding me? How many of these things ARE there?"

The shock , dismay, and confusion in the straw hats was met with a mingling of confusion, understanding and concern from the other crews. 

Maybe not all of them had heard yet—about the Nika situation. Luffy could fill them in later. Or Robin could, probably.

"I'm afraid it gets worse, Luffy," Robin continued.

"Worse?" His body was already tensed for action. He was already ready to just throw himself out the door and go grab Uta by the shoulders.

And Robin wasn't done.

Well. There wasn't much more he needed to know, but he'd hear her out.

She closed her eyes. 

"The cult believes that Tot Musica will elevate its vessel into becoming the god of a 'new era'. A new world. They believe that its rebirth will create a world of dreams, a utopia under the control of their god—one I worry they are working to create as we speak. Given the worldwide concert broadcast." 

"So that's why we've been cut off," somebody said. Luffy didn't even register who it was. It wasn't one of his crew. One of Mingo's guys? Whatever, he didn't care.

"That's all I need to know," he said, adjusting his hat and clenching his fists. "I'm gonna go to Uta."

Like usual, he started moving before anybody could react.

-

Law was struck for a long moment—another god roosting inside someone's soul, because of a devil fruit? A music cult that wanted to dump everyone into a fucking dream world ruled over by Luffy's increasingly unhinged sister as the god ate her from the inside?

It was like a horror show. He felt himself tensing; he could remove a SMILE fruit easy enough, but a Devil Fruit was a whole other story. If this was a case of a zoan overtaking someone, there wasn't much he could do.

He was about to make a comment when he saw Luffy begin to move. Luffy—impulsive Luffy— was going to just charge right in there and try to punch the crazy out of her.

With a sharp hiss of breath, he darted after Luffy. "Straw Hat! Not yet— we gotta have a plan!" 

"I HAVE a plan!" Luffy insisted as he scrambled to the stairs. He paused to look back at them in the doorway to the stairs. "I'm gonna talk to her, and if that doesn't work, I'm gonna punch her until she listens!"

Zoro was already moving to follow his captain. "I'll help you get there."

'I'm gonna punch her until she listens' was—pretty much Luffy's only plan ever. Law grimaced, stumbling over himself as he teleported beside Luffy, even as the Straw Hat crew began to mobilize to help.

"Captain," Yamato called out. "...if ya need help punchin', I can help!!" 

Luffy's grim expression briefly turned into an over-wide grin. "Yeah! Anybody who wants to come help, come on!"

Straw Hat didn't have to say much to convince the rowdy, grumpy group of pirates, many of whom had been sitting around all day, that a fight was a good idea.

Yamato punched his fist into his palm. "Then leave it to us, Captain! We're gonna clear the path so you can save your sis!"

Even the Charlottes—recent enemies, seemed to perk up at the idea. The long necked swordswoman brushed her fingers over the grip of her sword with a smirk around her cigarette. "I wonder if a construct can feel pain. It should be fun to find out." 

In the mobilizing crowd, Law heard Doflamingo laugh. 

One thing was for certain, whatever forces were at work on the island, they weren't going to know what hit them.

-

Shanks had known that his haki had faltered since his encounter with Luffy, but it was still a shock how quickly and easily he had been overwhelmed by Uta's dream soldiers. Granted, this was her realm to begin with, it was easy for her to have them all at her mercy, but perhaps he had never felt weaker, more powerless, than when he and Buggy were captured and hauled on stage.

The crowd was panicking. Screams, gasps, murmurings and the sound of absolute awe as Uta stood above two Emperors of the sea with her microphone in hand and a radiant smile—the charred body of a Celestial Dragon hanging from the holy city's own symbol beside her, his entourage hanging dead from their musical staffs after she'd puppetted them to shoot one another at the climax of her song.

She'd committed the greatest crime their world had known. She'd killed an untouchable Celestial Dragon, and done so on live broadcast to the entire world.

Buggy was sitting on the stage, calmer than he expected him to be—or perhaps contemplative. He was frowning, understandably, and his eyes were searching out in the crowd for backup as he took as measured breaths as he could. 

Shanks knew what he had to do. He had to talk to her. There was no struggle of power that could solve this situation. But the memory of his ill fated discussion weighed heavy in his mind.

But there was nothing for it.

"Uta!" Shanks called out to her again. "This isn't the way I hoped we'd see each other again, but I'm glad to see you."

What had happened to her in the years since he'd left her to study here? What had gone wrong?

Uta was soothing the crowd—promises of a new world, and freedom from the Celestial Dragons, in the middle of it when she stopped short.

"They can't reach us anymore, everyone! The Celestial Dragons have no power in our New Genesis, we can be fre—" Her visible eye fell upon him with a thrum of haki in the air as her smile faded from her lips.

"Typical pirate—when you're facing something bigger than yourself, you resort to lying to weasel your way out of it." her voice dripped with disdain—anger—and something strange. "Everyone, listen to the Emperor of the sea! He's HAPPY to see your angel, Uta. Isn't that nice?"

They were bound below her, stuck like flies on flypaper to the musical staff that circled the stage and posed on their knees before the crowd. Not even Buggy's devil fruit power could slip away, stuck to the music as he was. 

Shanks didn't struggle. Not yet.

"Uta, why would I lie? of course I'm happy to see you?" Shanks grimaced. Buggy had been right. There was something wrong, deeply wrong.

Uta put her finger on her cheek as the crowd reacted with mingling shock, fear—and a concerning, growing undercurrent of something almost reverential.

"Why would he lie, gosh…" Uta placed her finger on her cheek, tilting her head to the side as her voice echoed across the crowd. "What do you think, everyone?"

The words 'liar', 'pirate', 'betrayal' and 'sinner' flashed over Shank's head. Some in the crowd began to chant it in time to the flashing of the lights. 

"Maybe because all you ever did was lie to me?" She smiled sharply down at him, an uncanny and cold smile that cut her face like a knife. "Like when you lied about wanting me on your crew—when you left me here?"

Shanks felt like he'd been punched in the chest. It was a feeling he'd been getting used to in the last couple of weeks, as everything he thought that he knew turned upside down.

"What? Uta, you asked me to leave you here! I didn't want to."

Uta's eyes narrowed, and suddenly the musical staff behind him tightened around his wrists painfully as she leaned in and grabbed his hair to yank his head up to meet her eyes. 

"Don't fucking lie to me, Shanks. I remember what happened, I KNOW what I saw, and it was you leaving the island without me. I know ALL about what you told the people of the island, too. So don't think you can just…just…"

Her eye twitched, and something strange came over her expression. "Just lie like that. It doesn't matter, anyway. This was where I belonged—with people who actually care. With people who need me to guide them into the promised land of the new genesis. A world without lying, scheming pirates like you."

Buggy suddenly spoke up "Hey, Uta. I dunno what the hell the people toldja, but I can tell you that Shanks has done nothing but angst about you for the past like…three fuckin' days. He's real broken up ab—"

A bit of musical staff darted out to cover his mouth as she held her hand towards him with a hiss of "silence." 

For a moment Shanks grappled with it. Was it his memory that was wrong? Or hers?

Or was something else wrong?

Something strange had come over her. And he remembered, suddenly, like a strike of lightning, that feeling he'd had the day many years ago that he'd tried to shake off for Uta's sake.

That something strange had overcome her.

"Uta, I don't know what happened to you here, but I only left you because you asked me to. I swear it. I wanted to keep you with me. I felt jealous– selfish. I pushed it away so that you could have what you wanted!"

The earnest feelings hurt to leave his mouth, especially here, bound and in front of such a huge crowd. The red emperor broken and humiliated. Pleading with a young girl.

But he didn't care.

There were things that were more important than pride. There had to be. Even if it was all that had carried him on in the last however many years.

Uta's foot stomped down on the stage to the sound of piano keys in a chaotic chord, as her expression grew angrier on the countless projections around the island. 

"You pushed me away because you didn't think I had what it took to be part of your crew! You didn't WANT me, Shanks. Don't feed me this 'giving me what I wanted' shit!"

She spread her arms, her wings shuddering behind her as they opened to a full wingspan— actual wings, not props like she'd liked to wear. "But I'll give you this much. Staying here was what I needed. I'm the musician who's going to save this world, and give it the new era you were always so obsessed with. My era. No more pirates crushing children's dreams. No more slavers branding others as property. No more Celestial Dragons lording above—all of it will be wiped away for liberation!"

Buggy twisted next to him—and he saw his hand slowly float up, having managed to detach at the right spot to twist free. 

Her words were like another punch in the chest. The new era. Liberation. 

Wasn't this everything he had said to Luffy? Everything he had wanted from him?

But somehow out of Uta's mouth he realized how insane it sounded.

It no longer seemed like a promise.

Instead, it seemed like a threat.

He struggled for something to say, and only her name came from his lips. "Uta…"

Her smile hitched wider. 

"if you renounce being a pirate—and surrender to the new era—I might just let you enter the New Genesis after all." Her wings flapped once before she held the microphone up to her lips. "and we can all march into the new era together—a world of dreams and music!" 

-

"He's not reaching her." Crocodile cursed. He stood close to Mihawk in the swell of the crowd, tense and ready. "We're gonna have to go up there, Hawky."

Mihawk frowned as a member of the crowd jostled him, his arms crossing firmly over his chest as he nodded with a quiet sigh. "We certainly will. Yes. It seems she isn't willing to listen."

No, it seemed quite the opposite. Shank's daughter was clearly unwell beyond typical youthful rebellion. This was deeper. She was talking like a preacher for some obscure Grand Line faith, preaching 'new eras' and 'liberation'.

A lot like the sort of thing Shanks had been sobbing about the last few weeks. Like father,like daughter, they'd been consumed by a fervor—only her so, much worse. Could the people of the island have exacerbated it? Or perhaps the hurt of being left behind.

EIther way, it was no good for Shanks, who seemed to be wilting like a dying flower on the stage—almost worse than when they'd found him in the ocean. This was a relapse of the worst kind.

He glanced at Crocodile—he was nervous. Mihawk could understand that. There was a lot to be nervous about. This was going to get worse before it got better.

Crocodile squeezed Mihawk's arm. "Come on."

They didn't get very far before something seemed to be happening on stage.

-

Uta's consciousness was divided between the dream world and the concrete, pulled suddenly back to 'reality' by a sound that none of her dreamers could hear.

Boots. Hundreds of them. Like the rumbling of thunder.

The marines had arrived on her island.

She stood on the empty stage, surrounded by the sleeping crowd and the limp corpse of the now brain-dead Celestial Dragon, her eyes finally looking out to the world that felt less real by the second.

They were here for her, finally—weren't they? She smiled sadly and sat herself down on the edge of the stage. "I knew they wouldn't just sit around and enjoy the show."

There were admirals there at the front. Uta knew their faces from the newspapers that Gordon gave her. There was weasel-ish Kizaru in his distinctive glasses. And square, sneering Akainu, who came in front of the contingent of soldiers.

"The Navy and the government don't sit on their heels when criminals flaunt their laws, and murder openly. Your warrant has been signed. Dead or Alive."

"You might prefer dead, really," she heard Kizaru murmur. "With how they've been talking."

All the weapons were raised at her.

Uta stared down the countless barrels with as sweet a smile as she could manage—she was a showwoman after all, wasn't she?

She swayed her feet back and forth against the stage with a musical laugh. "You know what'll happen if you kill me, right?" 

Kizaru had a hand raised. "For the sake of argument, let's say we don't."

Uta leaned forward, her looped hair bouncing against her shoulders. "Everyone here stays in my wonderland—forever. As their bodies die, their souls will live on in dreams. Everyone watching at home, too. Even the World Government can't excuse that kind of loss, right?"

Her eyes widened over her smile as she started to stand. "But—on the other hand I really don't want to be taken back to be someone's slave." 

Akainu raised a gun that she knew he didn't need. "We have our orders. You can surrender, or we can kill you. Any other deaths are on your conscience, not ours."

-

Hancock's ship had made contact with the other Cross Guild ship on their approach, and they'd come around the dark, empty side of the island rather than land at the same dock that held the many silent ships.

It was uncanny. The island was surrounded by countless ships, but there wasn't a sound. Not until she got deeper. Not until she was almost to the stage.

She and her contingent slowly crept through backstage areas and an empty residential zone on their way towards the huge concert venue that dwarfed most of the tiny island. Her nerves were pinging—this was wrong. Something was seriously wrong here, and even Salome could feel it, hissing and slithering close to her as they approached.

It was only when they crept up behind the stage that they heard it—voices. A conversation between a young woman and the all too familiar voices of the admirals. They were—sadly—too late to completely avert them.

She looked back at her ragtag crew of recently rescued stowaways and kuja with her finger to her lips.

"You'd pin it all on little old me?" came the girl's voice. "Even though you're the ones pulling the trigger? How do you even sleep at night?" 

Akainu's only answer was to raise his chin in a gesture his men knew. They raised their rifles. In an instant, these marines were going to kill Uta, and if what Hancock had heard was right, it would kill everyone on this island.

Luffy was on this island.

Anger flashed through her like a lance—it boiled up within her and sent her moving before she even knew what hit her. Her darling was going to die because of these foolish men—she simply couldn't let it happen.

Her action would serve as the catalyst—the others would follow suit. She just had to make the first strike. Whipping around the stage and leaping off its corner, she channeled her power into her leg and struck out in a kick across Akainu's face. 

The island, which had been so quiet, roared to life with the chaos of battle.

-

Uta had suddenly gone quiet. She was still present, still smiling out at the crowd—but there was something missing. Her argument died, and she seemed to lapse into an instinct of guiding the crowd into a stir of excitement instead of Shanks and Buggy. 

Shanks thought he understood what was happening, possibly anyway. Something in the waking world had drawn Uta's attention.

He glanced at Buggy, who he thought he had seen free one of his hands. "If we're going to get out of here, it has to be now."

Shanks, the once glorious red haired emperor, wrestled with himself trying to find his center. Trying to find his haki. If he could grasp it he could wake up. He could talk to Uta in a world that maybe she could listen to him in.

The hand darted over, and grabbed his shoulder as Buggy himself nodded sharply, his mouth still gagged.

Uta spread her arms wide before them, and laughed. "Gosh—you know everyone! Things are really starting to heat up, aren't they?" 

Shanks hissed under his breath, feeling caught, but Uta's attention was immediately distracted again– along with his own.

Another clear voice rang out over the panicked crowd.

Luffy's voice.

"Uta!"

Straw Hat Luffy was barreling through the crowd with a huge assortment of pirates, all fighting dream soldiers every step of the way to clear a path for him.

-

"Uta!!" Luffy wasn't looking where he was going, except directly at his destination. It didn't matter to him what was between him and that point– though he did notice that Shanks and Buggy seemed to be having some trouble.

"Straw Hat!" Croco growled as Luffy dashed past him. "Watch out, there's something not right with her!"

"Yeah I know!" He didn't pay the old man any further attention, looking back up at the stage and calling out to his sister again.

Fans were shoved out of the way as he barreled forward—and Uta's attention was all on him.

Her fake wings moved like the real thing by now, flapping out to frame her as she took a step back towards the charred body of someone in a stupid outfit with a sharp smile on her face.

"Straw Hat Luffy! Have you come to reconsider quitting the pirate life?" She called out with malicious cheer, though she seemed distracted. "Or are you going to join Shanks on stage for my special act?" 

Who was speaking now? The woman or the god? Luffy suspected that it was the god and he ignored it and spoke to Uta instead as he darted toward the stage.

"You're going to join me! You said so! You're going to join my crew and we'll sail away and have a great adventure together!"

All around him his crew was fighting, and his friends were fighting, and their friends were fighting, too. All of these pirates, selfish in their own ways, were selfishly helping him get to his sister, for their own reasons.

He'd find the selfish part of Uta, too, and they'd sail away together.

"I'm not going anywhere, Luffy." Uta said as her smile hitched wider. Her wings—they were as black as the night sky, stretched out behind her as she took a step towards the edge of the stage. "...even if I tried to leave with you and your crew, I'd never leave this island."

Sanji kicked one of the music guards down, and shoved his body to help Luffy get a foot up to launch himself towards the stage. Somewhere to his side, one of the Donquixtes formed herself into a cannon, and launched a shot at a bunch who fled in to block him from Uta.

Luffy beamed at Sanji and used the body of the music guard as Sanji had meant it– to launch himself up to the stage where he landed with a great thump.

"I already know that! I know we're in your music dream, I'm not stupid, Uta." He stood up and he dusted himself off and he looked at her deeply, trying to see through to the real her. "But you can just stop! I don't know what the thing in your head is telling you, but you can just say no!"

Under the poppy idol facade, hidden under the angel's wings and the stage persona, he could see an inkling of her in the hidden eye under her fringe of hair.

"Thing in my head…you're serious, aren't you?" She still laughed. "Luffy—You've always been kind of dumb, you have no idea what's really happening here, do you?"

The god wearing Uta's body laughed harder, running her hand through her hair with a feral grin. "These people need me. I can't say no to this! Why would I say no to this? This is what I was BORN for." 

Luffy glanced up at Shanks– and away again before he could tell if Shanks noticed or not– and he shook his head. 

"That's not true! You were born for whatever you want to do! You can say no to anything! Robin told me that there's a god in your head– Tomato-ka or something– and it's trying to take you over." He stepped toward her and held out his hands. "There's one in my head too. You don't have to listen to it."

For a moment she seemed to falter. Confusion on her face, a tender look of concern hidden in her eyes as she put her hand to her lips. 

"There's one in you too? But—" And then it was gone, when her expression twisted into muted rage. She put her hand to her chest. "Tot Musica! TOT MUSICA, not Tomato-ka! ...Tot Musica is the god of Dreams! Of MUSIC and of joy!" 

"Well, I don't care about any of that!" he stepped closer to her, arms still outstretched. "Tomatoka whatever! I care about Uta! I care about Uta's dreams and Uta's joy! Like mine! The god in my head is supposed to be some kind of god of the sun and freedom but it wanted me to do things I don't want to do, so I don't care about it!"

Uta took a step back , this time towards the charred corpse and the discarded guns. 

"You don't care about it? You have a divine presence inside you and you simply choose not to care?" Her voice took on a desperate quality. "You can't just do that—the people of this island are counting on me. My fans—everyone, they're all counting on me!"

She looked at Shanks for a moment, before she looked back at Luffy with an ungodlike shakiness to her smile. "My dreams are the dreams of this island. My joy is th-the new era. I can't be a pirate, Luffy Pirates only bring misery. Look at Shanks, at the crowd with you…your pirate friends tearing through them." 

"So what! We wouldn't be tearing around if your dream guys didn't attack us!" Luffy huffed."These guys are just here because they like your music, don't listen to whatever it is Tomatoka says! I know you don't believe it anyway, you always wanted to be a pirate!"

Uta's expression strained again, like she was caught between two emotions. She cried out, grasping her head in her hands as her wings shuddered behind her. 

"I …I …I…" she shook her head. "I can't be a pirate,not anymore. Those were the dreams of a —"

Her eyes widened behind her fingers and she began to laugh. "...I'm not going to have much choice, though—New Genesis is coming whether the old Uta likes it or not."

The look on her face shook Luffy. He grabbed her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

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Hana has finally returned from Hiatus and just in time, too, for SMTown's finale concert. It's great to be back but why is it that Sulli is acting strangely? Is something wrong with her friend? As Hana tries to help Sulli, she is met with the rude awakening that not all of her friends appreciate her desire to help them through their personal problems.

It's been well over a year since JJ Project made their debute, and while debuting has helped Junior break into the acting world, there have been no mentions of JJ Project making a comeback. Junior and JB are positive that this means JJ Project will be disbanding, especially after JYP calls them into his office. Will this be the end for JJ Project? If so, why is there a young, handsome stranger attending their meeting as well?

Halloween is Hana's least favorite holiday, so she's not exactly thrilled to hear that SM is throwing their first ever Halloween Extravaganza and SHINee will be attending it while wearing Halloween costumes. As if things couldn't get any worse, the party guests keep asking Hana how she is feeling. Hana doesn't want anyone to know that she's been in a funk lately, but after snapping at Chen, she confides in him and Chen decides that Hana needs a distraction, something to help lift her spirits. What plan does Chen come up with and why does it involve both SHINee and EXO? What could these two groups be up to on this Halloween night?

Find out in Chapter 41, Until the Day it Becomes a Pumpkin. Head on over to Asianfanfics to check it out!

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When Shane had his chance to leave the group behind, he had taken it. He drove away with no intention of ever returning. It was clear most didn’t want him there, and at the end of the day, he didn’t want to be there either. Not for Lori, when she asked him to stay, and not for Carl either. It was best he left and after some time on his own, he started to feel that even more. He wasn’t burdened by anyone, only had himself to look out for. That was, until he stumbled across Lu Han. Initially, Shane wanted nothing to do with him. It was clear he could do nothing to defend himself, they met when Lu Han had been in need of saving. Surrounded by walkers that Shane had taken care of for him. Afterwards, Shane had wanted to leave, be on his own because it was safer and he had had enough with people after what happened the last time, but Lu Han was… persistent. Followed him along. Cried. Begged. Just enough for Shane to take pity on him and let him stay with him. Turned out, the only way Lu Han had managed to survive up until then was by staying with others who had protected him, much like Shane ended up doing. They ended up getting bitten as so many other people, but unlike them, Shane seemed far more capable of staying alive. Lu Han didn’t know what this stranger had done to survive, and he found that he didn’t really care as long as he could protect him. “It’s cold…” Lu Han said, stating the obvious and the look Shane gave him said as much too. But he was going somewhere with it, had something he wanted to ask and he didn’t quite know how to go about it. He felt nervous. Shane made him feel nervous. The way he looked at him didn’t make it any better. ...