#lunna speaks

[aquarii-doodles]

Thinking about Homestuck again

Do you think Dolorosa ever thought about her sons death when she's a slave for Dualscar or Mindfang? Do you think she ever blames herself for his death? Do you think she ever replayed his death in her mind to think of a possiblity of him being saved? Of him never having to go through the pain of being crusified, being exploited and used as an example of disobediance, as an example of what happens when you go against the statusquo?

Do you think she ever thinks back to the night she found him? A little grub with a color so bright you could pick him out in the dim light of the twin moons. I wonder if she thought back on that night fondly like most parents do when they hold their baby for the first time. Cradling him in her arms and seeing that he held the potential to be someone great. I wonder how she felt being his mother. I know she was fulfilled, but was she terrified for her baby? Terrified that the both of them would be killed for simply existing in a world that wanted neither of them? Do you ever wonder if she regreted leaving the brooding caverns? Does she regret not going back with him in her arms? Not going back and convincing the other jade bloods that they can raise the grub by themselves and teach him to be like all of them.

Do you think Disciple ever thought that maybe one day she could move on from her lovers death? Do you think she sat in that cave alone for sweeps crying herself to sleep longing for the release of death to see the love of her life again? Do you think she wrote down everything she did so that one day maybe, just maybe, someone in her lifetime would see his words and say that they want that too? Do you think she scared off other people because she was terrified to make another connection as deep as she did with Signless? That she was horrified at the idea of losing someone again that she couldn't even bare the idea to speak to another person. Do you think she ever learned of Dolorosa's death?

Do you think Psiioniic ever pleaded for his own death? Do you think he ever talked about what happened to his best friend? Do you think that over time he gradually began to forget those he grew up with and lost? Do you think he ever forgot what Signless looks like, but remembers his screams like they were yesterday? Do you think he ever talked to himself and spoke what he remembered from Signless' surmons? Do you think that deep in the Condess' ship as the battery that Psiioniic tried to convince himself that everything was just a dream? A horrid dream and that at any moment he would wake up, but deep down he knew it was all real. That it was real that he couldn't stop Signless' death.

Do you ever think that they all thought of ways to have stopped Signless' death? To stop his suffering?

Do you think any of this pain came down to their decendants?

[velnias-neis]

Delta is beautiful I love her so much. I'm a simple for androgynous characters and pspsps. also thank fuck roza and lili are ok.

[lunna-bish]

Little qna time for frequently asked questions that artists get.

What program do you use?

For edits, manga coloring, and some art I use Adobe Photoshop 2020. I prefer to use Medi Bang Paint Pro, but I don't have it my PC.

What drawing tablet do you use?

I have a touch screen computer and an Wacom Intuos drawing tablet that's is on it's last leg.

Do you take requests?

No, but I do art traids.

Do you do commissions?

No, I don't have a bank account to set up a thing that would allow people to pay me.

Can you color a specific character/cap?

No, but as I get more followers on this blog and my main (@lunna-uwu ) I will do events. The first one will be for 100 followers on that account and 50 for this one.

Why don't you post more?

I make art, then never post it. Normal when I finish a cap or art I'm at school and Tumblr is blocked there.

Can we be friends?

Though it takes time for friendship to start, I'm always down to talk. You can message this account or my main! Or send asks or whatever!

Do you have other social medias?

No. I only use Tumblr. I had Instagram and DA, but ended up not posting on either. They are under old usernames so good luck finding them.

What fandoms are on this blog?

I mostly post Boku No Hero Academia and Honkai Impact stuff. I also post stuff about the Monogatari Series, Sander Sides, and my ocs. I'm also really into the Moonlight Garden right now so I might draw some stuff from that.

[aquarii-writes]

Bro my stories are so few and far between in post times lmao. My part 2 for cuddles is an illusion at this point 💀

[missdawnandherdusk]

Lost Boys

Reader X Draco

(Follow up one-shot to Beautifully Beastly) 

Summary: Now that Scorpius is older and in love with his best friend, he’s terrified to tell you and Draco

A/n: So, I recently finished reading the Cursed Child, and oh my lord I love Scorpius more than my own non existent children. And I know that coming out to your parents can be scary and it might not go the way you always wanted it to, but here’s some comfort in that fear. Something to hold onto. 

It was a late night and Draco was out on another case as I read in bed by lamp light. There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” I called, seeing Scorpius�� pale face in the night light. “Everything alright sweetheart?” I sat up.

“You’re busy reading, it’s nothing, never mind,” He stammered and went to leave. 

“Scorpius,” I chided, setting my book down. “It’s alright darling,” I patted the bed beside me.

His eyes didn’t leave the floor as he shuffled over to the bed and curled up beside me, hiding his face in my shoulder. Worry began to bloom in my chest. I hadn’t seen Scorpius like this in a while—the last time being when Harry had changed Albus’ school schedule and told his son to avoid mine.

I stroked his hair softly and hummed. I knew Scorpius, he would open up when he felt safe and secure. Even as a teenager, he still had the habit of curling up with me at night when he was afraid. And I was glad that some things never changed.

“Mum?” He peaked up at me after a while and I could see his father reflected in his eyes.

“Yes dear?” I smiled.

“I... I’m bi.” He rushed out, growing very red and looking down, ashamed.

I stared at him a moment, letting it sink in. A smile spread across my face as I drew him close into an embrace.

“And you are loved, and complete,” I rubbed his back softly. Tears stung my eyes as I felt his frame shake with little sobs as he clung to me. “And I will always support you and demolish anyone who doesn’t.”

The tears did slip out as Scorpius continued to cry into my arms. I tugged the blanket up around him and continued to card through his hair. When he started to babble apologizes is when I pulled him away and cupped his face, wiping away his tears.

“You are my son, Scorpius. You are such a bright young wizard with a pure heart that has love to spare. Don’t apologize for that, ever.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been so scared.”

He sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“Who you are, and how you feel, has, is, and always will be valid my dear,” I smiled and stroked his cheek softly. “And I love you. All of you.”

He nodded and threw his arms around me again, hugging me close.

“I love you, mum,” He whispered softly.

“As I love you,” I smiled, and we settled down under the covers.

Curled up on my chest, Scorpius seemed to calm down and his breathing evened out. My fingers still combed through his hair as I hummed one of his favorite lullabies.

“Mum?” He breathed out; his voice still small. 

“Yes darling?”

“Do... do you think dad will...” He didn’t seem to know how to finish the thought, but I had been thinking the same thing.

“I think your dad might surprise you,” I confessed. “But if you don’t feel safe, I can talk to him. Merlin knows he’s afraid of me,” I chuckled softly.

“You’d... you’d fight dad for me?” Blue eyes met mine.

“It’s not the first time I’ve done it,” A smile played at my lips.

“What do you mean?” Scorpius frowned. “You’ve fought dad over me before?”

“I suppose you were too young to remember... When you were little, and I first began to tutor you, you asked me where all of my lullabies came from. I told you they were muggle and I’d have to talk to dad about letting you know the movies or stories they came from...”

“Dad wasn’t always alright with muggle things?” Scorpius seemed shocked.

“You have to understand he grew up loathing muggles, darling. That your grandfather twisted him into...” I sighed softly and shook my head. “We fought. He didn’t want you to know muggle things... fairytales.” The memory flitted to the forefront of my mind. “I said that I wouldn’t keep secrets from you, so I resigned, but he was going out on a case for a week, so I was going to stay until he got back...”

“But you didn’t quit?” Scorpius frowned.

“No,” I smiled. “The case... your father almost died on that case, because they were using me against him. He went in alone to try and save me—it wasn’t me, don’t worry, just a bit of Polyjuice Potion... when he came back... he said he was sorry for the things he said to me... and that it was alright if I never wanted to speak to him again, but he begged me to stay because you needed me... because he needed me.” I looked at the rings on my hand: an engagement ring and a wedding band. “I was going to stay anyway, no matter what he ordered me to do because I wasn’t going to leave you... I couldn’t leave you.” Blinking out of the memory, I looked down at Scorpius, who looked mystified.

“You and dad... did that for me?” He squeaked. I nodded.

“We love you Scorpius, more than you’ll ever know.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “And though I will love your father until the day I die...” A smile graced my lips. “I loved you first.”

Tears shined in Scorpius’ eyes as he dove back into my arms. The next morning, I woke to Draco pressing a kiss to my forehead. Scorpius was still fast asleep in my arms.

“Bad night?” He whispered softly, not to wake his son. 

“Could say that,” I mused. “But he’s better now I think,” Another pair of blue eyes blinked open.

“Good morning,” I greeted softly, letting Scorpius sit up.

“Dad?” Scorpius rubbed his eyes, looking to Draco who was sitting beside me on the bed. 

“Right here, son,” Draco encouraged with a soft smile.

Scorpius nodded and ran a hand through his hair—a nervous tick he picked up from Draco. He stood, making his way to the door without another word. I called to him before he could leave entirely.

“I love you,” I reminded him.

“Love you too, mum,”

Draco looked to me for answers and I pressed a kiss to his lips softly.

“He’ll tell you when he’s ready,” I rubbed his arm softly. “But he really is okay,”

“I don’t think I will ever understand you two,” Draco rubbed his face and nodded, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“I don’t think you’re meant to,” I chuckled, pulling him into my arms.

“And you’re sure he’s not in danger? Harry isn’t trying to make Albus go to Ilvermorny or something is he?” Draco looked up from his lounged position on my lap, drawing a laugh from me.

“No dear, Harry has nothing to do with it,” I affirmed, fanning out Draco’s hair so that it formed a silvery halo around his head, draped onto the comforter.

“Is it about Albus then? Did something happen?” Draco pressed and I laughed, seeing right through his attempt to get to me confess.

“He will tell you when he’s ready, and until he is you will respect him.” I narrowed my eyes playfully.

It took a few days, the weekend, in fact. I could tell that Draco was carefully hiding his curiosity and frustration under a mask I knew well. But, as I tidied the library, replacing books and shifting the order of a few, and sending a few cleaning spells towards the blanket of dust, I paused at the large French windows, seeing my two boys walking along the Manor grounds.

Scorpius had his head hung and I knew exactly what conversation was taking place. I lingered at the window and watched as Draco paused a moment as he gazed at our son and smiled. The tight embrace between the two brought tears to my eyes as I looked away, letting them have their moment.

That night the three of us curled up in the grand master bedroom bed. My fingers carded through Scorpius’ hair as he finally found a peaceful slumber.

“This is familiar,” Draco noted softly. I simply nodded. “Do... do you think we messed up?” He asked softly.

I raised my eyebrows, shocked at the question and ready to go off on him, not caring if Scorpius was there or not. Draco caught my glare and quickly mended his question.

“Because he was so scared to tell us,” He rushed out and I exhaled slowly, looking down at Scorpius.

“We might have...” I confessed. “But we’re going to do everything we can to make up for it,” 

“And how are we going to do that?” Draco chuckled softly.

“Well, I have a feeling that Albus might have something to do with it after all,”

I watched Draco’s eyes widen in realization as a smile spread across my face.

“Of course, it had to be a Potter,” Draco groaned, laying back on the silk pillows.

I laugh escaped my lips and Scorpius shifted in my arms, his eyes not opening as he nestled back down, mumbling incoherently.

Standing by Draco’s side, we waved as Scorpius and Albus headed out on their first date, both blushing and laughing while holding hands.

“He really is perfect for our son, isn’t he?” Draco sighed softly; a smile evident in his tone.

“He is,” I leaned against him.

“Still can’t believe he fell for a Potter,”

“You did,” I grinned, my eyes meeting his. “And just because you couldn’t shag a Potter doesn’t mean our son can’t,”

I burst out laughing at the look on Draco’s face.

.

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[delicatejisung]

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 & 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 (since some don’t agree that wayv is part of nct)

MAKNAE LINE:

♡ 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 [luyan/lunna/yancas] :

- “MY BROTHER” duo

- literally supports and laughs at each other’s jokes everytime

- lucas had a teeny tiny crush on her when they were trainees but he claims he got over it

- they have a lot of inside jokes where they would suddenly nudge each other and laugh

- yanna nails lucas’ rap parts and he loves watching her do it

- “i want to be in nct dream” “i’m sorry but no”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during that same exact wayv live (where yanna suddenly entered the room), winwin told yanna to greet the viewers but she said she had no make-up on. lucas then said “you’re pretty even without make-up” and yanna yelled “as expected from my brother!” before kun pushed her.

♡ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 [markyanna] :

- okay iconic duo

- lyk literal bros

- mark doesn’t see yanna as cute, he thinks she’s SUPER cool but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when she’s being forced to do aegyo

- yanna cried like a baby alongside hyuck and jisung in mark’s last dream show

- “yo markeureeeeee” everytime yanna accidentally sees him in the practice room

- the dreamies revealed that out of all of them, she’s probably the one that misses him the most and she denies it all the time

- has lyk 3 songs together but sm won’t let them release them so they’re stuck in mark’s phone

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when they were filming the “walk you home” music video, their scene was at the playground. mark had to push the swing yanna was on but he accidentally pushed too hard and it became way too fast for her and she grabbed mark to make it stop but they both just ended up falling while the other members kept laughing at them.

♡ 𝓍𝒾𝒶𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓃 [xiaoyan/yannajun] :

- okay so here’s the deal with xiaojun, yanna finds him attractive

- lyk really attractive (because he is)

- and xiaojun finds her very pretty as well

- they both told kun about this and that was their first mistake

- because everytime they try to interact, kun shows up and teases them

- but there’s nothing going on between them

- they don’t really know each other much but they’ve hung out and tried getting to know each other since most of their friends are mutual

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when yanna reacted to the “love talk” music video with jaemin, she commented on almost everyone but immediately shut up when xiaojun’s part came. “why are you suddenly so quiet?” jaemin asked her but she denied it and continued talking about the other members.

♡ 𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓎 [yanndery/henderyanna] :

- she finds hendery absolutely adorable

- she can’t even believe he’s older than her

- lyk he looks like a kid

- “he even looks younger than yang-“ “HEY”

- they’re not close but also not awkward, just friendly but not clingy

- she admitted that hendery’s eyes scare her because it was looking through her soul but hendery laughed and she was just lyk “ok he’s not scary”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: there was a video where the both of them kept on bowing at each other and ten had to pull hendery for it to stop

♡ 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓃 [yanren] :

- ok, renjun thinks they’re twins

- yanna’s pretty sure she has seen renjun before

- literally though, they have the same aura

- small but vicious babies

- they agree on everything and it’s scares the dreamies sometimes

- that doesn’t mean they don’t bully each other, though

- piggy back rides!!!

- she buys him a beret everytime she shops because it really suits him

- he sends her moomin memes all the time

- nctzens’ favorite moment: renjun mentioned once that he wishes he met yanna sooner so he’d have a closer relationship with her like the one she has with mark, jisung, jaemin and jeno. yanna then said “if this isn’t close enough for you, we’d have to be married.” before giggling.

♡ 𝒿𝑒𝓃𝑜 [yanjen/nonna] :

- highkey adorable

- highkey shippable

- yanna just finds jeno adorable af

- jeno thinks yanna is someone he needs to protect all the time

- everytime jeno makes an adorable sound or just talks and she finds it cute, she’ll literally grab jeno’s face and pull it closer to hers sideways while laughing saying “you’re so cute”

- loves hugging each other

- you. will. always. find. yanna’s. hand. on. jeno’s. arm.

- she wears jeno’s things more than jeno wears them

- makes vomiting noises when jeno’s abs are a topic (also jaemin’s, she just doesn’t like the thought of her besties having abs people will thirst over but she also has them lol)

- obsessed with each others’ shoulders

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during a vlive, yanna’s head was on jeno’s shoulder when she started smelling his hair. she suddenly hit him and he was like “why?”, turns out jeno used her shampoo that day.

♡ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝒸𝓀 [yanhyuck/hyucknna] :

- since yanna is pretty much like renjun, she also never backs down from hyuck

- “haechan cam with a viewer-“ “NOPE NO NO NONONONO”

- they ALWAYS fight and the members ALWAYS think it’s for real but they’re lyk “issa prank”

- except for that one time they really got mad at each other but we’re not gonna talk about that because only the 127 hyungs know about that

- “remember when you two fought because-“ “mark-hyung, shut up”

- hyuck remembers everything about yanna

- yanna likes reminding them not to put too much foundation on hyuck because she likes his skin

- nctzens’ favorite moment: “tmi, haechan is yanna’s first kiss” “NO ONE WOULD REVEAL THAT EXCEPT HIM” “atleast explain why and how it happened, it’s not like it was intended” “this really happened?????” (yup, that whole mess)

♡ 𝒿𝒶𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃 [yanmin/nnamin]

- again, highkey shippable

- jeno and jaemin are her boyfriends tbh

- she literally dies when he’s being goofy

- they hit each other when it’s too funny

- clingyyyyyy

- “na jaemin’s mine” “yes, baby i am” “PLEASE STOP”

- she also cried when she found out jaemin wasn’t joining them for mfal

- cried harder when he joined them for “go”

- people always question why she doesn’t call him “hyung” when he’s a 00-liner and she just answers with “just because”

- if y’all think you’re confused if they’re in a relationship or not, so are they

- often have 2 minute-long eye contact

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when jaemin’s series was on-going, it seemed like the two were asked to interact less because yanna was obviously trying her best to avoid jaemin. one time, she got scared and hid behind jaemin’s back. as soon as she noticed, she started walking over to jisung who saw the whole thing and laughed at her.

♡ 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔 [yanyang] :

- yanna loves clowning him

- “GOT ME GOING THROUGH THE ROOF ROOF” “i don’t get it?” “ROOF ROOF” “what?” “YOU SOUND LIKE A DOG, YANGYANG”

- she thinks yangyang’s very intelligent and asks him to teach her

- they’re close but not the same level as the dreamies close

- they speak in english with each other a lot

- seriously, they just laugh a lot around each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: yanna was on vlive with jisung and chenle when she pulled her airpods case out because she was looking for something inside her hoodie’s pocket. czennies saw the case and it was ice bear from wbb, they started asking where she bought it and she said “i don’t know, yangyang gave it to me”

♡ 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓁𝑒 [yannle/yanchen] :

- chaotic duo

- it’s always yanna’s idea to mess with the hyungs, it’s just that chenle has more guts to do it

- she always babies chenle even though they’re the same age

- yanna literally can’t get through one vlive without touching chenle’s hair

- chenle can’t get through one vlive without reading a comment meant for yanna

- “yanna, do aegyo please” “no”

- no one believes they’re the same age

- yanna hits chenle when he lets out spoilers

- chenle likes pinching yanna’s armpit

- TAEYONG STANS

- always very supportive of each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: chenle has a baby picture of yanna and he shows it off saying it’s his sister until yanna told czennies that it was actually her.

♡ 𝒿𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔 [yansung/sungna] :

(i can’t add another gif i-)

- dancing duo!!

- jisung wanted yanna to join dancing high with him but she was too nervous

- they’re each others stress reliever when it comes to dancing

- yanna also takes good care of him

- “if jaemin’s your mom then who am i?” “your my mom’s spouse” “what?” “nice, jisungie”

- yanna’s always clinging to jisung’s back like a backpack when they’re sitting on the couch for a vlive

- dance covers!!!!

- jisung’s hand is big so yanna really likes playing with his fingers uwu

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during idol room, it was revealed that yanna‘s good at giving the silent treatment and when she was asked who she often has a hard time ignoring, she said it was jisung because he would start whining “why aren’t you talking to meeeee?” and she would find it really cute.

[psychedelic-ink]

Feelings in the wind(by lunna-star-8)

I was bored.

I was bored out of my mind!

Despite my injuries, my body was itching to do something, anything that felt remotely productive but I had promised Law that I’d be careful so my options were very limited. Very.

I sighed and leaned my head on the tree I was sitting against, looking around, everyone seemed bored too as they lied around the small patch of grass that Hancock and her warriors had reserved for us. I could tell that most of them were itching to get onto forbidden grounds and just go check out the village, consequences be damned, but Law was sitting by the opening that lead deeper into the island and let’s just say that every time one of his men stepped too close, he’d… How do I put this kindly…? Dissuade them? Yeah… Dissuade them by glaring at them in a way that made them regret all their life choices that lead them to that look.

I chuckled to myself, taking my eyes off the pirates and looking at my hands. What could I work on…? My power, maybe? What could I change? I could improve control, I guess? Air wasn’t the easiest of elements, it demanded freedom and free reign over the skies, so if you tried to control it, it fought back.

An idea struck me “Thanks Sabo.” And I rush over to the grouchy captain that’s eyeing another of his pirates like a leopard ready to pounce “Law!” I call out and he raises me an eyebrow, I can tell that he’s bracing himself for whatever terrible idea I just had, but I don’t give him time to speak up “Do you have some spare sheets of paper?”

He eyes me for a minute and I try to give him my best lost kitty look “Why…?”

“C’mon! Please! Please!” I insist “If anything, I’ll ask Hancock to get you some more later, yeah? Please!”

He sighs, seemingly too tired for my antics – he probably had a bad night again “My office, my desk, bottom drawer on the right. Use whatever you want.”

I basically jump to my feet calling out a “Thank you!” as I dash to the submarine.

“What are you doing, Sabo?” I ask as I peek over his shoulder.

“Origami.” He replies smiling “An old man at the Terminal showed me how to do it a while back.”

I nod even though he can’t see me “It looks cool!” I watch his fingers folding the paper over and over and over again and before I know it “It’s a bird!”

He laughs “It’s a crane.” I get off his back and stand by the table. My brother hands me the bird and I remember how awesome I thought that was “Why don’t you try making it float?”

My enthusiasm fizzed out “Last time I tried anything like that, I hit Ace over the head with his own pipe. He was furious.”

Sabo laughed again “C’mon, it’s just us.” He gestured around, Ace had gone hunting for dinner and Luffy had ran straight after him much to our oldest brother’s annoyance. I was still in bed rest after my little stunt with the tiger and Sabo had stayed to look after me “Plus, it’s paper it’s not like you can do much damage with it, right?” I wasn’t convinced “Tell you what, if you can make it float around the room, I’ll teach you how to make one.”

I basically jumped in the air and my tiger ears with me “Really?!”

He nodded “I wouldn’t lie to my little sister, would I?”

I grabbed a small stack of papers and ran back outside, sitting beside Law and starting to fold the paper in my hands. I could tell my tail had slipped out, I felt it swinging but I didn’t care, I wasn’t sure if it was for the opportunity of actually having something to do or for the memory but it was a nice feeling. I didn’t even notice Law eyeing me suspiciously as I stacked up origami cranes on the side.

When I folded the last sheet of paper, I got up and took a deep breath feeling the air around me. I’m not a Logia, I can’t just make wind but I can control the air around me, shifting it in my grasp and bend it to my needs. I let the breath out and started to shape the air so it would lift the cranes up in the air, with little to no effort I raised my arms into the air and had them spiralling into the sky, once I got every single one of them off the floor I moved my arms down and with my right arm directed the cranes to fly over the bored crew. My control was wonky, some of them flew backwards or even upside down, I tried to adjust it by moving my fingers but it didn’t seem to do anything. Still, I kept it up, by the time I noticed, I had an audience – the crew had turned from their conversations to watch what I was doing and some of them applauded when I made the cranes flip around in the air in an attempt to control them.

Most of my tries to control the cranes were pointless, some of the even fell from my hold, the wind refused to listen to me more than it absolutely needed to, still, the Heart Pirates were loving it and it was nice to feel useful in some way again. I brought the remaining cranes back to me and got such a warm reaction out of the crew that I even bowed like a real performer, even Law grumbled out a “Nice trick” kind of comment, that seemed like a compliment…? I think? Shachi and Penguin were the most excited ones, by far! They ran over to me with stars in their eyes and speaking all over each other “She can’t understand you if you both say different things at the same time, idiots…” Law grumbled, still in the same position.

Penguin was the first I was able to understand “You can make things fly?!”

I nodded “Yeah…?”

“I thought you were a Zoan type.” Came Bepo’s kind voice from beside Law.

I turned to him and nodded “Mythical Zoan type, actually.” I explained “I ate the Neko-Neko no mi: Byako no Tora model. Byako is the mythical guardian tiger of the Eastern winds, so I get this extra trick.” I caught Law’s golden eyes on me, over that damn smirk he did, damn him, not even tired “What?”

He shrugged “Cat-Cat, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes at him “Tiger. Tiger! Do you miss that bit on purpose?”

“Whatever you say, scardy cat.” And his eyes were once again hidden under his hat.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very puncheable face?”

He tilted his head but he was still smirking “Not in those exact words, but I guess the answer is still a yes.”

“Mythical Zoan types are super rare, aren’t they?” Bepo spoke up again before I could say anything else to Law, I shrugged at him though.

“I have… No idea?” I replied “I mean, it’s not like I’ve seen anybody with powers like mine though…”

I heard Law sigh like I was a child that needed to have the same thing explained to them a thousand times over, I naturally glared at him waiting for his ‘wisdom’ “Whitebeard’s First Division Commander has a mythical type power.” He said “A phoenix if memory serves me.”

I remembered the blue flaming bird in the war “I swear, his head looks like a pineapple!” Ace had said with a big smile on his face “Marco’s a cool guy though. If you ever meet him, don’t you dare say I said that!” “Why? What are you gonna do, tough guy?” “I might grab a big fluffy spider and put it over your sheets while you’re sleeping.” “C’mon! That’s not fair!” “Hence, I’m being a great brother and warning you beforehand.” “Mean bastard…” “Ah! Language, shorty!” “Who do you think I learned it from?!”

“That’s not important!” I didn’t realize I had sunk into my own head until Shachi’s voice pulled me back to the present. Law’s clinical gaze was straight on me despite the fact that the others didn’t seem to have noticed. I looked back at Shachi that was still beyond excited like Penguin “If you can make stuff fly, you can make people fly too, right?!”

I nodded again “Yeah—”

“MAKE US FLY!” they asked with stars in their eyes before I had a chance to say anything else, making me laugh “Oh! Please, please, PLEASE!”

“Sure.” I smiled “One at a time though.” Didn’t want to a) over do it and b) accidentally drop one in the ocean.

They played rock-paper-scissors for it and Penguin would be the first one in the air. Asked me to wait before he ran to the sub and came back out with a… towel? He came back out with a towel tied around his neck that made it look like a cape – an image of Luffy smiling like a kid crossed my mind as Penguin stood there smiling from ear to ear “All set!”

I laughed but tried to focus, feeling the air currents around him I plucked his feet off the grass and the moment his weight was off the ground, I could feel the strain on my wounds but I kept it to myself and took him to the skies. To say that Penguin was delighted was a major understatement. He was holding out his arms, kicking the air, making superhero poses. Shachi was cheering from beside me, the rest of the crew seemed to be loving the scene, Bepo was cheering too jumping closer to us, I could even feel Law’s eyes on my back like my wounds could snap at any moment and he’d have to jump in. I could feel it too, the strain this was causing on my weakened body, I wanted to be stubborn, to keep at it but that would be more than stubborn, that would be selfish. Impossibly selfish. Penguin had, consciously or not, trusted me with his life and I could barely hear the cheers of the crew over the sound of my own blood pumping in my ears. I also didn’t want him thinking that he had made my wounds worse or something, he seemed like the kind of guy that would feel guilty even if it wasn’t actually his fault.

Without much fuss, I brought him back down, trying to not look as exhausted as I felt “Me next! Me next!” Shachi piped up to my left but before I even opened my mouth, I heard a familiar voice right behind me.

“No, that’s enough for today.” I glanced up to see Law towering over me.

He was right, I couldn’t take Shachi into the air like I did with Penguin and I was about to tell him this, but it really bugged me that he felt the need to speak for me. It ticked my already injured ego and I couldn’t stop myself, I stomp my right foot onto the ground as I move both my arms up, creating a gust of wind that takes Law up in the air. Is it making my arms feel like they might come undone? Yes, it is. Did it stop me from grinning mischievously at his surprised expression? Hell no. “Too grumpy to play superhero with us, Captain Panda?”

He frowned at me and held out his hand where I saw a spiral form and then extent around us in a blue veil “Room!”

“I wouldn’t that.” I interrupt him, keeping him in the air with both my hands, he raises me an eyebrow “If you shamble me away, I’m gonna lose focus and you’re gonna fall on your ass.”

He grinned with golden eyes piercing my grey ones “You think I’ll go easy on you because you’re injured?” I didn’t have the chance to reply as he unsheathed his sword and I noticed that his crew had cleared out of the circle. I found it strange before I felt an odd feeling on my waist and turned back to Law, he was sheeting his sword which I didn’t understand since he hadn’t done anything with it… Had he? He still had that grin on his face and I felt myself rise up to meet him but I could also still feel my feet on the floor?!

I looked down to realize that my legs were gone?! I opened my mouth but then I remembered him fighting in Sabaody and of him chopping up those marines without actually injuring them with the cuts. I looked back to find my legs where I had left them, I was still wearing my sandals and could see my toes, I wiggled them and saw them move, getting a chuckle to make its way up my throat “That’s a really cool trick.” I looked back at him that was at my eye level now, which was something I wouldn’t be able to do if we were on the floor, but it allowed me to fully see the look of surprise on his face.

A surprise he quickly recovered from, going back to his grumpy self “You’re pushing your limits there, thought you said you were gonna be careful.”

“I am being careful.” I technically was “I haven’t ripped my stitches, have I?”

His look hardened at me as he pointed at the center of my torso “If this one ‘rips’, you die.”

I let the reality set on me for a moment, now paying close attention to the heat right under my skin and how holding Law in the air made me feel like my skin would tear apart, but my eyes never left his, even as I smiled “Show me another one of those cool tricks and I’ll put you back on the floor.”

“With my power, I could just get myself down.”

I shrugged, intentionally wobbling his rather stable air support “Can you though?”

It was like a game, see who could push each other’s buttons more and both too proud to back away “You wanna see a cool trick, huh?” he switched his sword to his right hand and pulled his left back “Mes!” his palm hit the top of my chest so fast and so unexpectedly that I lost my breath “Shambles.” I don’t know what he shambled, I know that I lost all sense of where I even was for a moment, I felt myself fall, cold hands on my arms, my knees hitting the floor as I was suddenly looking at the grass as I struggled to get my breath back.

I didn’t realize I had even stopped hearing until sound came back around me “C’mon Captain, that was a bit mean.” Bepo’s voice was the first to break through “She is injured after all.”

“She asked me to show her something cool.” Law’s voice was as steady as always “I did as she asked.”

“I think that was payback for catching you off guard, captain.” I heard Penguin trying not to laugh but he soon stopped, Law must’ve glared at him again.

“It’s also not cool, captain.” Shachi’s voice sounded now “Most people consider that technique of yours really creepy, you know?”

“I’m telling you, she asked.” Law spoke up again and I found that breathing had started to feel easier now, so I sat up to realize that my legs were once again attached to my torso.

I scratched the back of my head as I got to my feet “What did you do?” I let my eyes focus again as the air started to settle in my lungs, Law turned slightly to face me and I noticed what he was holding “Is that a heart?!” he smirked and I looked at my chest, where his hand had hit and where now there was a square hole “Is that my heart?!”

I looked back at Law to find him grinning and there, right there in the light reflected in his golden eyes, I could see the satisfaction of being able to hold someone’s beating heart in your hands “Oh yeah.”

I looked at my heart as I touched the edges of my skin where that was supposed to be. I looked at him, his golden eyes making me feel like small prey, like I should run and never turn back, like I should shake in his presence and I consider myself lucky to still be standing. I mean, what other reaction should you have when someone just pulled your heart out of your chest like a damn Jenga piece? I could feel his cold hand supporting my beating heart, I could feel how his grip wasn’t any tighter than it needed to be – I tilted my head as my eyes remained on my heart – soft even? I was standing right in front of him before I knew it, only one question in my mind “Can I touch it?”

“Eh?” the crew tumbled in surprise and even Law’s usually stern expression could be perfectly read as confusion.

“I know it’s my heart, but I don’t know how this works.” I clarify “I don’t want to touch it and die!”

Law glanced from me to the heart, like it could fix his confusion but as the heart simply beat normally, the pirate captain looked back at me with seemingly even more questions “Sure.” As soon as I got permission, I poked it and collapsed on the floor as I had done it a bit too harshly “WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN, MORON?! IT’S A HEART, YOU CAN’T JUST POKE IT!”

“You said I could touch it!” I argued from the grass.

“Touch, not poke!” he countered “And I figured you’d be more careful with your own heart!” I heard him sigh as the crew laughed exchanging various comments from how crazy I was to how this was nice change of pace for their captain. Whatever this was that they were talking about, I couldn’t say.

They made me forget what life was like at the moment, it was easy to push it out of my mind when I heard them laugh, the Heart Pirates were a good, fun crew to hang out with. They made me miss my own crew like crazy. Sabaody seemed like so very long ago…

My thoughts were interrupted by the cheers of the crew and I raised my head to see what they were cheering about, walking into our little corner of the island were a handful of Hancock’s warriors, all familiar faces – why did I have to be so damn close to the entrance? - As the men fawned over the warriors, Law came to sit beside me “What are they doing over here…?”

“Right, you and Ikkaku had lunch on the island yesterday.” He said “The same warriors brought us food yesterday at around the same time too.” I didn’t say anything as I eyed their movements, setting up little stands with food “Why do they make you nervous?”

I blinked a couple of times before looking between Law and the warriors and back at Law “What are you talking about? They don’t—”

He showed me my fast beating heart still in his hand “It picked up the pace when you saw them come in.” he explained “You might be able to control your facial expressions well enough but your heart rate is another story.”

I… Had totally forgot he was holding my heart “We met them when me and Luffy first landed on the island, they’re alright. The blonde one?” I signalled over with my chin “Her name’s Margaret, she was the one that hung out with us more.” I tilted my head in retrospective “And I use the ‘hung out’ term really loosely here. She saved Luffy, then was trying to hunt us, then Luffy kind of kidnapped her, then she tried to kill us, then she kind of helped us, then she tried to kill us again, then she tried to defend us, got turned into stone because of us, we saved her, she saved us… You know, the usual.” He raised me an eyebrow “Oh, trust me, that’s the short version.”

“Alright… But ‘usual’?”

I actually laughed as several moments like that crossed my mind at the same time “Oh, you have no idea.”

He looked back at the Kuja “I guess that might explain why she was the only one that came over to ask me about you two.”

“Yeah…” I said more in a sigh than in an actual word. Law turned back to me as I laid my head back on the grass “They all wanted to know and ask too… How are you? How’s Luffy? I’m sorry about…” I took a deep breath and let that hang in the air “I’m alright, thanks. It’s what I reply every time.”

“How many times did you mean it?” I looked at Law but he was looking away from me and my grey eyes move back to the blue of the sky.

“Not even once…” I reply honestly and there’s a minute of silence between us “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s nice that they care enough to ask but…” I didn’t know how to phrase that so I had to stop and think about it, Law didn’t interrupt me, he just waited for me to sort out the words in my brain “I wish they didn’t ask.” I finally say, feeling a tear slip from the side of my face that would be followed by more as I let my mind sort through everything “It still hurts to think about it all, it hurts to feel, it hurts to remember, it hurts to feel like I’m not doing anything, it just hurts. The day is to distract myself and I’m too tired to feel at night, at night it seems like a story that happened to someone else… I wish they’d stop asking.”

I’m about to rub my face with my hands when he puts his hat over my face “She’s coming. Don’t move.” Is all the explanation I get. It’s dark and my nose is overwhelmed by the fresh smell of mint that becomes all I can breathe in with the fluffy hat over my face, my cheeks felt warm as I inhale the smell once again and I blame it on the fluffiness of the hat on my face.

“Doctor?” Margaret’s voice makes me almost jump and I feel something cold softly caress my heart “Oh! Is that Luna?”

“She’s asleep.” Law quickly interjected with his usual calm voice “Fresh air is good for her but she got tired quickly due to the exertion on her body.”

“Oh… I see… But she’s doing better, right?”

“It’s too early to tell.”

“What about Luffy? How is he doing?” she kept asking.

“I still can’t say when he’ll wake up.”

“Alright…” she didn’t seem to have left yet “Thank you for looking after them.”

“I’ve told you not to thank me, it was a whim.” I smiled under the hat. A whim? Taking his crew into the middle of a war to pick up two ‘enemies’ as he put it himself? It’s called kindness, Trafalgar Law.

“Thank you anyway.” she insisted.

“MARGARET!” another of the Kujas called out to her.

“Going!” she called back “I better go. Do you want me to bring you a bowl of food?”

“Thanks, but no.” Law said “I’ll see if Luna wakes up before you leave, save us a bowl for before you go.”

“No problem.”

A couple of minutes passed before I felt the hat being taken off my face, instinctively I rubbed my eyes and cleared the tears away “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I turned my head to him and noticed that he still had his hand on my heart, I turned back towards the sky. We were once again in silence as I lied on the grass and he sat beside me. It was a comfortable silence between us as we heard his crew celebrating the presence of the Kuja warriors…

[wanderingapparition]

"Do you miss it" Phantasm raises a brow, the shadows that have taken to shrouding him thicker somehow, "What might I miss?" "The Sunwell, home" He contemplates for a moment, curious, solemn, wistful, His countenance a mirage of emotion; When he speaks it is scarcely a whisper, "Like.. a lost limb, gangerous, but missed nonetheless.." His companion's gaze is elsewhere, small decency for the ex-priest, "gangerous.." "When I left, I had been required to, it would've killed me to remain...the same could be said for my present. I cannot stay in your human city;" his exposed eye flutters to a close, "it is a wholly unique sort of infection, the limb hangs on by threads of sinew, but it cannot dangle for long- and I..I am but a vulture, plucking at whatever meat has been left fresh.."  "What.." the human clears her throat, dislodging away the worry for but a moment, "he is dead, you do realize this.. you..can stay, fight, live" Phantasm's lips are sealed, pressed thinly with his muteness. The only motion is of his eye opening to shadow  the tendrils that slither, sluggishly, from beneath his preacher's vestments,  It is after a juncture that he shifts, pushing to stand; his mouth opens, permitting his duplicate voice to harmonise through the inky twilight,  "I will live, I will fling my spells forth into the gloaming.. but I.. cannot remain, not truly. I am scarcely who I had been mere seconds ago; it is a curse or perhaps a blessing-  but it is consuming- It grows harder to conceal with each passing day. I fear for what It will devour when I am no longer able....." his voice silences, not unlike a caravan when a deer rushes forward into the road, "..I grow sentimental" he grumbles, jerking his head clear of thoughts as he swerves to meet the stairway, "...This...This is farewell, Take care of yourself Lunna…"

[scouts-thingsandrps]

Othala: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Solis: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Lunna?

Lunna: Probably “road work ahead”.

Eda: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

[aquarii-doodles]

Thinking about the Tsugikuni brothers

Something I always wondered about was whether or not Kokushibo was affected by Muzans memories of Yoriichi. Like on a blood level yeah he probably was that's just kinda how Muzans blood works in other demons. But did Koku ever see those memories and think that Yorii looked familiar? Do yall think he ever got that deep sense of loneliness alongside gut wrenching fear from those memories? While everyone else was terrified and felt Muzans fear did he feel the need to go to his brother?

Did he ever see those memories of when Yoriichi died, and think that could've been me? Did he ever see those memories and feel his hatred for his brother grow, but a small part of that hatred was the lonliness that came with loosing your twin. Do you think in the following 400 years he felt lonely but couldn't really explain why he did. He completly forgot about Yoriichi; he forgot about everything. But did that loneliness stay? The jelousy definitely did, and so did the feeling of him never belonging somewhere.

Did he hate the fact that the same face that he was biologically conditioned to fear looked so much like his own? Did he even remember that he and Yoriichi were twins?

In his final moments did he see Yoriichi and finally feel like Michikatsu again?

[velnias-neis]

Pspspspsp dragon

[lunna-bish]

I’ma try to do goretober this year

[aquarii-writes]

Hehehe funny number

[missdawnandherdusk]

the lakes

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Request: @youareinllve​: Imagine spending summer break at the Malfoy manor and you realize that this is the first time in a while that draco seems like a kid again, with no pressure from his family or Voldemort or the death eaters, just draco, your draco again, just having fun in a lake. (also see the lakes)

A/N: So I think this is the softest thing that I’ve ever written in my life and that’s saying something (especially for those of you who have been around for a while). It also has brilliant cadence, so if you can, read it aloud: it’s that much more enchanting if you can. By no means will this always be how I write, because it is more poetic than prose, but I don’t mind doing it now and against especially with a muse like folklore. Let me know what you think! Seriously, I thrive on y’all feedback/comments/reblogs.

There were few days that I could call my own. The days when no one expected me to sit this way, talk that way, act perfectly. I could be young. I could be free. I could be loved. I could be with him.

There were few days that I could call him my own. The days when no one expected him to walk this way, speak that way, act like a Malfoy. He could be young. He could be free. He could be loved. He could be with me.

There were no tight-fitting robes. There were no school uniforms. There were no hours spent on hair and makeup. There was no time wasted in reflections. There were no side eye glances to steal.

There was the lightness of cotton. It was sundresses, cuffed trousers and flowy shirts. It was wide brimmed sun hats and bare feet. It was the softness of grass and the strength of the stones and comfort of earth.

It was his smile. The way it met his eyes. The way it called me in.

Into that cold water. That crystal-clear water. The water that matched the shade of his eyes.

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Meet me at the lake,

Yours, Draco

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That’s all it would take. That was when I knew the day was mine. When I knew he was. It was a trip to Windermere. To the wood skirting around his large suffocating manor. It was meeting him at the lake, where our days went to live and die.

“Took you long enough,” I’d tease as he passed the first few trees, his eyes scanning the foliage for me.

“Not all of us can apparate yet,” He’d jest back, taking my hand.

The warmth of his hand in mine matched the smile on his face. The sharp points of his cheekbones and jaw meeting the soft curves of his lips and eyelashes. The grass struggling to grow in the speckled light beckoned us forward. Our shoes, coats, and griefs left under a tree where our initials were carved. Sunlight filtered in golden and green through the trees lighting him softly.

Draco would take my hand and pull me close. His hands would rest on my waist as his nose nuzzled against mine in the calm lighting. Our breaths and the rustling of leaves were the only things heard. The only things that mattered to listen to. His lips would be soft and alluring on mine—just as his smile was.

The shock of the chilled water would elicit the most irresistible laughter and shouts of joy. The squishy earth beneath my toes would have me draped over Draco’s shoulders, just to avoid the prickling feeling. My dislike of the sensation would have him laughing yet again, and perhaps he’d roll his eyes at my ridiculousness. But he’d never complain. Instead he’d hold me or draw me deeper into the water.

The lake. The deep water. As soon as we could dive beneath it, our worries were gone. There was no war looming. There were no evil overlords. No heroes. No ransoms. There was no good versus bad. There was no sides. No houses. No prejudices.

There was me. 

There was Draco.

There was the hum of insects. There was the swaying of wisteria. His smile pressed against my skin.

“I love you,” He’d whisper. “More than anything,” 

“Never more than I love you,” I’d reply.

The enchanted water of that lake would take us to the banks. The outcropped rocks surrounded by flowers that were free to grow. That grew despite the adversity that it faced. The blanket would be soft under my touch as we carved a little square of the wildflowers to call our own.

Draco’s eyes would watch the distance, gazing upon the peaks of the mountains. Being with Draco seemed to make everything hurt less. No matter what it was, he had a way of soothing all of my worries and strife.

“How do I love thee?” He’d quote as I lay beside him watching the blueness of the heavens above.

“Let me count the ways,” I’d muse back, propping up on my arm so that I could catch a glimpse of the grey that his eyes held.

“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,” The words would tumble from his lips with practiced ease, with the same grace as the breeze persuading the grass to waver.

“I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.” My words would barely be heard above the babbling of the lost brook as the sun would stretch out its last efforts of warmth and guidance.

Draco would sit up then, tucking my drying hair behind my ear in a feeble attempt to tame it against the will of the wind gods that accompanied us.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right.” An air of melancholy would haunt his words as shades began to seep back into our Eden.

“I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.” The gentle reminder would ward off the ghosts of who we were supposed to be as a smile would be mirrored on his face as it was mine. Again, we were free.

“I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.” Draco would become theatrical at these lines, feigning distress and he draped over my lap. A laugh would fall from my lips and onto the perfection of his features.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.” My fingers would dust over his cheek, drawing down his jaw, to trace the pink of his lips.

“I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life,” His grey eyes would vow this to me. Each and every day that belonged to us he would declare these words.

“And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” I’d promise back.

As the sun gave into his sister for the night, there was no escaping the world that demanded us back. The world filled with grief and sorrow.

The truth was: Draco and I didn’t belong in that world. The world of heroes and villains. The world of happily ever after’s and storybook endings. We weren’t made for rumors and gossip. Our love didn’t fit in newspapers or hushed conversations.

We belonged to the poets. To the sad prose. We belonged to the orishas of that lake and the wood and the flowers and the earth. Thousands of nymphs and naiads for us to be in the comfort and care of. The fae that would welcome us and protect our love. Our love that grew deep roots and beautiful flowers with no one around to spoil it.

Those were the days that we’d set off without our beloved to the lakes.

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Memories and newspapers(by lunna-star-8)

I didn’t wake up screaming this time… There were tears spilling from my eyes, remnants of nightmares I was yet to get through, but no screaming. My head was becoming a worse place, my nightmares had gone from losing my brothers over and over to all the things I could’ve done differently to save Ace… Could I have stopped Ace from getting into that much trouble if I had forced him to tell me more in Alabasta? Could we have helped if I had just known…? If I had found out more about Vivre Cards, would knowing something was wrong earlier made a difference? If I made a habit of reading newspapers I would’ve known earlier, would trying earlier have made it easier, would Ace still be alive? If, when Lola told us the meaning of the burning Vivre Card, I had convinced Luffy that we should at least check on our brother, would that have helped? We had our crew then, what in the world could’ve stopped all of us…? If I could’ve held onto Ace’s hand tighter when Akainu opened his filthy mouth, would he have listened if I had begged him to turn away…? If I had gotten stronger by the time of the war could I have defeated Magellan and spared Luffy, getting us to Ace faster? Could I have held Akainu back…? Could I have saved us all if I was stronger, smarter… Better informed…?

I don’t think anyone could ever convince me otherwise.

I turned to the side, expecting to see Luffy but for a split second I saw those three little idiots I remembered so well, standing by my bedside “Luna, Luna, are you ok?! Do you want some meat?” “No, she doesn’t need meat, she needs rest.” “Sabo’s right. And what were you doing facing a tiger that big by yourself, idiot?” “Yeah and don’t you try and act like you weren’t the most worried of the three of us, Ace.” “I—I was not!” “But Ace, you were the first to jump to attack the tiger…” “Shut up, rubber for brains.”

I got up so quickly that some of my wounds flared up, only for the memory to fade with the pain. I rubbed the scar over my left eye where three slashes cut through my eyebrow barely missing my eye. I had wanted to prove I could do it, that I was just as capable of holding my own, that I wasn’t a dead weight… They had never once said anything to make me think those things, but I was the only girl, the one that had a tendency to need protecting, I wanted to prove that I wasn’t weak but I bit off more than I could chew and my brothers ended up needing to rescue me. When I told them why I had faced the tiger all by myself, Ace and Sabo had lost it, asking why I would ever think that I needed to prove myself to them… In the dim light of the infirmary, I chuckled to myself thinking that not much had changed since then, except that I was two brothers short…

I got off the bed and put my sandals on before I walked over to Luffy’s bedside, he was still out for the count, no change. Fortunately, he had calmed down, had his nightmares stopped or had they gotten like mine…? I petted his hair before leaning over to kiss his forehead. Being left in that silence wasn’t good for my head, so I grabbed the black coat I had been using and left the room.

The crew was moving around, which meant that it was day time, but that was about as much as I could tell. I said hellos to faces that I remembered seeing around and ended up finding Ikkaku in what I assumed was the engine room or something “Oh! Look who’s out of bed again!” I pushed a laugh onto my lips at her words.

“Hello Ikkaku!” I waved with a smile. Smiling hurt, smiling hurt a lot but it was easier than being left alone with my thoughts “Please tell me you have something I can keep busy with, my wounds are healing but I might die of boredom.”

She laughed before flipping a wrench expertly between her fingers “If I give you something to do, I’ll be the one dying. Death by Captain.”

I shoved my hands in the coat’s pocket “I’ll inform you that captain grumpy has allowed me to walk around.”

She laughed, most likely at my description of her captain “Since when?”

“Since he had to stitch me back up when I first tried to sneak out.” I replied and she tilted her head like she saw where I was coming from “Now, help me out girl. Give me something to do.”

“I don’t remember saying you could do stuff.” The sudden voice behind me made my tiger ears jump out as I turned to find the dark eyes of the captain of the ship.

“LAW?!” His arms were crossed, like he was waiting for me to elaborate “You said I could move around now…”

He nodded “I remember. But I have no recollection of letting you start doing things, in fact, I’m pretty sure I said just the opposite.”

“Grumpy panda.”

“Scardy cat.”

I took my hand to my chest in the most dramatic fashion I could muster “I’m not! The ears just… Come out by themselves…”

“Oh! I was thinking of how you basically hit the roof when I showed up.” I could almost slap his wiseass smirk off his face.

“I was not scared.”

He shrugged as his smirk only grew wider “You could’ve fooled me.”

I was about to argue back when Ikkaku’s voice made me turn back to her “Did you need anything, Captain?” the mechanic seemed amused with our little arguing.

Law looked over at her, ignoring I was even there “Bepo was looking for you, but you know he doesn’t really like to come down here.”

Ikkaku nodded “I’ll go find him in a minute just need to finish this off first.”

“Sure.” He then looked back at me “You’re coming with me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest again and turned away “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll drag you and I’m sure I can find a way to keep youin the infirmary this time.” He didn’t even wait, he just started walking away and, after some huffing, I did end up following after him. Damn panda.

It didn’t take me long to realize we were walking back the way I had come from, I was about to open my mouth to say something when he opened the door before and stepped in, leaving the door open for me to follow. It was a medium sized room, just as we walked in it had a desk followed by a shelf packed with books, there was a couch against the back wall and on the other side of the couch, another stack of books packed in another stack of shelves, on the same wall as the door, there was a medical like bed where he probably did examinations, that was his office.

Looking at the wall to my right, with his desk and bookshelf, I realized that it was the wall right up against the infirmary, more specifically, my bed was right against that wall “You spend a lot of time here?”

He placed his long sword by the side of the desk and hooked up his hat on the back of the chair “I guess you could say that.”

I closed the door behind me as I stepped inside “No wonder you heard my nightmares…”

“I’ve told you not to worry about that.” He pulled his chair and sat, leaning his elbow on the desk “You wanted something to do? Pick a book. You’re not leaving my sight until I know that you won’t bleed to death doing push-ups or something.”

I sat on the couch and crossed my legs as I crossed my arms “You can’t watch me all the time.”

“Last time I checked, I’m the captain here.” He pointed out “I can do just about anything I want.”

I had to hand it to him, couldn’t really argue with him there, but I cracked a smile “You know, I figured it out…”

He raised me and eyebrow “Figured what out?”

“It took me a bit amidst all this and stuff…” I opened the jacket a bit as it wasn’t as cold in his office as it was in the halls “But we’ve met before, in Sabaody.”

He nodded “That’s right, you accused me of being scared of fighting some marines.”

“You were suggesting us leaving instead of fighting.” I shrugged.

“You and your brother had just punched a Celestial Dragon in the face.”

I tilted my head “He deserved it.”

“They always deserve it.” He put his right ankle over his left knee and leaned his elbows now on his leg “What did you call Eustass when he said you were just a first mate?”

I looked up, chuckling at the memory “I called him ‘just an underdeveloped bird brain’ and that nobody held that against him.”

“You could’ve just called him stupid, you know?”

I looked back at him and shrugged putting my hands by my side on the couch “And miss out on this cool line just so bird brain could grasp what I was saying? I don’t think so.” I looked around again to find a newspaper sitting right beside me, I’ve never been the kind of girl to grab a newspaper but I was reaching for this one before I thought much about it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Law’s voice me hesitate “You’re gonna want to stay away from newspapers for a while.”

I only hesitated for a second before I grabbed the paper that was folded in half “Why wouldn’t I—” flipping the newspaper open to look at the front page, my heart stopped – “Gol D. Roger’s bloodline eliminated.” It read in big bold letters right in the front page. My hands started to shake and breathing became hard, I couldn’t even see right, if Law said anything I didn’t hear, all I could hear was the thumping of my heart like damn war drum drowning everything but the bloodlust. I wanted to speak, I wanted to know how long it had been since the war, how long had I been out, I wanted to scream at whomever wrote these damn things, daring to lump Ace with Roger. How dare they?! But I couldn’t breathe let along speak…

My whole body flinched when I felt someone touch my hands, like all my senses returned at the same time. Looking up, it was Law and he quickly raised his hands to me “Are you back?”

I loosened my grip on the paper and looked away as fast as I could “Sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” His voice seemed kinder than usual, like he was expecting me to snap at any moment. I heard the sound of him touching the newspaper and then felt him trying to get me to let go of it “He’s not the son of the king of the pirates, he’s not whitebeard’s second division commander, he’s not fire fist… He’s just your brother.” My fingers slipped from the paper as I bit my lip and covered my eyes with my hand “It’s ok to cry…”

I shook my head feeling my whole-body trembling “I…” my voice cracked and I struggled to keep my tears in “I’ve cried enough…” I swallow my tears and breathe deeply before I pull my hand from my face and force the biggest smile I can onto my lips. I saw his jaw drop slightly as he looked at me, my shoulders dropped “My brothers would be sad if I was crying all the time, like this…” I explained “They never liked to see me crying…”

“I don’t see how a fake smile is any better…” he confessed half avoiding my eyes.

I shrugged slightly “It’s not fake, it’s just hard. Finding smiling hard doesn’t make it fake.”

He sighed standing to his full height, newspaper in his hands “Let’s leave the news for now, yeah? Pick a book, I have no shortage of those.”

“I don’t usually read it anyway…” I admit “Half the time, it’s telling you things you already know and the other half is trying to brainwash you into something. Every word handpicked into a collection of sentences that’s designed specifically to direct your way of thinking. Even the pictures are picked not for the way they show what happened but for the way they frame their narrative.”

“Then why?”

I looked up at him, my fingers fiddling with the stars on my bracelet “I’m the first mate and right now my crew is who knows where… I need to be sure they’re not in some kind of trouble.”

“What if they were? What do you think you could do about that?” he asked still standing in front of me with the paper in his hands.

“I don’t know.” I admitted “But recently, I’ve discovered that I’d rather know and figure it out from there.”

He looked at the paper and turned his back to me “I’ve read this one, nothing about your crew.” He seemed to look down at the paper again before he sighed “But tell you what…” he turned back to me “Have you ever heard of Sora, the Warrior of the Sea?”

I raised him an eyebrow “Should I…? Is he a famous pirate or something?”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that his eyes actually sparkled at my ignorance. He showed me the comic strip, allowed me to read it and explained to me what the hell I was reading, how he’d been reading that since he was a kid in the North Blue and how Sora’s the superhero that fights the evil Germa. I had to admit, it was kind of cute to see him geek out about something, despite the smirks and the smart comebacks, he always seemed too uptight, too closed off. This was a nice side of the Surgeon of Death – no, this was a nice side of Law.

Here’s chapter 4 everybody! I’m living for the relationship between Law and luna ! Can’t wait to read more!