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What if…

Fem!Reader (Isabel Magnolia’s sister) x Levi Ackerman in a secret affair.

Not a full day goes by before Levi makes his way into the clinic again, locking the door behind him as soon as he gets in. Like a man on a mission, set on what he wants — the only way he knows how to live, an intensity that consumes you entirely. You turn to look at him from where you’re standing in front of the desk, frowning while he approaches.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” you’re cut short and breathless when he reaches you, picking you up and landing you on the table in a swift movement. You hear the sound of objects tumbling to the ground, impatient hands moving them away. There’s not even time to giggle before his lips are covering yours, soft and wet and demanding, but you smile against them nevertheless. “What about Furlan and Isabel?”

“I told them I’d meet them at the apartment later, and that I needed to clear my head or another dumb excuse,” he breathes close to your mouth, closed eyes, hiding the heat that lives within them for this short instant.

You nod and sigh, already crumbling under his hands so easily. There are many things you know by now, about his body as well as your own, all the different ways desire and pleasure can be dragged out and brought to completion. Still, there are some things about the nature of this that you can’t quite figure out, which maybe attests to your lack of experience beyond him: are you supposed to feel your pulse quicken from the sight of him only? Sense his presence like a shift in atmosphere, engulfed by the scent of him from afar? Be consumed by the familiar tugging in your lower abdomen and have heat spreading through your center even before his touch has reached you? Could any man make you feel this way, if not Levi?

It’s been months of this, quick escapades between patients and robberies, secret sessions of stolen kisses and undercover sighs. You’re used to his impatience, the urge he has to reach out and touch after days of carefully crafted indifference. He was never one for physical contact, and you suppose you weren’t, either. You wonder why it feels different, now: is this only the effect that life-long deprivation can cause in people? Is that why you feel addicted to it, while he looks restless and even greedy every time you do this? In spite of your own natures, closeness calls to you, as if you’ve only recently found out that you’ve been starving from the lack of it.

Whatever it may be that causes this, you like it. You like it too much , a scorning voice appears to whisper in your ear. Its insistence makes you pull away, also halting his crumpling hands over your shirt at the sides of your body. It’s only then that you’re able to take a good look at his face, the slight furrowing of his forehead that indicates he’s upset about something.

“Elric withdrew from the deal again, the bastard,” he explains before you even ask. “He said it’s become too risky to conduct business with us, because of those idiots from the Military Police that have been on our asses. As if they’ll ever even come close,” he scoffs. While he speaks, your fingers drift from his nape to the sides of his neck, unconsciously trying to soothe him. You think he likes that — one more idiosyncrasy in your arrangement —, but you never really asked.

That’s a big issue, because Elric is an important client with enough purchasing power to push you closer to the surface with each successful business. His withdrawal is a tough setback, and it also means less money to afford the high-end medicines that Yan requires. Levi has every reason to be disappointed.

He leans in again, making his intentions clear. No more talking . This is what he does: he’s upset, he comes here. He’s particularly satisfied about a deal, he comes here. He’s not feeling anything at all, just drifting through the day and trying to find something to take him out of his numbness, his footsteps lead him to this same awaiting place with open arms and legs. This will never not be a mystery to you: why does he do it? Is it boredom, routine, distraction? And why do you keep letting him in? You can pretend not to know the answer to this last question, even though the truth of it has become increasingly hard to ignore.

His kisses become more pressing, hands working to open the buttons of your shirt, lips falling to your neck — good . He mumbles against your skin, finger drifting to draw patterns on the patches of your body he skillfully exposes. There’s a drunkenness to him that only becomes evident in moments such as these, which makes you think he actually likes this as much as you do. There’s lust in his stance, but also care — right?

You sigh and try to keep up, but the rushing thoughts slow your movements. It’s not that you’re starting to question this; it has more to do with the fact that you haven’t questioned this at all, ever since it started. Things just happened and kept on happening, and you told yourself that it was enough to go with the flow, just following wherever it would lead you. You don’t know what changed, exactly, but something seems to have, as the strong pounding of your chest every time he walks in would indicate; or the way you’ve been struggling to keep your hands to yourself in front of Isabel and Furlan, now, having to be extra careful not to let your excitement show when Levi’s fingers graze your skin or when Levi’s eyes flicker across the room to find yours.

“Aren’t you afraid Furlan will figure it out at this rate? He did say he’s onto us,” you recall the vow Furlan swore to see through only yesterday, trying to sound playful, both arms around Levi’s shoulders. Still holding him close in spite of your unexpected, spiraling doubts, legs opening to accommodate his body. He sighs and rests his forehead over your shoulder, leaning both hands on each side of you over the table. Sensing your hesitancy; frustrated about it? He raises his head to look at a spot beyond you, and you want to kiss his cheek. But you refrain yourself from doing it, because that would be purely affectionate, not at all seductive. Would he like it?

“It took months for him to even start suspecting,” he huffs. He seems tired, as the marks under his eyes would suggest. And he came here. Your heart aches inexplicably just from the sight of him, a disgruntling sensation. “At this rate, we’ll find our ways to the surface long before his slow head figures it out”.

And would that be so bad? , you bite your tongue before you say it. Not telling seemed to make sense when this abruptly started. It was never a decision, but something you ended up rolling along with, since it was easier to just keep it between you than to try to explain — hey, we’re casually fucking, is that cool with you?

But time passed — months that seem to hold the same worth of decades. Isabel is not a training girl Levi and Furlan took in anymore, but a steady part of the gang. And you’re not simply Isabel’s sister, but a close addition to the group and a constant part of their plans and ideas. You can’t see yourself parting ways with them, the closest to family you think you’ll ever get. None of you ever dared say the word to each other, almost afraid to jinx it; but it’s true.

So you want to say something about it, but you don’t know what . It’s been a thrilling secret, and maybe you should feel satisfied with that. But you want more , and you’re afraid he’ll keep getting comfortable with less , until whatever this is will just fade into nothing.

“I’m sorry for the deal,” you whisper instead, trying to remind yourself of why he’s here , convince yourself of a satisfying reason. It’s not just sex, but the comfort that exists in it. Deep down, he must know you understand , and that you’re someone he can share his frustrations with — which has happened time and time again, in the form of disgruntled, scattered admissions. You know him, and he knows you; that’s enough, or it has to be.

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes soften, his hand raising to hold your cheek in a way that is almost tender. When he kisses you again, you can feel the vibration of a hum pouring into your tongue, low and sultry, reaching out to spread through your whole body. Languidness takes over the previous rush, your hands bringing his face even closer, wanting to exist in the way your mouths meld together. He bites your bottom lip hard and licks it within a heartbeat, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until you’re unable to tell them apart. Unable to recognize your own voice, needy and breathy, whimpering his name in half agony, half rapture.

His left hand continues to cradle your face affectionately — you can tell yourself that —, tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your fingers dig into his hair, then wander down to feel the expanse of his chest, the shape of his muscles, almost cut-open and bleeding from the sharpness they meet in every corner of him. From the ethereal contour of his face to the honed sturdiness of his body, all of him seems to rip you apart and exposed, an incredibly gentle experience in spite of the deadliness. His hands are soft where they touch you, intent and so warm, drifting to rest on your thighs. Kneading, coaxing, thumbs circling the sensitive region of your lap until you’re dizzy and panting with want.

Your shirt is already half open from his previous efforts, enough of your cleavage showing for his eyes to get caught in it, simultaneously glinting and darkening with lust. He kisses his way down your throat and collarbone, his rhythm building into what it was before, desperate and hungry while he ravages your skin and leaves hidden marks on his wake. You almost cry out when his fingers graze your center, at the same time his lips close around your pebbled nipple over your thin undershirt.

So good , you can hear him mutter from time to time, nodding your head in earnest. He’s not much of a talker when you do this, but his occasional words of encouragement and appreciation are enough to make your insides melt. This is good , your mind repeats in a loop, too damn good , your shirt finally falling all the way down from your shoulder while you work to undo the buttons of his, completely intoxicated in him. His scent, the sweep of his tongue against your lips, the flexing of his arms when they pull you impossibly closer. You have all of this memorized by now, even if it feels new in every repetition.

You’re unraveling with every one of his low groans, the spark in his eyes raising too big of a fire that licks you inside and out, an exquisite burning. This is good , and you know him, don’t you? You know the effect he has on your body, the lowness of his voice, the bite of his clever statements as well as the softness hidden behind the harsh way in which he sometimes delivers his words. But you also know why he holds teacups from the top instead of the handle, the story of how hot liquid stained his clothes and scorched his skin when the delicate china snapped, making him too wary to trust it again. You know how he and Furlan met, the kind of childish alliance that only neglected kids can find in each other, growing into an unbreakable fellowship with every passing week, for years, now. You know that he hates his birthday and the way that it coincides with Christmas, reminding him of the kind of homely celebration he will never experience. The smell of death and the ache in his stomach at the small room he was confined to when too little to escape it, as well as the second desertion he was met with in his life when mysterious eyes turned his back on him for the last time.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, letting the feeling of his hands on your breasts take over you completely, the familiarity of it all. The dangerous, delicious familiarity.

[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 11  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

💌 Word count: 4,843 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

Since talking with you, Sabo has been wracking his brain around the strange sense of familiarity he feels with one of the cases Dragon was detailing and your encounter with "Joker". To be honest he hasn't been paying too much attention to the paperwork since being put on the case. As intellectual as Sabo was he would rather let the rest of the group handle the tedious forms while he got straight to work. His associates would understand. He was a man of action after all.

Sabo walked into the office swiftly tipping his hat to some of his fellow students as he made a graceful beeline to his favorite colleague. Koala didn’t notice the blonde sneaking up on her but just as he was about to pounce Koala seemed to have remembered something. She needed a file located in the next room over. Turning around she collided with Sabo with enough force to bring them both to the floor.

"I'm so sorry I didn't see you!"

The blonde only snickered as he teased her “Aw, I missed you too Koala~" He patted her head as she was still sputtering out a string of apologies.

"Oh it's just you," she sighed, grinning. She thought it was someone else. "Never mind I take back everything I just said." She giggled getting off of him before offering a hand. "I thought you didn't have class today?"

Sabo dusted his hat off before answering "I don't but I'm seeing Ivankov later and I wanted to check something with Dragon about the trafficking case." He grinned putting his hat on his head "I think I have a lead on our broker. You wouldn't happen to know their moniker off the top of your head would you?"

Koala sighed again. Go figure Sabo would forget. "Seriously? What's the point of coming to briefings if you're not going to pay attention." She started shuffling through files knowing it would be easier to have him read it on his own time. Meanwhile Sabo tried to defend himself "Everyone knows I'm better as a field agent rather than intelligence analyst. That's why we," he gestured to Koala before he pointed to himself "make a great team."

He never said he couldn't do it. If he really wanted to he definitely could. Sabo is capable of more than he likes to let on. He has patience and a long list of proper etiquette and formal training he just chooses impromptu chaos for the fuck of it. Luffy and Ace weren’t his brothers for nothing. Unfortunately Koala is aware of this fact.

Koala rolls her eyes. Sabo also wasn't wrong. She did like working with him but she wasn't about to admit it. "Just because I'm the only one good enough to clean up your messes doesn't mean we're a good team." She smacked the blonde with a manila folder "I'm just good at my job. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you only want to whack people with a metal pipe."

Sabo laughed awkwardly, taking the file and following her to Dragon's office "I mean you're not wrong but I just have a more hands on approach one would say." He skimmed through the file and sure enough in big bolded letters the word "Joker" was plastered all over the file.

"Ah bingo," he smirked, taking a pause to denote his victory to himself "I might actually have the puzzle piece to blow this case out of the water."

Right before they walked into the room Sabo looked Koala up and down. "Which reminds me, are you free later tonight? I have a side quest I could use some assistance with."

—

Tonight was the big night and everyone involved gathered in the common room one last time before heading to their set battle stations. It was one hour before operation undercover sneak out, two hours before the boys would kidnap Law and three hours before your New Kama Land debut.

You were going to be seen walking back into the dorms after having dinner with Robin. From there you will trade clothes with Koala as Sabo escorted you, "Koala" to your destination. Everyone none the wiser that you had even left the campus. Did you have to jump through this many hoops? Probably not but it was better to be safe than sorry. Doflamingo was already pulling the strings behind the scenes and based on the "joker" incident someone wanted you out of the way. Hopefully tonight you would have the answers you were looking for. You were running out of time and the ideas well was running dry.

After Sabo gave you the signal that the coast was clear you knocked on the back door and Bon Clay ushered you both inside.

"There’s my sweet little candies! And Sabo, now there's a surprise. Did you finally want to try your hand at the night life?" Ivankov winked as they welcomed you to New Kama Land.

Sabo slouched, crossing his arms "Sorry, but the only pole you'll see me swing around is Ole trusty. I'm here on business but (Y/N) has priority." Ivankov gave him a nod turning their attention back to you.

"You must be the little darling Bon-boy has told me so much about! Such an interesting story it has me at the edge of my seat but all is fair in love and war baby." They motioned for you to follow them up a flight of stairs. "And war requires a wardrobe change."

You were taken to the costume room. Ivankov introduced you to Inazuma who didn't say much while they took your measurements before disappearing amongst the costumes. You could hear shuffling and muttering in the distance. They weren't gone long and when they returned they had a handful of outfits along with two different sets of over the knee thigh high boots. You could choose between a pink or a white pair but either way the style of pleaser shoes were called flamingo, oh the irony.

You decided on the white ones to match with the "slutty bride to be" theme that Shachi suggested. You sifted through the pile of costumes picking out a short strapless white frilly negligee that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. The shape reminded you of a shortened version of one of the wedding dresses you saw at the fitting. You would almost say it was princess-esque. Long fingerless satin bridal gloves that connect to a ring on the middle finger were thrown your way, as well as a white laced corset adorn with diamonds, ribbons and pearls. Instead of a veil you were given a white blindfold that looked opaque to the audience despite being see through. Some interesting choices but somehow you made it work. It almost reminded you of something you saw in a video game.

Bon Clay had lent you a pair of eight inch heels to practice in but no amount of practice could make walking down the stairs any less terrifying. You death gripped the railing during your descent back to the green room. You were slightly nervous. You hadn’t done anything like this before. Which isn't to say you hadn't danced in skimpy clothes performing provocatively for an audience, it was just your first time doing so on a pole in shoes that could easily injure you if you're not careful, but who doesn't like a little danger. Law better appreciate the time and energy you put into this or you will kick his ass. Scratch that you were going to kick his ass regardless. He deserved it.

Everyone at New Kama Land was a delight to work with each of them showing you where to make your entrance, how to make your exit and tips and tricks of the trade. If you crash and burn you were told to bite your lip, twirl your hair, and shake your tits or ass, people will forget it ever happened. You were astonished with the amount of positivity you received over your dress rehearsal. It helped put you more at ease over the evening. It was a lot of walking on eggshells and into unknown territory from here on out.

The worst part of all of this was the small voice in the back of your head that continued to tell you none of this will be worth it. That no matter what you do Law would disregard the effort everyone was making to save him because he had too much pride. The headstrong asshole already deserted you without a word. You wish you knew what exactly was going on in his head, you really did. You thought you were getting mixed signals before but now more so than ever. If only he knew how you felt about it. About him. Hopefully he would tonight.

"(Stripper Name), you're on in five!"

You were pulled from your thoughts as Bon Clay gave you your 5 minute call. "Thank you five." You responded warily, deciding to wait side stage, mulling over your relationship. A lot has happened in the span of 2 months but it feels like you've been together for much longer. You don't want it to be the end. You don't want it to end like this and deep down you know Law doesn't either.

—

Law doesn’t like being told what to do. He mentions it often enough but since leaving Dressrosa he's been bored out of his mind. The unwanted Bachelors party will be a nice change of pace. With each day, the wedding approached counting down his last few days of freedom. He didn't want to give up but he's lost all hope. He already lost Corazon and he hasn't been able to shake the eerie feeling that he may never wake up. It was all his fault too and if he was in a better position he would be planning his revenge against Doffy but he has enough on his plate on that front. In addition he fucked himself ten times over with (Y/N) and doubts he has second, or well third chance at this point. Doflamingo has him wrapped around his fingers dancing in the palm of his hand. At this point without any leverage Law would need to perform a miracle, and he's never been one to have that kind of faith.

If anyone could perform a miracle it would be straw hat but he's just as reckless as he is helpful and the odds of him making everything worse is also a possibility, whether the outcome is preferable or not. Law dug his grave pretty deep this time he might as well stop dragging people down with him.

Speaking of dragging people, Shachi and Penguin haven't stopped grinning since they picked Law up. They were currently sitting in the VIP booth at some strip club Law had never heard of. Go figure. Law doesn’t know what he was expecting them to come up with but even this seemed too predictable. He polished off his drink welcoming the burning sensation down his throat. It was going to be a long night he supposed. He didn't really have any interest in the dancers so the only other thing he had was the alcohol.

"Give it up one more time for Usakkov!"

The patrons all cheer wildly as the candie in question takes another bow. "Everyone's favorite honey bunny will now be available for private performances, for those who want a little extra sugar! Just flag us down, any waitress will do, but be careful you're not going to want to miss this next performance, they're a real treat~" The MC winked at the crowd for emphasis. Law thought it was an interesting system. He half wondered if that's why they were sitting in the VIP section; he wouldn't doubt it by the way his two comrades were murmuring to each other. If that was the case he was going to need another drink. Being the center of attention wasn't his thing either, sexual or otherwise.

"Now our next candie is making their New Kama Land debut tonight, and tonight only! Let me set the stage for our Lady in waiting, our very own bride to be (Stripper Name)~" The MC flourished their hands, white petals falling from their fingers as they made their exit. What a strange intro to the next act. "Bride to be?" This had to be what those two knuckleheads planned. Law's suspicions were confirmed but his jaw dropped in utter shock and surprise. He could feel the heat around the collar of his shirt rising to his cheeks. He glared at Shachi and Penguin as they threw him a thumbs up cheering with their drinks in hand.

—

As your song starts you slowly strut on stage making the most of every hip sway before chassing with your arms in a high third to get into your starting pose, gracefully port de braing your arms down for your standard ballet B plus . As you took a breath mostly to calm your nerves, you locked eyes with Law. It was the most emotion you think you've ever seen from him yet he seemed frozen in place. Stunned by shock or fear you couldn't tell.

You start again slowly piqueing into arabesque holding it at ninety degrees before penchéing down. Your stripper heels prevent you from touching the floor as your leg finishes the split in the air. Once again you hold it for a brief moment before relaxing your upper body while pliéing your standing leg, allowing yourself to roll forward landing on your back with one knee up, arms spread out to the side as you arch your back up as much as possible gracefully pulling your upper body leading with your chest. You tilt your head back and breathe in the moment.

You were told the more time you spent doing floor work the less time you'd actually need to spend on the pole. Being a dancer you had a few tricks up your sleeve. You tried your best to choreograph something showy that passes as a typical performance but you didn’t care about specifics as long as Law was watching. You leaned back on your elbow playfully dragging your heels into the air. Changementing them like a little flutter before whacking into a spread eagle. The crowd cheered and whistled at the action however Law still looked frozen in place getting redder by the minute. His brain was probably short circuiting. You rolled your eyes. Who knew the great Trafalgar Law could still be enticed by something like this.

Pitching yourself forward you slowly walk your hands in front of you stretching yourself flat with the floor, sitting in your middle split. You pull your arms back in, leaning into your chest, more so you can shift the weight off your legs. You roll through your middle split. The shoes were gripping the floor more than you would like. To fix this you needed to stick out your ass higher in the air, as much as you could on your tiptoes to help shift the weight enough to allow you to close your legs behind you. You were resting on your elbows presenting yourself nicely in the air. You move to thrust quickly into the floor, only touching it lightly before popping it back up, this time with your knees propping you up, arching your back slightly. You slide one knee at a time into your chest and crawl across the short distance to the pole.

You rolled onto your feet delicately as you finally touched the pole body rolling into it. While flicking your leg behind you, you twirl yourself around the pole. You start off simple with a fan kick, something you do all the time. The only difference now is that you were holding a pole to lift you off the ground. You walk yourself swaying your hips around the pole getting a feel for where you are in the music. You stopped paying attention to the crowd as they shouted for more. You weren’t here for them. You glanced back at Law to make sure he was still watching.

You kick off to get some extra height for an attitude spin and on your third rotation you swing your legs around to sit on the pole stretching your arms out to the side like you were told while giving yourself a little rest. The latex boots were gripping the pole keeping you in place. A fun little life hack you learned about wearing boots versus heels.

What were you thinking?

You transition into another position trying to remember exactly how to grip the pole for the pose you’re thinking of. The world was still spinning but your mind couldn’t help drifting to Law. You don't even know what to say to him. You didn't actually think that far ahead. If you’re being really honest you just wanted to see him. There were too many questions you had and not enough answers that would satisfy you.

You let yourself slide down the pole into a backend. Thrusting your hips up as you body roll a few times before pulling yourself back up. Stepping around the world a few times you mentally sigh. It's times like these when you wish you didn't have to be so extra but Law’s stubbornness didn’t help you either. You still don't know what Doffy said to him to make him cut ties so abruptly. To make him go against everything he was saying from the start.

You close your eyes and feel the pole doing the most basic inversion you remember. Your music will be ending soon; you might as well make the most of it. You bring yourself down stepping through to fall into a back hook. After a few rotations just like earlier you let yourself slide down the pole stopping on your knees in front of Law. You avoid eye contact even though he can't see through your white blindfold. You felt too much looking at his eyes.

You continue your last bit of floor work. You might not understand Law at the moment but maybe you could show him where you stand in all of this. When you finally finish your set draping yourself on the pole you look back to his seat. He was already gone and so were the rest of the crew. You frowned as you walked off stage ignoring the audience's cheers at your performance.

You huff and hit the wall when you get off stage. It was all for nothing, he's already gone. Sabo and Bon Clay praise you for your performance as you give them a weak smile in return. You were surprised that Sabo stayed to watch. You were about to say the mission failed when Ivankov pulled you aside.

"(Stripper name)! You have a request for a private performance." They wink at you as you remembered you're still technically on the clock. Nodding as you're ushered to a private room you pass Shachi and Penguin who give you a thumbs up. That's when you snapped out of your sulk and your heart started hammering in your chest. Ivankov pats your shoulders leaving you to walk in on your own.

The moment you step inside you're pulled in and pushed against the door. Law forcefully kissed you passionately as you gasped into his mouth at the sudden contact. It was dizzying as he deepened the kiss pushing his knee between your legs. You could feel that familiar fire course through your veins, the one that had you melt into him so much so you almost forgot you're supposed to be angry with him. By the time you remembered he pulled away first.

"Do you know how reckless that stunt was (Y/N)! Why are you like this! You’re almost as bad as straw hat-ya" He looked furious but embarrassed at the same time his face was the reddest you've ever seen. He looked hot, you always thought Law became sexier when he was livid. The way he's being assertive and commanding gets you weak but you have to focus. You ripped off your blindfold to get a better view of your target as your hand moved on its own connecting with his cheek. The slap echoed off the walls as you shouted "That's rich coming from you!"

He was too stunned by your actions to realize his cheek stung with a sharp pain. It took him a moment to register what just happened and how he impulsively acted. “I,...” he paused before finally admitting “I deserved that.”

“Damn straight you fucken asshole!” You shouted pushing him away as you started angrily hitting his chest with your balled up fists. Not enough to hurt but to get your point across as you tear up. "Do you even know the lengths I had to go through to be here right now?! You idiot! You leave without a word, avoid me like I didn't exist and you have the audacity to ask me "why, I'm like this?"" You stop your assault falling into his warm embrace. Your heels make you tall enough to rest your head on his shoulder. He grips you tighter, knowing he deserves worse for how he’s treated you. He hates himself for it.

"(Y/N), look I'm sorry I-"

You push him away again a little harder than you meant to causing him to stumble back onto one of the many couches in the room. You were pissed "No, you don’t get to say that! I don't want your apology, I want answers!" You tried to hold them back but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins hot tears streamed down your face as your legs wavered. You didn't realize how much you missed him. You need to take off your shoes before you break your ankle, you don't have the strength to hold yourself up anymore but you stay standing in front of Law waiting for an answer. You see his expression flash through multiple. He was clearly frustrated with the situation and or himself.

He grits his teeth before his expression stays at concern. "I promise I'll explain, just let me help." He sounded defeated but motioned for you to sit beside him.

You sigh, "Help is the last thing I want from you." Despite saying that you sat next to him swinging your legs over his lap as he worked on unfastening the buckles. He was quiet as he collected his thoughts knowing how tense the air between you was.

"That night with Doflamingo and Pudding, when Pudding pulled you into the bathroom he showed me a file. He had Vergo run a background check on you. It had your family history, school records, they found your mother's hospital,"

Your eyes widened as the words left his mouth. He continued "If I kept associating with you he threatened to make your life a living hell starting with the destruction of the hospital." Law put the shoes down pulling you into his lap. He took a moment to wipe away the stray tears from your face before deflating and slumping into the crook of your neck. He couldn't face you anymore, not after what he's put you through. He hated this feeling of vulnerability; it was hard letting people in. Letting people help when he felt so useless. Especially after he's done more harm than good.

"He had me cornered, I didn't know what to do. Every outcome I could think of lead to hurting you in some way shape or form. All I could do was sit and watch." He grit his teeth and took a shaky breath as his usually collected demeanor cracked. "I figured if I got you to hate me it would hurt less and you could move on."

Hearing him sound almost broken softened your standoffish attitude as you slowly wrapped your arms around him. “God fucking damnit, why do you always have to shoulder everything by yourself?” you give into his warmth again. You were a sucker for being held like this, by Law knowing he could use the comfort. You finally felt him relax. You both have to stop ending up like this. Your heart can only take so much but the worst is yet to come.

This is much more complicated than you anticipated. Without a shadow of a doubt Doflamingo was behind the “Joker” incident and with Corazon out of commission for the time being, you had no other affiliations with the Donquixote's outside of being Pudding’s maid of honor. You were at a loss and now you know he has not only your career but your mom held hostage. Great.

Your only ace up your sleeve was the fact that Doflamingo doesn't know the rest of the strawhats are going to the wedding with the Vinesmokes. And even then that's not really an ace up your sleeve, it’s more of a shitty last resort. You know Luffy was not afraid to make a scene. If anyone can manage to stop the wedding it would be him but you can only imagine how bad the collateral damage will be. You'd rather not get too involved, not in front of the public eye anyway. Who knows what kind of a story they’ll twist it to be with your involvement and you need to tread lightly.

You pulled back to look at Law. For the first time in a while you were finally on the same page. "Your hands might be tied but mine aren't." You bit your lip trying to think about it. There must be some angle you can take advantage of “I can’t give up now. There has to be something I can do.” Knowing that Doflamingo has your mother held hostage complicates things on your part. You could care less about your professional career, that was something you could do anywhere but you only have one mother. You sigh, falling back into Law’s neck as he hums.

"You could forgive me." He kissed your neck softly, hoping it was enough to smooth things over. He's not exactly sure where he stands with you in all of this. The most he's sure of is that at least you don't seem like you want to kill him.

Law needs to do better if he wants to be back on your good side. "Yeah I could, but I'm still mad," you paused. You really don't want to fight anymore. "I thought we were supposed to be a power couple. What happened?"

You felt Law hold you closer as he mumbled "Communicating my emotional state is not my strong suit." He doesn't like the squeamish feeling he has admitting his flaws out loud.

You scoffed at him "Communicating, period, is not your strong suit." You melt into the embrace again. You don’t know how much longer you guys have the room for but you were going to make the most of it. This was probably the last time you would be seeing him before the wedding. You stayed like that for a while in silence.

"So where do we go from here?" Law sounded hopeful despite still holding his breath.

You act dumbfounded at the question playing up the fact that you're still a bit cross with him. "What do you mean, "we" right now I don’t see how there is a “we” you’re someone else’s fiance!” you groan playfully shifting to face him again “And having an affair right before the wedding? I didn't know you were so naughty~” you smirked seeing him frown.

Law rolled his eyes. If you wanted to tease him, so be it. "Just kiss your boyfriend already."

You didn't have to be told twice before you connected your lips with his.

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“That’s all I got so far. I was hoping you would know something we don’t being this close to the action.”

Sabo showed Ivankov the file from Dragon. A lot of things in the underground passed through Ivankov's neck of the woods. It was always convenient having someone on the inside. Joker seemed to be well known for distributing weapons and drugs but they've never been able to pinpoint their suppliers or trade routes.

"Have you heard of Sonrisa?”

Sabo shook his head as Ivankov continued “It started popping up not too long ago. We’re not sure about its origins but it’s one hell of a drug. We managed to intercept a shipment before it left for who knows where. One of our candies was able to trace it back to Kaido’s territory.” Ivankov closed the file. “Given that, your theory might not be all that far fetched.”

“How so?” Sabo had a gut feeling but he would still like to know. They knew Kaido was most likely manufacturing and distributing weaponry across the border but they could never catch the transit in action. Could that be where Joker came in?

“Oh? You don’t know, Sonrisa means smile in Spanish.”

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writing fanfiction on paper is so fucking therapeutic

[erinwantstowrite]

CHAPTER 17!!!!! they're my silly billies (you are ignoring that dick doesn't exactly look like himself here that's because i was pushing through art block when i drew the first image)

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

[lukasz-r]

I've been starting at the finish line my whole life

"Burn it down, huh? What the hell's left to burn?"

Inspo : Peach-flavored kisses by introverted_survivalist (@introverted-monkey-noises) on ao3, the quotes are from chapter 15 (which is my favorite chapter)

[kibagib]

GHOAP PUNISHER AU PART 3/?

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Pjsekai magical girl au where all the leaders are recruited by miku to be magical girls send tweet

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[muffinlance]

Hey fic rec time! I didn't do these often so you KNOW it's good

If you like Star Wars and Mandos and falling in love with character dynamics you'll never be able to find again because OP just smooshed together things that never existed before

May I introduce you to:

Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous

Yes Anonymous come out here OP so I can put you in a little jar and provide you optimal writing enrichment and maybe shake you a little to see how you work

Author Summary:

Feemor saves a random Mandalorian and earns himself the position of Jedi watchman for the sector. Now if only the mandos would stop hunting him so that he can investigate this terrorist cell in peace.

Jaster really wants to talk to the jedi who slapped the darksaber into his hands before running off. Now if only the haat'ade could track him down.

My Summary:

Feemor Gives Mandalorians a Life-Changing Field Trip (No They Cannot Exit This Ride): The Fic

The writing is so smooth the humor is HIGH-LARIOUS the angst is wrapped up in the humor which is wrapped up in outsider POV

It's like you went to Fic Restaurant and the waiter slapped the menu out of your hand and said "I've got the good shit" and you were too terrified to protest that actually you were just here for a little hurt/comfort fix-it fic but when they came back

Oh damn

Oh that is the good shit

Anyway click this it's the good shit

[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 10  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

💌 Word count: 4,712 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

“Can the numbers that were called step forward?” Those who were called did as they were instructed. You mentally sighed in relief. You’ve done this song and dance many times, especially with this director. It was their signature move to cut the auditioners down before selecting callbacks and deliberating the final casting. You were currently in the middle of an audition at an off campus theatre for a musical practically written for you. It was an amazing opportunity for you, as the playwright was the disciple of a famous Broadway composer & playwright. With the connections they had you’d be a shoe in for the industry. This was your big break. You could almost taste it. You've worked your ass off to be where you were today and it's finally paid off. If only your parents could see you now, they'd be proud.

The director looked at the line up one last time. “Thank you for your time, you were all great performers but unfortunately we will not be requiring your talents for this production. If anything changes we’ll contact you within the next few weeks. Feel free to stay or leave at your leisure but we do ask you to do so quietly.”

Your heart stopped. This has never happened before. You followed the line off stage as you passed by shocked classmates who auditioned with you. You could tell by their expression that no one had seen this coming. It’s very rare for you not to be casted given your skillset and charm but you win some you lose some. Although no one liked losing some. “Can numbers 36, 3, 17, 43 and 11 go to the lobby for callbacks? The rest of you may take a short break before we resume the cold readings.” The musical director and the playwright grabbed their things before relocating to the lobby leaving the director to twirl their pen for a moment before they added “And can number 2 follow me to my office please.” that was your number but you don't know if that was a good or bad thing.

You were about to grab your things to leave before they called you to their office. You were slightly relieved but still confused as they motioned for you to enter the space and take a seat with almost a worried expression. “(Y/N), I was told to not tell you but I don’t think it would be fair to someone as hardworking as you, to leave you in the dark.” you tilted your head not understanding where they were going as they continued “We received a call from our benefactors to not cast you in this show. I tried to argue with them because I know you would have been the right person for the protagonist and after your audition today it proved my case but they were very adamant about the decision. They said that if I casted you at all, Joker would have their heads.” Your eyes widened in shock as the director sincerely apologized to you before letting you go. This was the first time in a long time that you were refused a role, while it wasn’t the end of the world you really wanted the distraction. After everything you hoped at least a different facet of your life would work out but it seems the universe had other plans for you.

As you made it back to the dorms you were mystified at the situation at hand. Who was this “Joker” person and why did they have it out for you? You don’t remember making enemies with anyone recent or otherwise and especially not in the industry. Your record was squeaky clean in that regard. As you walked in you were met with the rest of your dorm having a movie night. You forgot that it was tonight. Three or four months ago you all started a challenge to see who could find the best, worst horror movie out there. It was Ussop’s turn to showcase his pick and apparently he chose “Attack of the killer tomatoes” as his entry. It was a pretty strong contender versus Nami’s recommendation of “Sharknado”, Franky's suggestion of “Rubber” yes the one about killer tires, Robin threw in “Birdemic shock and terror”, Brook made you all watch Nicholas Cage’s “The Wickerman”, Sanji brought “The Refrigerator” which was his second choice because he didn’t want to ruin cotton candy for Chopper since he wanted to propose “Killer Klowns From Outer Space”, Ace’s movie was “Frozen” not the Disney film although he tried to submit that as his take first, Sabo’s pick was “The Happening” and Luffy offered up a suicide squad parody movie called “Sinister Squad”. Which you thought was a good rendition, you’re a sucker for fairytale crossovers but compared to everyone else you think he misunderstood the assignment.

Everyone had some glorious choices although that was leaving you with less options to bring to the table but you still had some time to find a gem before it was your turn to showcase your selection. You glanced around the room and took a seat next to Zoro. As you leaned over the marimo to grab some popcorn he asked you how the audition went. “Allegedly someone by the name of “Joker” has it out for me, the director couldn’t cast me because of it.” you shoved popcorn in your mouth to help lift your spirits. Zoro shrugged, he didn't know a "joker" and there wasn’t much he could say that could make you feel better. Instead he moved the popcorn closer to you and gave you a “Weird.” in return. The rest of the night took your mind off of the audition for the most part. There was no point in dwelling on it when you had no idea who “Joker” was, you’re not even sure how to find out that kind of information. The movie continued on and eventually everyone retired to their dorms. Hopefully things will make sense tomorrow.

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The jiggling of the bell on the door could be heard throughout the bookstore causing Law to look up from what he was reading. He couldn’t stand another one of Doflamingo’s lectures about the wedding plans. It was bad enough that he was in this predicament so he left Dressrosa and fled to one of his favorite quiet spaces near the university. Law felt bad that he was making everyone drive back and forth for wedding obligations despite knowing they didn’t mind at all. At this point he might as well steak out around the university since he doubts Bepo, Shachi and Penguin planned for the party to be in or near Dressrosa. He sipped his coffee, noticing the trio looking for him. Law gave a subtle nod when they made eye contact.

Law had texted the crew prior to him arriving knowing that they had a lot to discuss involving said bachelor party. Personally he didn’t want the goddamn party just like he didn’t want to be married but since life gave him lemons, he wanted to put salt into Doffy’s lemonade. He was interested to see what the hell they came up with to help ruin Doffy financially. Although Law knew deep down that some little party would never actually crush the empire the blonde created, but he could at least dream. Right now he was a dog on a leash and he hated every minute of it. He hasn’t been sleeping well since Corazon was in the hospital and despite being on academic leave he needed something to distract from Doflamingo’s obsessive cocky nagging as he prattled on about one thing or another that Law had no interest in and didn’t care about. The man has literally been living off of coffee and spite for the past few days. Not to mention his rash behavior over the fitting and avidly trying to make (Y/N) hate him or at least that’s what he was trying to do. At this point he truly didn’t remember what he said, all he knew was, she was pissed and hopefully over him romantically. It wasn’t his finest plan given their history but he was starting to become the shell of the man he once was. He just wants a break from the inevitable.

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin approached Law’s cozy reading nook concerned for his well being. They almost approached with the same energy you would a cornered animal that was ready to bite at any moment. Law sighed putting his book down. “I’m fine. I just want to talk about the party.” He saw each of them frantically looking at each other motioning for the other to speak. When no one did they basically started a game of charades with each other. Each of them making wild gestures only for the others to shake their heads. This cycle repeated for longer than Law thought it would. No one wanted to be the person to bring up the elephant in the room but they knew they had to talk about it at some point. Law sipped his coffee again not paying any attention to their antics knowing that this is how they were when they thought he would get mad at them. Law let them figure it out by themselves for a moment. Eventually they huddled into a group circle and decided who would speak after a round of rock, paper, scissors before Bepo and Penguin grinned and pushed Shachi forward. The redhead stumbled slightly before glaring at the other two exchanging a silent “This isn’t over” and clearing his throat. “First, what happened at the fitting? You owe us that much, captain.” his tone was cautious like he expected Law to snap at them for asking.

Law rolled his eyes. Even after knowing him for all these years they still insist on using that term of superiority. He didn’t want them to stop but right now he didn’t feel much like a captain. A captain should be able to protect their crew at all costs and he's failed.

“I had a phone call and took a walk. My apologies for making you all wait-”

Penguin scoffed, interrupting him “We all know that’s not what we’re referring to.” Shachi stood his ground next to him as Bepo cowardly hid behind the two. It was rare for them to confront Law but then again it was rare for Law to seemingly be in the wrong. “What happened between (Y/N) and I is none of your business.” Law put his coffee down.

“Like hell it is! We're not that dense, you know it affects everyone in the dorm.”

Law snapped back “That doesn’t make it their business either!” He might have spoken too loudly with his retort as some of the patrons looked their way. A few quick glares in their direction would do the trick and sure enough people quickly turned around breaking eye contact from the clearly aggravated surgeon.

“But you still love her right?” Bepo leaned over Penguin’s shoulder to see Law’s facade crack for a tick before his demeanor shifted back. It stunned everyone. That seemed to calm them down enough for the subject to divert slightly. Penguin sighed "Just tell me one thing," he looked Law in the eyes "Do you at least have a good reason for being a complete ass."

Law looked away and cleared his throat. That was enough for the trio to back off. Knowing Law the way they should; he wouldn't do something like this without a good reason. Hopefully (Y/N) would be able to drag it out of him and manage to fix this mess. The trio nodded before relaxing into the adjacent seats. Shachi smirked, "Anyways the party's gonna be lit so don't even worry about it." Penguin snickered as well while Bepo was still a little tense but they all gave him a knowing look.

Law raised an eyebrow "Why are you looking at me like that? What did you guys do?" He didn’t like the endless possibility of what those looks could mean.

The three lackeys laughed "Wouldn't you like to know."

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“That should be the last of it. Are we forgetting something?” you asked Sanji looking over everything you packed. It wasn’t much which is why you felt like you were forgetting something. Tonight was the bachelorette party and you had no idea what you were doing. You pretty much walked into the nearest Party City and bought a bunch of random crap that was in the specific section. Lots of pink, white and dick shaped decorations as well as little trinkets littered the isle and unfortunately you didn’t know Pudding well enough to confidently know if she would find them funny or not. Sanji was no help either and to no surprise he was off in his own little daydream as he scribbled down who knows what in a little black book. He was probably running through last minute details of the menu but honestly you wouldn’t know. You were too busy flipping through Pudding’s wedding planner to see if there were any hints to what she’d like but it was all blank. An entire book based on her thoughts and opinions and yet there was nothing about her personal interest. In the end google is your friend as you looked up ideas. Truth be told you should have done that days ago but after what happened at the audition you weren’t in the mood.

In the morning your mind kept circling back to who this “Joker” was. Did they like batman? Were they some kind of rich psychopath? Maybe some old crotchety theatre nerd, who knows. You huffed tilting your head back without realizing Sabo was leaning on that part of the couch reading the newspaper. He looked at you curiously “You good?”

“Physically yes, mentally no?” you sighed curling back on the couch. Sabo walked around the side to sit next to you. He gave you a soft smile before he asked “Care if I pick your brain apart?”

You shifted to lay down like you were in therapy “So, you know how I had that audition the other night?” Sabo hummed in response letting you continue “Well the director said they couldn’t cast me because of someone named “Joker”. They said that if they did he’d have their heads but I have no idea who that is and I don’t remember making any enemies in the industry.”

Sabo scratched his chin. He feels like he’s heard that name before but it wasn’t like the moniker “Joker” was unique or anything. “Peculiar indeed," he gave a light chuckle. "You've said theatre is cutthroat but I didn’t think you meant it like that.” Sabo tried to figure out whether he was imagining the familiarity of the name or if he genuinely heard it somewhere before. It wouldn’t be that weird with his line of work.

“That’s what I’m saying. I’ve worked with the director before which is why he even told me about it in the first place but the playwright and the composer are from Broadway so who knows.” you shifted to look at the blonde.

Sabo thought about it for a moment as to why the entertainment industry would have it out for a student at One Piece. Maybe if Sabo knew who’s heads would roll he could try to piece more of it together. He blinked for a second “This was for Wano Country Theatre right?” You nodded.

Wano Country Theatre is currently being overseen by Kaido of the Beasts, or simply put, Kaido Corp. The company was well known for producing obscure props and extremely detailed historically accurate weapon replicas. Nothing too out of the ordinary although they used to be good business partners with Big Mom Bakes but it didn’t really work out in the long run. Although it still doesn't lend much to who would take the hit from having you participate in the show, that was the outlier. Interesting, especially with the new development with Smile Corp but to Sabo’s knowledge Kaido doesn’t have any affiliations with Doflamingo, does he?

“Hello? Earth to Sabo?” you snapped him out of his train of thought. It might be worth looking into after all. Ivankov was in the entertainment business so there was a chance they might know something and asking Dragon if he’s heard of “Joker” wouldn’t hurt either. This actually might be the break in the case he was looking for. He gave his patented innocent smile “I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe one of the rich kids in your class paid them off and this is all one big “Joke” as one would call it.”

“Honestly I wouldn’t put it past (Rival’s/N).”

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While Sanji drove you over to the Baratie you searched the internet for what most bachelorette parties entail and it seems like you either do something boujee and lavish like a spa day or some cute homely diy thing other than that it seems the most common thing was to go clubbing or bar hopping. Comparatively renting out the Baratie and a karaoke machine was pretty good but how long would it take to be boring. You were worried that it wouldn’t be entertaining enough especially since the group was kind of divided. You scrolled for more ideas that you could do with as few resources as possible when Sanji gave his pitch.

“I could teach you guys how to mix cocktails. Might be fun. Drinking games are also fairly popular or so I’ve heard.” The look Sanji had on his face basically told you that he had ulterior motives but you were grasping at straws and it didn’t seem like half bad of an idea. “Sounds good to me, you can lead most of the activities then. Reading some of these suggestions makes it seem like a bachelorette party is just an adult slumber party. Pillow fights were even one of the suggestions here.” If only you were closer friends with everyone then it wouldn’t be that awkward. On top of that your mind was elsewhere as the date for the bachelor party approached. Not to mention you still had no idea how you were supposed to stop the wedding and you were running out of time.

Sanji dragged you out of your thoughts as he pulled into the loading dock. “I don’t mind running the show, being a good host comes with the job of being a cook but I thought every girl daydreams about this kind of stuff at one point or another. Why don’t you just do what you would have wanted for your bachelorette party?”

As you help him carry stuff in you hummed “Sure when I was a kid I hoped I’d get married one day but I never really thought about it seriously. Heck when I was a kid I didn’t even know what a bachelorette party was. Even now from my understanding it's your “Last night being single” so you celebrate it by doing things you can't do if you're married but like most of these suggestions you can still do when you're married? I don’t know, I guess I’m still naive.” A light bulb finally went off in your head. “Damn, maybe I should have hired a real stripper.” you looked Sanji up and down as he lit his cigarette. He was still wearing his casual clothes. You wonder if you still had time to convince him to wear what you brought. The blonde must have noticed you staring because he grimaced.

"Hey hey for the last time I'm not wearing the sexy bunny girl suit no matter how good my legs would look in fishnets," the moment he paused you could see the gears switch to his flirtier side. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the heart eyes because of the nature of your situation but since he was going to be surrounded by beautiful ladies all night it was expected. “Although if you and the other girls wanted to wear it I’d love to see that!” He twirled around with excitement at the prospect.

You sucked your teeth "Tsk, you're no fun." You had half a mind to tell him about Pudding’s crush to negotiate otherwise but you decided against it. The chances of that coming back to bite you in the ass was too prevalent for you to take the risk. Instead you continued to decorate the place with streamers and balloons while Sanji disappeared into the kitchen. By the time you were finally finished you hadn’t realized how late it’s gotten. They’d start arriving soon and you were still wearing your casual clothes. To be honest you didn’t really go over the dress code for tonight you just assumed everyone else would be wearing something a little more dressy. You brought a few different options just in case. As you went to change you bumped into Sanji who was fixing his hair. You’ve always known the blonde looked good in a suite but you were such a sucker for formal wear. How could anyone resist a pinstripe double-breasted business vest on top of a white button up that was rolled up to the elbow. It’s classy as hell but true to his word Sanji was sporting a pair of black lace bunny ears.

You couldn’t resist the urge to whistle “Looking good, Pudding’s gonna swoon when she sees you.”

Sanji’s face was dusted with blush as he tried to clear his throat “Y-you think so?” you only nodded walking into the lady’s room to change. Only when you were out of ear shot did you say “I know so.” A real shame she was getting married to Law. Had they met sooner, who knows what would have happened.

—

After you came out you managed to put away the extra supplies before the others started showing up. While you waited for Law’s sisters to join the group you noticed everyone sort of hit it off despite the strange set of circumstances. At least it won’t be that awkward now. By the time the three showed up, Pudding seemed like she was Nami’s new bestie. As you greeted Law’s sisters again Baby 5 gave you a hug straight away while Sugar showed off her new bear. Monet waited patiently for her turn smirking at you and pulling you into a hug. You think back to what she said at the fitting while she pulled away. She winked at you as she bounced over to the others. You have no idea if she was being serious or just messing with you and at this point you were too scared to ask.

Sanji was in heaven as he taught you all how to make some basic cocktails. Pudding's drink involved using a shaker and no matter how Sanji demonstrated the technique she just couldn't quite understand how to shake it like he was. Sanji swiftly stood behind her wrapping his arms around hers to do the motion with her. Now you understood how Monet felt watching you and Law interact. Ew, pining people. You tried not to let the thought show on your face as you sipped your drink. It was good. Maybe if your acting career failed you could pick up bartending. While everyone sampled each other's drinks you learned yours was pretty decent. All together the activity seemed fun and interesting to everyone.

After a few drinks you were ready and fired up for karaoke. Sanji brought out some appetizers while Nami started it off with “Rich Girl” by Gewn Stefani. Monet wanted to go next singing “I’m like a bird” by Nelly Furtado followed by Sugar singing "I want Candy" by Aaron Carter. Baby 5 somehow convinced you to sing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls with her and everyone had a good laugh at Robin insisting on singing "Tequila" by The Champs. Pudding couldn't decide on a song on what to sing so she passed the mic to Sanji and he sang "Mambo number 5" by Lou Bega. Afterwards, Pudding sang "Won't say I'm in love" by Alan Menken and David Zippel. Once everyone had a turn Sanji brought out the main course. You all ate, drank and sang to your heart's content. As the night continued and the drinks settled in Sanji coaxed everyone into another venture.

He rearranged everyone’s drinks around to be in front of their respective owner and with a flourish of his hand twirled an empty bottle in his hand before setting it on the table. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said “Spin the bottle, kiss or shot edition!” He took a bow like he was a genius waiting for applause. You only laughed at the gesture. Leave it to Sanji to try to get two ladies to kiss, that had to be one of his fantasies. When you glanced around the table you were stunned at the challenging expressions you received. Sugar had no interest but it seemed Robin and Baby 5 smiled suggesting it could be fun and Nami and Monet were glaring daggers at each other saying they weren’t going to lose. Pudding’s face was red and she was staring at Sanji.

She looked embarrassed but she pointed at the blonde “Y-Y-You have to play too. It’s not fair for you just to watch.” Sanji’s suave act faltered for a second before the heart eyes appeared and steam blew out of his nose. He twirled around grabbing a glass for himself. That’s how you ended up five shots in, beginning to think that you should start kissing already. With all the liquid filtering through your liver, your stomach wasn't too happy. Unfortunately the only people you seemed to land on were Pudding and Sugar. Sugar had no interest but Pudding was getting frustrated that you were the only one who kept landing on her. You didn’t want to land on her either for obvious reasons but at this point, especially with the drinks you had earlier you wanted the smooches. You had a pretty good tolerance, it was just a lot at this point in the night. The game was starting to turn more into truth, dare, shot or kiss but everyone was still surprisingly having a good time. Out of respect Sanji was kissing people on the hand or cheek when he finally landed on Pudding. Both of their faces were beet red and the rest of you gave each other knowing looks and started chanting “Kiss kiss kiss kiss” sure enough that was all the encouragement Sanji needed before he leaned into Pudding’s cheek however she caught the blonde off guard when she turned her head to face him. Everyone was screaming for one reason or another. You felt like school children it was stupid but also hilarious to watch as you took your turn next. The bottle spun for a while before slowing down everyone holding their breath for who it would land on.

Pudding was still flustered as was Sanji but Pudding managed to stutter out “Y-You can’t pass t-this one (Y/N)! If I had to, you have to kiss someone too!” The bottle finally stopped in front of Monet who for had a sly smile as she leaned over the table using her arms to press her chest out in front of her meeting you halfway “Come on (Y/N) I thought you weren’t one to back down form a challenge~”

The words swirled around in your head echoing close enough to the words Law said to you when you first arrived at Dressrosa. That's when something in you snapped, maybe it was the drinks or the fact Monet has been low key trying to flirt with you ever since Law's engagement. You doubled down and tried to wipe that smug look off Monet's face.

Everyone was squealing for for the most part all having different reactions but no one's reactions were as dramatic as Sanji’s. The blonde's nose started bleeding with an immense pressure that you're sure wasn't humanly possible as he could barely mutter something along the lines that he could die happy. What a way to end the night.

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“So—I’m guessing Moon also has a feature like that?” you go ahead and ask as Sun’s fit eventually fades. He straightens like a plank.

“Oh! Ah—”

“And don’t tell me to go ask him myself.”

He slowly clams up, quickly averting his gaze like he’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. A few nervous giggles escape him and a hand reaches to rub the brick supporting the back of his head. “Phooey, you’ve caught me..."

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[losver07]

guys it's happening

im kinda crying a bit lmao

[erinwantstowrite]

there is an uptick of people thinking that bruce like. emotionally manipulated peter in LoF? i should clarify that bruce did not do that??

(potential spoilers below)

he didn't know that spooking peter would be related to a trauma response, and peter ultimately wasn't mad at him for that. peter and bruce have been messing with each other since they met and peter started it (hello orphan joke that peter made the first time he spoke to batman). what he was really upset about was that bruce figured out the plan to tell his identity AND get around the spider sense. bruce was letting him know what he was walking into should he do that right then and there.

bruce was very much right that peter wouldn't go near the manor until he was comfortable with bruce, an adult he had only a few points of contact with atp. (also bruce still doesn't know that peter had stalked him and red robin in that one scene and that because of it, peter did know some things about batman and bruce.) even if he was comfortable with the rest of them, they'd have had a hard time getting him near the cave. peter is flighty and he often leaps before he looks. bruce has experience with like all 85 of his children being the same, but specifically when dick was peter's age

it wasn't emotional manipulation, he was just presenting himself in a way that made it easier for peter to feel comfortable around him and that he could trust batman. that's why they played tag of all things. peter would have been a lot more distrusting if bruce hadn't made that step. imagine the conversation about dick being peter's parent, but peter is five seconds away from trying to leave because he's in batman's house

i should also make sure everyone remembered peter's conversation with benny about why batman "doesn't allow metas":

it's a rule to protect metas from shit like this. AND it's to prevent superheroes that don't understand Gotham or how it works coming in and trying to "fix" everything only to make it worse. agree or not, i think it's pretty clear that batman doesn't actually have a problem with metas. he works with them (justice league, DUKE is on his team for crying out loud) but he's paranoid.

this isn't an angry post btw!! i'm just confused by some comments and a few asks i've gotten recently. i'm just making sure everyone here knows that bruce made a guess that peter would want to be on more equal terms with batman, and he was right. he's made a lot of mistakes in the past with not doing that (look at ALL of his robins. especially jason and steph) and he's learned from that

also. it's batman. he's gonna do that in the most dramatic way possible