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This is the Beginning [2/?]
Summary: You never thought you'd be able to escape Buggy, and yet, a boy with a straw hat, a man with three swords and a girl with orange hair somehow manage to free you. The journey that follows afterwards is your chance at freedom and maybe something more.
A One Piece Live Action Rewrite
Part One - Part Two
Pairing: Live Action!Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader
TW for this chapter: kuro, canon typical violence, kuro makes a comment about your eye, that's about it
Word Count: 11,044
A/N: This chapter was so fun to write and I'm even more excited for the next because... SANJIIIII!! Which of course means we get to see some jealous Zoroooooo
I hope to have chapter three out soon, but school is crazy as usual so be patient with me <3
Tag List: @emmaiscool22
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Chapter Two - Acceptance
“Are you sure you don’t mind me borrowing some of your clothes, Nami?”
Glancing up from the Grand Line map she’d been studying, Nami just raises a brow down at you. “I’d rather you borrow my clothes then wear those atrocious clothes that clown had you in,” she shakes her head, almost shuddering at the memory. The sight pulls a small smile to your lips. “Seriously, he had no fashion sense.”
You let out a small laugh. “They were pretty ugly, weren’t they?” You grin up at her, and she pauses, as if shocked you were smiling so openly. You don’t mind. You realize you did look pretty miserable that time they’d set you free, extremely self-pitying too. You still had your self-doubts, of course, but Luffy’s excitement at you joining them was pretty reassuring and it was hard not to appreciate how freeing the whole experience had been.
There was still the whole issue that Luffy seemed to be the only one convinced that you were in fact a pirate crew. Nami and Zoro seemed insistent on denying that, repeatedly telling him they were not a crew when he’d tried explaining it to you. Nami said she was only with the two because she had a shared interest in the Grand Line map. When you asked Zoro, he’d just shrugged, saying he was seeing where it took him. You’d snickered silently to yourself at that, thinking to yourself that the both of them just weren’t ready to admit that they were in fact a part of Luffy’s crew and probably liked that fact.
But you’d let them lie about it for now.
As for you, you nodded at Luffy when he explained how the goal was to find the One Piece and for him to become the Pirate King. In response, you’d shrugged and said; “Sure, Captain. Sounds like a plan.”
His eyes had practically sparkled at that while Zoro and Nami instantly groaned in response, berating you for enticing Luffy. You’d only laughed, saying you didn’t mind calling him Captain and being in his crew because there was nowhere else for you to go.
You’d been a captive of Buggy’s for years. Forced to be a part of his crew and do his bidding day in and day out. There really was nowhere else for you to go or call home. You’d suffered scars and injuries that would never leave, both mentally and physically. But Luffy, Zoro and Nami seemed to think nothing of your doubts, especially your eye. Despite his initial assurance, you felt extra assured by the fact that you had your eyepatch back and no one was going to be forcing you to take it off to make a mockery of you again.
Those days were gone.
With a wistful sigh, you turn, moving to the edge of the boat and breathing in the air. You never enjoyed being on Buggy’s boat but that hadn’t been because you didn’t enjoy being out on sea, but rather because it had been Buggy’s boat in the first place.
You are unaware of Nami’s eyes following you until she lets out a rather undignified snort.
“More than ugly,” she rolls her eyes as you turn back to glance at her. “More like atrocious. We should burn them when we get the chance.”
You let out a chuckle. “You think? I’d sure like to get rid of the memory of them.”
Nami’s lips part to respond, but before she can, she’s cut off by Luffy; 
“Nami! Y/N!”
Rolling her eyes, Nami shifts her attention in front of you as you spin around to face Luffy. “What?”
Grabbing the large sheet of fabric he’d been fiddling with for the past hour or so, he stretches it wide in front of him, blocking what you’re sure is a beaming smile, and calls out; “it’s ready!”
Lips parting, you tilt your head, trying to get a good look at the lopsided skull.
“And what is it?”
Lowering the fabric so his face pokes up over it, Luffy grins; “our Jolly Roger. Every pirate crew has to have one. And now we do!”
“We’re not a crew,” Nami huffs, “and you are not hanging that on my boat.” With that, she turns back to the map.
Luffy blinks at her.
Stepping forward, you smile gently at Luffy; “it’s a little lopsided too, no?”
Peeking over the top, Luffy raises a brow. “I think it’s perfect.”
You bite your lip, holding back your laugh just as the door squeaks open behind him. Glancing over Luffy’s shoulder, you meet Zoro’s gaze.
“Zoro!” Luffy wastes no time spinning to face his friend, “Zoro, check it out.”
Pausing in the door, Zoro lets his eyes drag across it for a moment before meeting Luffy’s gaze, expression never changing.
“That’s unique.”
“It’s kind of cute in a way.” You offer, feeling a bit bad for Luffy who clearly had worked hard on it. “It has its own charm.”
Zoro just rolls his eyes at you. “It’s definitely not going to scare any other pirates.”
Turning back to Luffy’s jolly roger, he turns to you expectantly. As you let your eyes drift across it again, you have to admit, it’s more adorable than frightening. With a grimace, you offer him a pitying smile.
“Nami,” Zoro calls, leaning against the edge of the boat. “I think the toilet’s busted.”
Peering at him behind her glasses, Nami blinks, “we don’t have a toilet.”
There’s a pause, before Zoro offers a short; “oh.” Turning back towards the door, he shrugs. “Well, then something back there’s leaking.”  
“What?”
Not hesitating a second more, she hops off the boxes she’d been sitting on, storming past the three of you and slamming the door shut behind her.
Luffy waits one second before he says; “where should I hang it?”
“Uh, Luffy,” you call, “I don’t think Nami will…”
He ignores you, eyes snapping round to find the best place.
“It’s best to let him do what he wants,” Zoro calls from behind you, your head turning round to glance at him. He’s crossed his arms over his chest again, leaning nonchalantly back. “And not get involved.”
“Is that what you do?” You ask, raising a brow. “Choose not to get involved?”
Zoro just stares at you. “Not if I don’t have to,” he answers, as if that’s the obvious answer.
Something told you that wasn’t the whole truth.
Before you can respond, however, Nami comes back out.
“We’re taking in water. What did you do?” She accuses Zoro.
Zoro leans towards her; “I didn’t do anything.”
Eyes flickering between the both of them, feeling the tension rising, your stomach twists uncomfortably.
“Guys, maybe we should—”
“The way you’re clanging those swords around, you must’ve broken something,” she scoffs.
Zoro snorts. “If you’re such a good thief, maybe you should’ve stolen a better boat.”
“Guys, guys, guys,” Luffy calls, successfully cutting their argument off. You let out a breath of relief at that, grateful they at least chose to listen to Luffy. “Okay, crew meeting.”
On cue, both of them huff; “not a crew!”
You offer a nervous smile.
Unphased as usual, Luffy turns to the three of you. “We're gonna need a better ship to make it to the Grand Line. A real pirate ship.” Then, pausing for dramatic effect, he smirks; “worthy of the Straw Hat crew.”
“Wait,” Nami calls, “Straw Hat crew? Really?”
“Yeah,” Luffy nods, “I thought it had a nice ring to it.”
“‘Demon’ has a nice ring to it,” Zoro scoffs. “Headgear? Not scary.”
“Well,” you speak up, meeting Zoro’s eyes before turning to Luffy. “I like it. It’s unique.”
Nami rolls her eyes, “do you have to keep encouraging him?” She asks you.
You shrug, smiling. 
Luffy beams at you. “Thank you, Y/N.” He turns to Zoro, “and who says pirates have to be scary?”
At that, both of them give pause.
“I definitely don’t want to be scary,” you mumble, more to yourself than anyone.
“The point is we need a new ship.” Luffy backtracks, “so where do we get one?”
Grabbing her maps, Nami sighs. “Our closest bet is the Gecko Islands. We can probably make it there before our ship sinks. Ditch this one and get a better one.”
“Good,” Zoro drawls, “with a working toilet.”
Nami glares at him but Luffy just grins; “great job, navigator.” He turns back to grab his jolly roger.
“You’re still not hanging that on my ship,” Nami reminds.
-
After Luffy and Nami’s disagreement of stealing a ship and the former running off to somehow convince a salesman to just give him a ship, you’re left wandering around with Nami and Zoro.
You weren’t a big fan of stealing a ship either, but you knew realistically that Nami was right. None of you had enough to berry to be able to buy a ship legally and Nami’s old ship was no longer an option. 
Trailing behind Nami and next to Zoro, you let your eyes drag across the hustle and bustle of the shipyard, unable to fight the smile that curls on your lips as you watch people flutter around, completely in their own worlds. It’s such a simple thing and yet, you can seem to pull your eyes off of the bustling crowds completely engrossed in their worlds.
“Never been to a shipyard before?”
It takes you a second to realize Zoro is talking to you. With a blink and parted lips, you turn to him, meeting his eyes. It’s clear he’d been watching you, dark and intense eyes already on you and the realization pulls a light flush to your cheeks.
“I’ve been,” you answer, nodding. Eyeing Nami out of the corner of your eye and watching as she carefully glances around, entirely for a different reason than you had been. She’s in her own world, promptly and probably pointedly ignoring the both of you. 
Focusing back on Zoro, you lick your lips. “It’s just…” But you trail off, unsure.
“What?” Zoro asks, blunt as usual.
The look on his face tells you he’s waiting to hear what you were going to say.
“Different,” you shrug, moving to hug your arm as you curl in on yourself. It’s clear you’re not as open as you were trying to pretend you were since joining Luffy’s crew. While the three of them were definitely nothing like Buggy, it was hard to deny that Zoro was intimidating. You’d only been with them for a short amount of time, but Luffy was easy to get along with. He did most of the talking anyways and his energy was infectious.
Nami you’d been unsure of at first too, and while she sometimes seemed closed off, she was easy to hold a conversation with. Sometimes short or cold, you still found her approachable.
Zoro, for some reason, made you nervous. You couldn’t rightly explain it. Every time you met his eye or tried to talk to him, you’d clam up with nerves and find yourself stumbling more than you usually did. Honestly, you made yourself look like a fool more times than not with him. His gaze was heavy, and the second it landed on you, it was like he was trying to unearth all your secrets.
“Different how?” He asks, pressing.
You lick your lips. “It’s… different seeing all these people without having to fear that Buggy might snap and kill them all.” Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in his eased stride and the way he always keeps at least one hand on his swords, you glance out towards the sea of boats. “He enjoyed making people's lives miserable.”
There’s a beat of silence before; “yours especially, it seems.”
You turn to him in shock, eyes widening at him. He’s no longer looking at you, head turned straight, but the expression on his face says it all.
“I guess,” you mumble, hugging your arm tighter.
Silence envelopes the both of you, all whilst Nami continues to lead to way completely oblivious to the tension that has surrounded the two of you. You’re careful to not glance Zoro’s way, even though you desperately want to.
Your mind races with wonder of what exactly he meant.
Luckily, you don’t have to stew in your thoughts for too long. A few minutes later the three of you hear the distinctive and familiar voice of Luffy, and with one glance at each other, you’re picking up the pace.
When you find Luffy, he’s standing at the front of a ship, grinning ear to ear.
“There you are,” Nami calls.
“Guys!” Luffy cheers, moving to make his way down to the three of you. “I found it,” he declares. “I found our ship.”
Turning your attention to said ship, you silently muse to yourself it’s not a bad choice. Luffy seemed to make rash decisions but he always followed his gut and you can’t say that this ship was a result of a bad decision. It was a decent size, not too big that it’d be unmanageable with four crew members but not small like the previous one. It had a certain charm to it as well.
“And this guy will sell it to us!”
You turn in the direction of Luffy’s gesture, noticing the man slumped over the edge of the ship that you hadn’t realized before.
Standing up, he turns to make his way down to Luffy as well, eyes wide as he stammers; “uh, w-wait, what…?”
“Yeah!” Luffy nods, oblivious. “The ship, we’ll take it.”
The man winces; “technically, she’s not for sale.”
“Huh?”
“And technically,” he continues, “I’m not a salesman.”
“Do you even work here?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay,” you nod, smiling warmly. “What do you do then?”
He meets your eyes, “I’m Chief Technician in charge of encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication.”
Luffy’s face twists; “encru what?”
Zoro huffs next to you. “He scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit.”
“He can’t help us,” Nami adds.
The two of them turn to leave.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” The boy frantically calls, shaking his hands at you. “I can help you. The owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend in the world.”
Nami seems unconvinced. “Your friend owns this ship?”
“Not just this one,” he grins. “She owns the whole shipyard. She’s rich rich.”
Luffy gasps; “oh!”
“I’m sure you could strike a deal with her.”
-
So it turns out Usopp, you learned his name was, was not lying about his friend owning the whole shipyard. It did, however, seem he was lying about how invited he truly was in his friends house—mansion.
Kaya herself didn’t seem to have any issue with Usopp, but her butler had a stick up his ass about him and that included the four of you. 
If it hadn’t been for Kaya insistence that it was her birthday, you’re sure all five of you would’ve been promptly kicked off her estate and back to square one. Somehow, that didn’t happen and now you’d found yourselves invited to dinner.
Currently, you were eyeing the room you’d been given for the night with a sheen of excitement. You’d never been in a house, let alone a room this nice before. It was a major upgrade compared to the small, dingy tent Buggy had let you stay in. The bed itself was almost the entire size of what your tent had been.
It’s astonishing enough to you that you lose track of time. After spending far too long just exploring the room—because it was big enough to explore—you went to have a shower. It had been far too long since you’d been given the opportunity to bathe yourself, and you definitely weren’t about to pass it up. 
You definitely spent far too long showering, letting the water soak into your skin and taking your time scrubbing the filth off your body.
By the time you’re finished, the bathroom is thoroughly fogged and you’re feeling refreshed.
It’s only then you remember you still have to find something to wear. Klahadore, the butler, had made it clear the clothes you all were wearing were not nearly good enough to eat dinner in—whatever that meant.
Leaving your room, you pause in the hall, glancing both ways as you try to remember what direction Klahadore had told you the clothes were in. He’d been rather gruff about it, barely able to hide the contempt in his gaze and you’d been too busy trying to ignore the discomfort to really listen to what he’d been saying.
You’re left wandering for about ten minutes before you see Nami slipping out of a room.
“I’m so happy to see you,” you breathe, grabbing her arm as she turns to you. She seems slightly unsure of your touch but she doesn’t pull away. “I’m sure I would’ve been lost for hours before I found my way. You look amazing, by the way.”
She really did. The red piece she had on was truly beautiful and it looked stunning on her.
Snorting faintly, she smiles softly. “Thanks,” she nods. “There’s a ton of outfits to choose from in there. The boys are in there too, but be careful, they’re hopeless.”
You let out a chuckle, “they weren’t any help?”
“Those two?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure neither of them even know what a compliment is.”
Biting your lip, you pull back, letting her go. “Well, I’m gonna give it my best. Hopefully I can find something.”
Perhaps sensing a bit of nerves from you, Nami hesitates before leaving. “You’ll look good in anything, I’m sure.” She reassures, offering a gentle smile. “There’s lots of options and we might not get the chance to dress up like this again. Go crazy.”
You’re instantly eased by her words and sending her a warm smile and a nod, you turn towards the door, letting her head back to her room.
You’re instantly greeted by both Zoro and Luffy the second you slip inside, the two boys turning to face you as you smile at them gently in greeting.
“Woah,” you breathe, letting your eyes flicker across the room. “That is a lot of clothes.” You hadn’t thought Nami was lying, you just hadn’t expected this much. 
Zoro snorts as Luffy nods; “right? What would a person even need with it all?”
You let out a laugh, letting your hands drag across a rack of them, not even sure where to begin. 
“Well, I’m gonna go with this,” Luffy calls and you turn back to him, eyeing the waistcoat he’s holding in his hands. You pause when you realize he’s only holding a waistcoat.
“Uh, Luffy—”
“See ya!”
He’s out the door in the next second, leaving you gaping in the direction he’d gone.
A moment later, you turn to Zoro; “he’s aware you’re typically supposed to wear a shirt under a waistcoat, right?”
Zoro shrugs, chuckling. “Probably not.”
You let out a laugh in response before turning back to the clothes, suddenly realizing you’re alone with Zoro. You’re still unsure about the conversation the two of you had had back at the shipyard so it’s hard to ignore the slight uncertainty you feel at being in the room alone with him.
That and the fact that he makes you nervous in general.
“Did you, um,” swallowing thickly, you meet his eyes. “Did you find something to wear?”
He holds up the shirt that had been on his lap. It’s a dark bronze button up, with what looks like silk material. It’s beautiful, and you can’t help the thought that pops into your head that it’ll look extra beautiful on him. “Nami found something.”
“Ah,” you nod, “it’s a nice shirt.” You smile at him, before pausing by the folding screen at the back end of the room. “I guess I should hurry and find something, huh? I took too long showering,” you chuckle nervously to yourself. “It felt so good, I couldn’t convince myself to get out.”
Laugh fading out, you swallow thickly when you realize Zoro is just staring at you.
“Did you need help finding something?” He asks after an agonizing moment of quiet.
You turn to him in surprise. “Huh?”
“A… dress or something,” he gestures loosely to the clothes, now looking slightly uncomfortable. “Did you need help finding something?”
You stare at him, stunned. You for a moment think you’ve imagined Zoro’s offer. Maybe you were still in your room, or maybe you were still stuck with Buggy and this was one big hallucination.
You choose to ignore why Zoro would be a part of your hallucination.
“I thought you didn’t like getting involved?” You offer him.
Zoro smirks, the edges of his lips tilting upwards. “Only when I don’t want to.”
It’s hard to fight the blush that spreads across your cheeks at his words or ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You’d be stupid to say you didn’t notice that Zoro was a rather… attractive man, but you’d pointedly ignored those thoughts in favour of focusing on more important things. But when he smirked at you like that and offered to help you… find something to wear, of all things, it was hard to ignore them.
Turning away so he can’t see your flush, you swallow thickly. “S-Sure,” you mumble, before shifting the conversation to save you some face. “But Nami warned me you and Luffy were practically hopeless.”
Zoro huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m certainly more helpful than that idiot.”
Grinning, you bite your lip, turning back to him. 
Zoro frowns at your grin. “I know fashion.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t,” you laugh, holding your hands up in defence.
Scoffing, Zoro stands up, leaving the shirt Nami had picked for him over the arm of the chair as he crosses the distance of the room over to you. You freeze as he grows close, trying to ignore the race of your heart as he stops behind you, chest inches from your back, and reaches past you to grab a dress off one of the higher racks.
You watch as he pulls it down, trying to ignore the bulge of his bicep as he does.
The dress he picks is light beige in colour, floor length with one shoulder strap. The strap of the dress has an extra piece of fabric that billows out around it. It’s a simple silk material, but the hem of the dress is decorated in a darker, bronze lace trim.
It’s beautiful. 
You’ve certainly never worn a dress so beautiful.
“Here,” Zoro calls, handing the dress to you. “This one. It’ll look nice with...” he gestures loosely to your eye, as if unsure how to say it.
You blink up at him, warmed at his words and how he hadn’t just chosen the dress at random like it seemed he had. Had he seen the dress when Nami had been looking and thought of you? That thought made your heart race.
“Try it on.”
Wordlessly, you take the dress from his hands, meeting his eyes one last time before turning to step behind the folding screen. You hear footsteps grow distant so you figure Zoro went back to the chair, and with only a second more of glancing at the beautiful dress, you move to slip off your clothes. Once you’ve slipped the dress on, it takes you a second or two to fully zip it up, unused to the movement.
The second it’s fully on, you glance down at yourself, letting your fingers run down the length of the dress, marveling at how soft the material is.
“You done?”
Jumping at Zoro’s voice, you cough faintly, swallowing thickly. “Y-Yeah.”
“Let me see.”
Blunt as usual, Zoro leaves no room for argument, so, with a nervous dip of your stomach, you force your legs to carry you out from behind the folding screen. You hesitate to meet his gaze, feeling nervous and unsure in a completely different way at the way Zoro’s eyes drag across your figure.
You’ve never worn a dress before, period. And certainly not one as pretty as this. Nami wasn’t lying when the clothes Buggy had made you wear were ridiculous. Corny and too colorful, Buggy had adorned you in clothes that made you look closer to a doll than an actual human being. It had been objectifying and humiliating.
And even though this was still a form of dressing up and even though you’re nervous, you can’t deny you feel beautiful.
Truly beautiful. 
“What… What do you think?” You ask, finally meeting Zoro’s gaze as you tip your chin up.
There’s the briefest of seconds where his lips are left parted and an expression you’ve never seen washes over his eyes. Your stomach twists painfully, thinking that reaction was one of distaste, but before you can say anything, he’s coughing out a response;
“It’s… good.” The words seem forced, but not in a way that he’s lying but rather that he’s unsure of how they sound on his own lips. “You look… pretty.”
The blush returns. Ten-fold this time. Your whole body grows hot in response, nerves feeling like they’re on fire, as you stand there. You’re frozen still, for some reason scared to move.
“Oh,” you finally manage. “Thank you.”
He stands. It seems like an unconscious decision. “You’re welcome.”
Silence follows.
“You think this is the one?” You ask, before turning to the rest of the clothes. “Or should I—”
“No,” Zoro cuts in, sharp, before righting himself as he coughs, again, trying to play it off. “I mean, no, I think that’s a good choice.”
Believing it, you nod; “okay.”
Zoro glances at you, before glancing down. “I should get ready.”
“Oh,” you blink, “yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Standing there, opposite ends of the room, the two of you don’t move for a minute more. Then, Zoro finally turns.
“I’ll see you at dinner.”
“You too,” you whisper, watching his back disappear out the door.
You catch sight of the dress shirt Nami had found for him, and try not to let out a gasp when you realize the lace trimming of your dresses matches perfectly with his shirt.
-
Letting your eyes drift across the array of dinner food set out in front of you, you try not to let your obvious desire show. It was hard to deny how good everything smelled, though, and the want to just dig in and stuff your face like Luffy currently was was more than tempting.
But you wouldn’t let yourself look so silly. Not only was this a fancy dinner, you were wearing the nicest dress you ever had and surely ever will. You had no intention of soiling that opportunity by being anything less than ladylike.
Sat in between Zoro and Usopp, you tentatively glance around to see if anyone else has started grabbing food.
Luffy was the only one actively stuffing his face full. Usopp and Nami had grabbed food, but the latter was taking it much slower and Zoro… 
Well, Zoro didn’t really seem interested in eating at all. He’d grabbed the bottle of wine on the table the second he’d seen it and after managing to chug through the entire bottle in a few mere minutes, he was already asking for another.
Deciding to just bite the bullet and ignoring the nerves of reaching for food, you grab a little bit of everything that catches your attention. There’s so much placed on the table you’ve no hope of ever being able to try it all, even though that’s what your heart desires. You settle for starting with what looks most appetizing and leaving the rest for if your stomach has the room for it.
Smiling to yourself, it takes you a moment before you realize there’s a set of eyes on you.
You instantly glance to your left, in the direction of Zoro, blinking when you find his eyes already on you. He has the glass of wine he’d poured for himself pressed against his lips, angled back to be able to watch you more easily.
He seems to freeze at being caught and you quickly divert your attention back to your now full plate before either of you can say anything. You’re hyper-aware of yourself in that moment, especially the dress you're wearing.
“I’d love to try the fish tonight.”
Looking up from your plate, you glance to the head of the table, watching as Kaya turns to the maid with a gentle smile and flutter of excitement.
“I’m sorry, Miss Kaya,” Klahadore cuts in before the maid can respond, stepping towards the girl. “But that is not possible.”
Kaya’s face falls. “Maybe just a small piece?”
“Now,” Klahadore sighs, as if exasperated by her simple request. “You know that certain foods can affect your constitution. Here, Buchi has prepared your special soup.”
At his invitation, Buchi steps forward, taking the bowl off his tray and setting it in front of Kaya.
You almost immediately blanch at the sight.
Whatever that was, it didn’t look anything like soup.
“Kaya,” Nami calls, “it’s your birthday. You should be able to eat what you want.”
You instantly nod. “And certainly something more special than… that.”
“Miss Kaya’s medical condition necessitates that I closely monitor her dietary needs,” Klahadore explains.
You meet Nami’s gaze from across the table.
“Does it mean you also speak for her?” Nami challenges, glaring at the man.
Blinking, Klahadore tilts his head, the action oddly threatening.
“I’ll take her fish!”
Leave it to Luffy to miss the entire point of the conversation.
Pressing a hand to your forehead, you shake your head.
“Luffy,” Usopp says, and you silently thank him for diverting the tension. “Isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to Kaya about?”
“Oh, yes!” Luffy exclaims, pointing at Usopp in recognition. He turns to Kaya, grinning. “Usopp told me you own the whole shipyard.”
“Well, actually my parents founded the shipyard, and Merry’s been running the business since…” Her voice trails off momentarily, eyes falling to her lap. “Well, since they passed.”
Swallowing thickly, you fiddle with the napkin on your lap.
“But all of that’s about to change,” Kaya continues, pulling your eyes back on her. “Tonight, at midnight, I will become the sole owner.” Her eyes naturally drift towards Usopp and the two share a soft smile between one another.
You grin at the interaction.
“Ah,” Luffy nods. “Well, that’s great, because we want to buy a ship from you.”
Kaya’s face eases in understanding. “I see. Usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.”
“Nope. Not sailors.” Raising his glass, Luffy smiles. “We’re pirates.”
You freeze at that, pointedly ignoring the way Usopp chokes on his own drink. Your gaze falls to Luffy, as if in doubt that he’d actually just said that. By the proud grin on his face, you’d say he in fact did.
Bringing his glass to his lips, you hear Zoro mumble under his breath; “this ought to be good.”
Kaya falters. “Pirates?”
Luffy nods; “yup! We haven’t sailed together for long, but we have already defeated an evil clown,” you shift at that, “raided a Marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe for a hand.”
Biting your lip, you sink into your chair, pressing a hand to your eye patch. Maybe you’d blend in with the chair and disappear from sight.
“These sound a lot like your adventures, Usopp,” Kaya turns to her friend.
Usopp lets out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s… that’s crazy.”
“Oh yeah!” Luffy cheers, and before you even realize it he’s standing to his feet, taking the glass in his hands and climbing up on the table. “And we’re just getting started.”
“Oh my God… Luffy!” You whisper, trying to meet his eyes so he’ll get down.
“What are you doing?” Klahadore bellows, astonished. “Get down from there at once!”
Luffy ignores you and the butler. “Being a pirate has been my dream for as long as I can remember. And I’m finally making it a reality.” Ever oblivious to the reactions of everyone else there, Luffy shifts to take a knee towards Kaya. “We’re heading out to the Grand Line, where even more adventures await us.” He moves to stand up straight again, making his way down the length of the table towards Kaya. “And at the end of the journey, I’m gonna find the ultimate treasure, the One Piece, and become King of the Pirates.”
Head tilting back to meet his gaze, Kaya’s lips part; “you’re… serious?”
Handing the glass he’d been holding to Klahadore, who accepts it with a barely concealed growl, Luffy crouches in front of Kaya, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Kaya, you have a beautiful ship out there. A caravel with a sheep figurehead. It spoke to me. That’s the ship we need to follow our dreams. I promise you, we’ll take care of it. Maintain it. Treat it like any other member of our crew, because a ship is also a home.”
Silence follows, no one says anything for the briefest of seconds. You focus your attention on your lap, fiddling with your fingers, wishing Luffy would get down from the table.
But before Kaya or really anyone could say anything, Klahadore’s voice booms; 
“That will be quite enough! I should’ve known Usopp would bring riffraff to our doorstep.”
Kaya shakes her head; “Klahadore, it’s okay. I—” A violent cough pulls from her lips. It starts to wrack her body, cutting off what she’d been about to say as she hunches in on herself in response.
You sit up, leaning towards her. “Are you okay?” You ask, not sure if you should get up and help.
Klahadore steps forward before you can, pointedly glaring at you before shifting his gaze to Luffy. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve upset Miss Kaya. All of you, out of this house at once!”
“No,” Kaya rasps. “It’s late. Let them stay the night.”
-
After the disaster that was dinner, you’d elected to stay in your room for the night.
You’re almost positive that the rest of your friends wouldn’t be able to rest or stay still for that matter. Even though you’d only been with them for a short while, it was easy to tell that an opportunity like this wouldn’t allow any of them to simply stay in for the night and sleep. Luffy was probably looking for more food, given that dinner had been cut short. Nami was definitely exploring the mansion, whilst grabbing whatever shiny trinket caught her attention. And Zoro? He was probably looking for more booze. You’ve very quickly come to learn that the man enjoyed his alcohol, and needed it in most instances.
You, however, were exhausted. A lot of things in your life had so rapidly changed and being out on sea, cramped in a small ship hadn’t left you a lot of opportunities to rest. The bed you’d been given for the night seemed far too tempting to ignore, especially knowing you probably wouldn’t get a chance like this one again.
So, changing out of the dress you’d borrowed from Kaya, feeling slightly disappointed you hadn’t gotten the chance to wear it for longer, you changed back into the clothes you’d borrowed from Nami and lay down on the bed.
You instantly sink into the cushion that is your mattress for tonight, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you feel your tense muscle instantly ease.
However, you learn quickly it isn’t so easy to fall asleep. Even on a large and soft bed, you were now struggling with the actual act of falling asleep. You couldn’t completely relax. For a multitude of reasons. Even though you were free of him, you’d only escaped Buggy a short while ago. The scars of what he’d done to you were still heavily prevalent and you doubted they’d go away anytime soon. Every time you close your eyes, you can see those gleaming eyes and hear his laugh echo in your mind.
You can feel the scars that cover your body from his abuse.
Beyond that, you can’t get rid of the uneasy feeling you felt about Klahadore. It was obvious the man was more than just a nasty butler. He’d been extremely controlling over Kaya all night, starting with not letting her eat anything other than that soup (which definitely wasn’t meant to be consumed) and the presence of Usopp and you and your friends seemed to particularly annoy him. It was obvious he was hiding something, you just weren’t sure what.
An hour or so must pass of you lost in your thoughts without getting any closer to actually falling asleep. You’re just about to give up in frustration, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes with a groan of frustration, when a large bang startles you. It’s instantly followed by a mechanical whirring noise. You jump up, gaze snapping around for the source of the noise. You frown when you realize the noise is coming from the large window in your room. There was a shutter coming down, blocking out the nightlight and effectively trapping any escape through it.
The lights in your room, despite having been turned off for you to sleep, were now flickering on and off.
Swallowing thickly, you crawl out of bed, moving towards the window. Your hands tentatively reach out for the window only to realize the shutter is on the other side of the glass pane. It was clearly intended to block people out, but also lock people inside.
“What the…” 
Turning around, your eyes fall on your door, rushing towards it and letting out a soft breath of relief when you realize that it is still open.
The windows in the hall are no different than the one in your room. You also notice that the lights are flickering on and off in the whole house, making the large mansion seem entirely eerie in a different way.
Heart racing, your unease from before triples into terror as you begin moving down the hall. Your hope is to find one window or door that isn’t being barricaded, to try and escape. That doesn’t happen. Every window is blocked out by the metal shutters. Someone was putting the house on lockdown.
You fear you already know who that someone was.
Picking up the speed of your step, you turn down the hallway, glancing back the way you’d come in fear there was someone following you. Only, that causes you to crash right into another body. You let out a startled scream, fighting the hands that fall on your shoulders, thinking you’ve run into Klahadore himself.
“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me!”
Blinking, you turn, focusing your gaze in front of you and easing when you seem a familiar head of orange hair.
“Nami,” you breathe, relieved. Reaching for her, you grab her arms. “I’m so happy to see you. Where’s Zoro? Luffy? Do you know what’s going on? Why is the house in lockdown?”
She just shakes her head at you, eyes flipping around, seeming rushed. “I can’t answer all those questions right now,” she huffs, shuffling back as she tugs you along, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “There’s no time. Kaya’s in danger!”
She turns to race back down the way you’d just come from. You let her pull you, rushing to match her pace as you shake your head in confusion.
“Kaya’s in danger?” You echo, “Nami, what’s happening?”
Glancing at you over her shoulder, never slowing her pace, Nami frowns. “It’s the butler, Klahadore. Him and that maid and chef are going to kill Kaya! They’re pirates and they want the shipyard! They’ve been poisoning Kaya this entire time…”
Eyes widening, you quicken your pace so you’re next to her rather than beyond. Briefly, Nami glances at you once more, and you just nod at her. You’re shocked and you’re dying to ask more questions; like how she knows or where the rest of your friends are. But you know time is of the essence right now and you don’t need to know all those to believe her. “Lead the way,” you assure. “You know where Kaya’s room is?”
Blinking at you, Nami only pauses for a second. “Y-Yeah,” she answers. “It’s just down the hall.”
A few minutes later the both of you are stopping in front of a set of double doors. You let Nami take the lead, chancing a nervous glance behind you in fear that Klahadore will come around the corner any second. It takes Nami a few seconds before she manages to get the door open, and the second she does, you both rush in.
Her shoulders ease when she sees Kaya, Usopp behind her. “Thank God you’re alive.”
Kaya hovers by the table she’d been sitting at, frowning. 
“Why wouldn’t we be alive?”
-
“Poison?” Kaya echos, breathless. “What are you talking about?”
Shuffling near the door, you glance between it and Kaya and Nami.
“I overheard them in the kitchen,” Nami explains. “It’s been going on for years.”
Kaya hesitates, fiddling her hands in front of her as she glances over at Usopp. “Did Usopp put you up to this?”
“I didn’t even know,” Usopp instantly denies. He doesn’t look angered by Kaya’s accusation, if anything, he looks more upset than she does. His face is distraught, eyes flickering across the tea set Kaya has on the table. “I gave you that tea.”
“Think about it, Kaya. When did you start getting sick? Was it around the time Kuro started working here?”
By the expression on her face, the answer is obvious.
“Listen to me,” Nami urges, grabbing her hands and pulling her focus back on her. “If we stay here, we die. We have to leave now.”
“Easier said than done,” you breathe. “Everything is locked down. And if Klaha—Kuro is after you, he’s probably already on his way here.” Shaking your head, you turn to look at them. “Where are we gonna go?”
Meeting your eyes, Kaya lets out a shaky breath.
-
You freeze when Kaya starts coughing, your entire body tensing.
Almost instantly, five blades slice through the wall of the mansion, missing Kaya and Usopp by an inch as the two of them fly back. You stumble back in response, trying to make room in the narrow servants corridors. But then, Kuro is pulling his blades back before slicing them back in in a different spot, this time right by Nami.
Just as Usopp turns to rush forward, Kuro’s blades stop him.
“It’s your birthday,” Kuro growls from the other side of the wall. “It’s time to celebrate.”
He slices his blades through again, this time both, one of each side of Kaya, the ones on her left nicking her on her arm.
Heart falling at the small cry that leaves her lips and processing just how dire of a situation you’re all in, the thought that pops up in your mind seems like the best option. You say it before you even realize what you’re saying. “Go,” you hiss, quietly enough that Kuro can’t hear you but the three of them can. Their eyes instantly fall on you. “I’ll distract him.”
Eyes widening, Nami shakes her head. “What? Y/N, no!” She turns to face you.
You jump as he sends his blades through once again, this time narrowly missing you, Nami stumbling back in response to avoid them as well.
“We’ve no choice,” you argue, “he’s going to kill Kaya!”
“Y/N—”
You don’t let Usopp finish, ignoring the look in Nami’s eyes as you step back.
“Stay here until I’m gone,” you whisper, meeting each of their gazes before nodding.
Then, with one last breath in, you pick up your pace, deliberating making your footsteps loud as to entice Kuro. You force a cough from your throat, hoping the barrier of the wall muffles the fact that your voice sounds different from Kaya's. As you run, you hear footsteps following you, and the distinctive voice of Kuro laughing;
“Come on then, Kaya! Don’t keep me waiting!”
With no plan in mind, you continue running, going back the way you’d just come and hope that Kuro continues to fall for the bait. You hope he’ll just assume Kaya got scared and went running back to her room.
Breathless, you continue to make your footsteps loud, forcing a cough every now and then, trying to buy as much time for Kaya and the others as you can.
Making your way back to the entrance you’d gone through in Kaya’s room, your eye flickers across her entire room, trying to find something to help yourself. You couldn’t fight to start with, but something was better than standing there helplessly. Grabbing one of the chairs around her tea table, you make your way towards the door. You definitely didn’t want to be trapped in her room with Kuro.
The second you step out of the room, you see Kuro in the hall, a few feet away from you.
You freeze and his eyes widen when he realizes it’s you and not Kaya. For a second, you both just stand there, waiting, and you watch as anger blazes in his eyes, mouth setting into a thin line. You fear he’ll go back in the direction of Kaya and the rest, so, stepping forward, you take the chair you’d grab and throw it at him. It doesn’t even reach him, crashing into the ground before his feet as his eyes lower to eye it, before falling back on you.
Then, you run. You turn to the right, racing down the hall opposite of him, making yourself move as fast as you possibly can. Maybe you could find Zoro, he’d know what to do. Nami had explained Luffy had been poisoned, but maybe if you could find him, you’d at least be able to help him. He’d defeated Buggy after all, so maybe he’d…. Shaking your head from that though, you remind yourself he’d been poisoned. Finding him would probably only put him in more danger.
Maybe you could find the switch that was keeping this place in lockdown. If you flipped it back, that’d help Kaya and the rest and give you an opportunity to escape.
You turn down a series of hallways all whilst hearing the thunderous steps of Kuro behind you. You’re happy he’s following you and taking the bait, but now that you’ve done it, you’re not exactly sure what your plan is. He curses at you, threatening he’ll do worse to you if you don’t stop. The threats make your heart race and your throat clam up with fear.
You never stop running though.
At least, until there’s nowhere else to run. As you make a turn, you realize you’ve made your way to the main foyer. 
Your eyes instantly fall on the maid and chef. 
Their eyes instantly zone in on you, gleaming with interest and smiling as your eyes widen at the sight of them.
“Fuck,” you breathe.
Just then, Kuro catches up to you, stopping right behind you.
You’re thoroughly trapped, pinned on either side by Kuro and his crew, and the only exit was currently locked down.
“Got nowhere to run now, have you?” Kuro laughs, voice thick with desire to kill. You inhale sharply, stumbling back as he steps towards you. As you make your way down the small set of stairs, you’re quickly reminded of Kuro’s crew as you hear them laugh mockingly behind you. A quick glance behind you tells you they're right behind you, so you freeze in the spot.
What the hell were you supposed to do now?
Cornered, you try to look for an escape, but there isn’t one. You already didn’t have a hope of fighting off Kuro, and you definitely didn’t have a hope of fighting all three of them. Your only weapon had been that chair, which was now broken and hadn’t even hit Kuro.
“Annoying,” Kuro hisses, glaring down at you. “Playing the hero and leading me away from Kaya.”
Shoulders tensing, you stare up at him.
His hand swings out before you can dodge it, slicing across your face in a way that pulls a scream from your lips. It hits directly on your right cheek, slicing across the strap of your eyepatch and into your skin. Blood beads across the four slices as your eyepatch falls to the ground. You watch it hit the ground in despair, shredded by his blades. Biting back the sob that wants to fall from your lips, you clutch at your cheek, turning back to look at Kuro.
He grins at you. With your right eye now visible, there’s a particularly cruel gleam that floods his eyes. “Well, look at that.”
Embarrassment brews in your chest, wanting to turn your face away and hide. The sting of your cheek is painful, and you can’t help the tremble of your body. You’re all too easily reminded of your helplessness. You’d told Luffy you were a lousy fighter and when he’d brushed it off with no concern, that’d given you the hope that maybe it wasn’t so bad. You were naive to think having no fighting skills wouldn’t catch up to you when dealing with pirates and even more of a fool to think that your brave plan to help Nami, Usopp and Kaya wouldn’t end in your death.
You didn’t regret doing what you had. You hope that by leading Kuro away, they’d already found an escape route. But you didn’t want to die either. You’d just escaped from Buggy too, and now you were going to die at the hands of another sick pirate crew.
“Such a shame too,” he mocks, “you were so pretty.”
Biting your lip, you swallow thickly.
“Finish her off for me and we’ll hide her body with the green-haired swordsman after I’ve finished with Kaya.”
Your heart starts at the mention of Zoro, terror flooding you at the thought that he might be hurt, or worse, dead.
“Zoro?” You breathe, voice pitching. Turning to Kuro, you shake your head. “What did you do to him?”
Kuro snorts, “he’s dead. Along with your captain, and your friends, as well as Kaya, will follow suit soon.” He grins, ear to ear, as his crew laughs behind him. “Try not to worry then, dear. You’ll be reunited with them all soon enough.”
Kuro turns to leave then, not sparing you another glance, leaving his crew to kill you off for him.
-
“Y/N. Y/N!”
Feeling hands grab at you, your limp body is spun and pulled into a chest as you slowly blink open your eyes. Everything hurts, your entire body is stinging to the point that even the slightest movement has you crying out in pain.
“Y/N!”
You recognize that voice. Forcing your vision to clear in your left eye, you ease when you see a familiar head of green hair. The relief that floods you is immediate, allowing you to ignore your own discomfort.
“Zoro,” you rasp, voice cracking with strain. “You’re alive.”
Zoro frowns down at you. “What the hell happened?” Shifting, his left hand falls on your waist, pressing against the nasty cut you were currently bleeding out from. His eyes fall on the wound and he huffs. “Shit. You’re losing too much blood.”
Setting you gently back on the ground, Zoro leans back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and ripping a strip of it off. You watch him with your good eye, bleary and dazed, body limp in his grasp as he tugs you up, slipping the strip under you so he can tie it around your waist, applying pressure to your cut.
Using all your strength, you raise your arm, gripping onto his arm. “Kuro,” you gasp, voice pitching. “The butler, he—”
Zoro shakes his head. “I know, Y/N. Fuck, did you really try to fight him?”
You laugh at that, weakly. “I’m a lousy fighter.” When Zoro doesn’t laugh with you, you sigh, letting your head fall back. “He was after Kaya… I distracted him to give them time.”
Zoro just blinks down at you, stunned, taking in the cuts across your cheek, and the bleeding wound in your stomach, his chest flooding with rage.
“We need to get you out here,” Zoro says, moving to pick you up. “We need to get you help.”
You just shake your head, pushing against his arm. “Kaya, Usopp and Nami… They… They need help.”
“Luffy’s got it,” Zoro says, trying to grab you.
You push harder. “Those two—the ma-maid and chef… they’re still—”
“Here?” A new voice cuts in, both you and Zoro glancing towards the front door only to see both of them there. Despite their ridiculous get up, your heart races with fear.
Something shifts in Zoro’s gaze. It’s an expression you’ve never seen. His eyes darken as his lips straighten, and he’s gently pulling back from you, making sure you’re settled on the ground, as he stands, pulling out the two black handled katanas.
“Just hang on, Y/N,” he whispers down at you, meeting your eyes from above as you glance up at him. You’re surprised by the burning rage in his gaze and it’s not at all directed at you. “I’ll kill them and then we’ll get you somewhere safe.”
Too tired to realize how those words would’ve made you feel normally, you nod weakly, letting your head fall back, knowing that Zoro will keep his word.
-
Zoro had been deliberate about keeping the fight away from you.
Having tucked you into the corner, you could only really hear the sounds of his fight. You wanted to get up and help, but you knew even without your injuries, you wouldn’t be able to do anything. And as you hear the sounds of metal clanging against metal, you make a mental note to actually take those lessons from Zoro up. You were learning and had learned far too quickly that having not even a bit of self-defence skill was not possible if you were going to be on Luffy’s crew.
It takes Zoro an impressively little amount of time to defeat Kuro’s crew. You can hear the waning sounds of fighting as you force yourself to turn, ignoring the ache that burns through your entire body. Your left eye shows you he’s in the midst of tying the two up, both of them growling in frustration and fighting weakly in protest. 
Unaware of the way Zoro’s gaze falls on you, you press your hand to the ground, using it as leverage to push yourself up to your feet. Your teeth grind against one another as you lift yourself up, managing to shift your feet underneath you before a sharp shoot of pain has you crying out. Instantly, your arm gives out beneath you, and you go crashing towards the ground.
Or, at least, you would’ve, had an arm not caught your fault.
“Are you crazy?” Zoro breathes, shaking his head at you as he shifts you in his grip. “You’ve lost too much blood for you to be trying to stand up.”
Letting your hand fall on his arm, you breathe in sharply. “We… I’m worried about Kaya, Usopp and Nami,” you rasp, voice cracking at the end. “I need to check on them.”
“I told you Luffy had it, damn it,” Zoro huffs, before he shuffles, setting his left hand on your back and the other moving to hold your hand. He helps pull you to your feet, going slow to not hurt you more as his eyes flicker from the wound in your stomach to your face. You're drenched in sweat and blood, but the expression on your face is determined. “Worry about yourself.”
He says it with an expression of frustration, but he lets you lean your entire weight against him and doesn't pull away.
Meeting his eyes, you frown. “I’m worried about Luffy too.” You breathe, “and not because I don’t have faith in him but—”
“Zoro! Y/N!”
Lips parting, you glance up, eyes falling on Luffy himself as he comes racing down the stairs to your right. Behind him is Nami and then Usopp and Kaya. The smile that had been on Luffy’s lips falters at the sight of you when he sees the blood on your shirt, hesitating by the bottom of the stairs. Something shifts in his gaze, a look of anger you’ve never seen on the boy before. But before you can ponder on it for much longer, Nami pushes past him.
“Oh, my God,” Nami calls, eyes wide. “Y/N.”
She reaches you in seconds, bending to get a better look at the wound in your stomach.
You glance at her, then at Luffy, before your eyes drift past him to Usopp and Kaya. Everyone looks at you in a similar way, eyes drowning in concern.
“I’m okay,” you assure, trying to ease their worry. “It’s just a scratch.”
“She’s lying,” Zoro grunts, never letting go of you. “She needs medical attention.”
Nami shakes her head. “She probably needs stitches,” she breathes, voice pitching in panic as she pulls back your tattered shirt, getting a closer look at the wound. Turning to Zoro, she meets his gaze. “I know a little bit but not for something like this.”
“I can help,” Kaya calls out, weakly stepping away from Usopp’s arm as she smiles at you. “I know a little about stitching and cleaning a wound. Plus, it’s the least I can do. Leading Kuro away like that… I can’t ever thank you enough, Y/N.”
Smiling faintly, you brush her off; “you don’t need to thank me. You’re my friend, I wanted to help.”
Kaya looks at you astonished, but before she can respond, Nami is turning to her. “We better be quick,” she urges, looking concerned for you but also antsy. “The marines already know where we are. The longer we stay, the closer they get to catching up to us.”
Kaya nods, instantly moving towards her, just as Luffy speaks up; 
“Where are we gonna go?” He asks, seemingly snapping out of his revere as he glances at his friends. “We don’t even have a ship.”
Pausing by you, Kaya turns to him; “yes,” she smiles. “You do.”
-
“Honestly, the both of you, I’m fine.”
Glancing at each other, Nami and Zoro make it clear they don’t believe you.
Sat in between them, you huff, touching the now stitched and bandaged wound on your stomach before letting your fingers drift across your cheek. After Kaya had stitched you up and given you something for the pain, you’d all headed out immediately. The ship she’d given you was named the ‘Going Merry’ in honour of her late friend Merry and Usopp and Kaya had shared a rather sweet kiss before the former agreed to join you.
Now with a bigger ship and five members, it was starting to feel like you all were actually a pirate crew. You felt closer with all of them and sharing that fight together, even if all you’d managed to do is get hurt, felt like you’d all truly bonded.
That, however, seemed to have both Zoro and Nami acting like overbearing, worried mothers over you. You could barely take two steps without one of them telling you to rest. 
“Seriously,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not a child. I can still do things for myself.”
“You have a cut that wraps around your entire waist, Y/N,” Nami reminds, curling a brow at you as she sets down the Grand Line map. “Not to mention your face.”
You gape at her, trying to find something to argue against and coming up blank, you turn your gaze to Zoro. He’s slouched back against the edge of the bench you’re all sitting at, head turned towards the window, but the expression on his face and his returning silence tells you he feels the same as Nami.
Seriously, for two distant and rather intimidating people, they sure were overprotective.
“I promise I’m fine. And the second I’m fully healed, I’ll be roping Zoro into giving me some fighting lessons so something like this never happens again.”
That pulls Zoro’s eyes on you. “I definitely will be teaching you some moves,” he assures. “For the next time you decide to sacrifice yourself.”
He glares at you but it doesn’t amount to much and you let out a small giggle at that, cheeks warming faintly. You miss the way his gaze softens the second you do, but Nami who’s sat across from him definitely doesn’t. Zoro promptly ignores her knowing smirk.
“I think it was badass!”
Sharply reminded of his presence, all three of your eyes fall on Luffy who’s sitting at the other side of the table.
“Though,” he pauses, a smile faltering on his face. “I would rather you didn’t get covered in blood next time we fight.”
You snort at that, sending him a reassuring smile. “No worries, Captain,” you send him a thumbs up. “I’ll make sure not to worry everyone again.”
Nami rolls her eyes and Zoro scoffs, but Luffy’s face stretches into a wide smile, nodding at you.
“A shame though,” he adds a moment later, almost as an after-thought. “I did think your eyepatch was cool.”
Shoulders tensing, you’re sharply reminded of the fact that because of Kuro, your eyepatch had been sliced to shreds. You’d asked Kaya if she’d be able to stitch it back together, but she’d only frowned and said it was ruined beyond repair. You knew you could just get a new eyepatch, but you didn’t know when you’d get the opportunity to do so. Let alone if you’d even have the money to buy one.
As a result, you’d been forced to depart from Gecko Islands without it and feeling entirely too seen and vulnerable with your eyes there for everyone to see. You’d been hiding behind it for as long as you can remember and you were desperately trying to ignore the fact that you couldn’t until now.
You knew Luffy meant nothing behind it, but you couldn’t help the way you instinctively curled into yourself in response.
“Cha,” Zoro calls out, clicking his tongue, “she doesn’t need it anyways. She looks badass enough without it.”
Lips parting, your stunned eyes fall on him. He’s pointedly not looking at you, eyes focused back on the window to his right, but you notice a faint flush across his cheeks.
Nami giggles quietly to herself. “Zoro’s right,” she agrees, smiling at you when you turn to look at her. “The eyepatch just hid your face and you shouldn’t be ashamed of the way you look.”
Lips still gaping, the warmth that floods through your chest is undeniable. 
“Ah!” Luffy exclaims a second later, “you guys are right! Your eye is even more awesome than the eyepatch! Both of your eyes!”
A smile curls onto your lips, eyes falling to your lap as you let their words flood through you, basking in the kindness. No one has ever made you feel so… normal about your eye and the way it looks. Not just normal, but accepted. 
In that moment, every cruel insult that has ever been thrown your way becomes immeasurable to the words your friends say to you then.
“Guys! Check it out!”
Swallowing thickly, the moment is interrupted as Usopp comes bounding into the room, a grin plastered on his face. “Using my unparalleled artistic talent, I made us a new Jolly Roger for the ship.” Grabbing Luffy by the arm, he pulls him up to his feet, making Luffy hold the Jolly Roger as he opens it to show you all. 
It��s a skull, as expected, but… Usopp-ified. 
“Ta-da!”
Usopp chuckles in excitement, still grinning from ear to ear, as you grimace. Luffy was not going to like that.
“I know. I know,” Usopp laughs, “my flair for design often leaves people speechless.”
Folding the Jolly Roger back up, Luffy hands it back to Usopp with a forced smile.
“I already drew our flag,” Luffy explains.
“Okay,” Usopp snorts, “but this one is so much better.”
Zoro just sighs from beside you. “Neither of the flags are gonna scare anyone away.”
“Okay,” Usopp drawls, wrapping his Jolly Roger around his shoulders. “But the Jolly Roger is supposed to reflect the captain.”
Luffy doesn’t hesitate; “I am the captain. We are the Straw Hat crew—”
“—They call me Captain Usopp.”
You bite your lip, watching as the two proceed to talk over one another.
Then, Nami laughs.
It gives everyone pause, turning to her as she lets her head fall in amusement, shoulders shaking with laughter.
Everyone follows suit after that. 
Pressing your hand to your lips, your eyes crinkle in warmth and delight.
“You see?” Luffy grins, patting Usopp on the shoulders. “This is what it’s all about. From now on, it’s all gonna be smooth sailing.”
As if jinxing it, the sound of a cannon firing echoes right after his words. A second later, a thud hits the boat as the entire ship rocks, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward. You tilt, pain shooting through you as you agitate your wound.
Hands fall on you.
“You okay?” Zoro asks, eyes flickering across you.
You nod, “yeah.” You say slowly, breathless, as you glance around at the rest.
“What was that?” Usopp gasps.
Nami just sighs, moving to stand. “You had to open your mouth.”
Waiting for Zoro to stand, you follow after him, moving slower than the rest as they make their way up to the deck. Cannon continues to fire, some rocking the ship, until you all see the cause of the explosions.
“Marines!” Nami yells, “we’re under attack!”
Moving up the stairs, you nod gratefully at Zoro as he helps you up the final few steps, watching as Luffy takes the telescope to see who's attacking you.
Your eyes widen, however, when he calls out;
“Grandpa?!”
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foreignjaykay · 2 days ago
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company (a jungkook fic)
part one - "you wish i'd miss you,"
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company - a jungkook fic
can we keep each other company?
their workplace was chaos, but jungkook made it fun. their camaraderie was effortless—until he decided to leave. no big deal. people quit all the time. so why does it feel like everything is about to change?
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: r18+ (angst, fluff) minors do not interact!
chapter warnings/misc: workplace!au, coworkers!au, event planner!jk, event planner!oc, jk is not famous, angst, fluff, sad, crack, event planner!mingyu, bts in event planning company, unserious friend group, they are so silly and unserious, mean boss - yeah no she sucks, flirty!jk, dense af!jk, shy!oc, ANGST, IDIOTS both of them, yeah i guess thats it...for now hehe
notes: hello everyone!!! hehe its my first fic on tumblr and my first ever jk fic so i really hope you guys like it. im writing after so mant years so please ignore some mistakes. its kinda based on my experiences so yeah. its intentional whatever you are reading hauahahah, things will only get interesting as well progress.. lots of characters will come in the next chapter, this is just the base. It picks up from the second chapter!! anywho lets get into it!! <3
moodboard • playlist • series masterlist
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The first thing you saw when you unlocked your phone this morning was a text from Jungkook. That in itself was weird—he wasn’t the type to be up this early, let alone texting people.
jaykay (work) [8:50am]: hi :)
you [8:50am]: oh my god. what did you forget?
jaykay (work)  [8:51am]: have some faith in me. i was texting for something entirely different. 😒
you[8:51am]: are you sick? held hostage? blink twice if you need help.
jaykay (work) [8:52am]: how da hell are u so dramatic in the morning
you [8:52am]: come to the point jungkook
jaykay [8:52am]: fine. 🙄 don’t bring lunch today
you [8:53am]: why?
jaykay (work) [8:53am]: lunch is on me. taking you, shane and mingyu out for ramen
you [8:53am]: 🤨🤨🤨
jaykay (work) [8:54am]: see you in office🥰
You squinted at the screen, trying to process the words through your morning haze. This man barely made it to work before noon on most days, always breezing in with an iced americano and a sheepish grin. And yet here he was, awake and making lunch plans at 9 AM? Suspicious. Very suspicious.
It’s fixed, you know? Him being late to work, getting sarcastic remarks from the bosses - Natasha, the reporting manager (god did she love micromanaging the team) and Kim Song, the director of your company.
But whatever, free ramen was free ramen and, on that note, you finally woke up and went to get ready for the weird day that was ahead of you.
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By the time you got to the office, the usual chaos had already begun. Natasha, wasn’t physically present today, thank the lord for that, you thought, but her presence loomed over Zoom calls like a dark cloud. You had barely set down her bag before her laptop screen lit up with an incoming call. Does this woman ever chill?
“Good morning, team,” Natasha’s clipped voice rang out as the screen loaded. “Let’s go over the deliverables for today.” Her screen was hidden and she was on a holiday like she had very explicitly mentioned the week before she left.
You suppressed a groan as you saw Jungkook and Mingyu joining the call too. Shane, their CS intern, looked half-asleep. Jungkook, though, was oddly quiet, his usual playful banter nowhere to be seen. His leg bounced under the desk, fingers drumming against the tabletop.
You shot him a look, but he didn’t meet your eyes.
Okay that was weird, wasn’t it?
You looked towards Mingyu and Shane to see if they noticed Jungkook being a little off today but to your surprise they were engrossed on what Natasha was instructing on the upcoming event which was the luxurious Cartier dinner.
Classic Natasha, putting her work on us while she sips on pina coladas on the beach after this 10-minute meeting. You wanted to be as carefree as her sometimes, how easily she just threw her tasks on others.
Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Jungkook which thankfully he didn’t notice.
Or at least that’s what you thought.
Jungkook knew you. He knew how curious you got sometimes and he also knew currently the wheels were turning in your head wondering why he was being so awkward. He smiled internally, thinking how much you knew him and how much he was going to miss you.
If you kept looking at him like that, he was going to crack. He just hoped you wouldn’t figure it out before he told you himself.
Once the meeting was over, you quickly went towards the design studio in the office, greeting Yuna and So-hee who seemed like had just come to office with the way they were switching on their systems for the day.
“I really need the final design renders for the stage setup and the seating plan for Cartier, Yuna,” You said worried knowing that if you don’t get these renders in next half an hour then the costing would delay and then Natasha…yeah no.
Its as if Jungkook got a sign, he entered the design studio greeting Yuna, So-hee, and Dae and standing next to you as if to ease the tension you had going on.
“Babe, give me 10 minutes, the renders are ready. I’ll email it to you, Natasha and Namjoon,” Yuna said as she started working on her system. You nodded your head and gave her a worried smile.
“Mark me in the email too,” Jungkook said instantly and you gave him a pointed look. Yuna seemed to mirror your thoughts and raised her eyebrows towards him.
Seeing that you both were confused, Jungkook chuckles and says, “__, you should be happy that I am willingly asking to be marked on emails,” which makes you roll your eyes playfully and smirk.
“Also, I don’t have nothing big going on currently, project wise, so I’ll follow up for the costings and Natasha will stay away from my ass,” Jungkook continues and laughs with Yuna, So-hee and Dae.
You looked at him as he was sort of back in his carefree self but something still felt off. You just couldn’t put your finger on what this feeling was.
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Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. The second Natasha’s second call for the day wrapped up the call, you shut your laptop and turned towards Jungkook who along with Mingyu and Shane was joking and was waiting for you to get done.
“Okay, spill. What’s with the mystery since today morning?” You immediately asked him and he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously.
Mingyu slung an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, grinning. “Yeah, dude. You’re making me nervous.”
Shane, ever the observer, just raised a brow. “Is this about work? God I can’t wait to dig into some good ramen after hearing Natasha ramble since past 15 mins. 15 mins with her feel like 2 hours,” Shane continued rambling earning laughs from the three of you.
Jungkook let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just get to lunch first.”
That didn’t help your growing suspicion, but you let it slide—at least until the 4 of you reached the ramen place.
The aroma of rich broth and sizzling garlic filled the tiny ramen shop. Shane and Mingyu were already practically vibrating with hunger, menus discarded, ready to order. You, however, were still scanning the options, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. Just as you were about to decide, you and Jungkook spoke in unison: “Japchae.”
A surprised laugh bubbled up. “You wanna have japchae too?” you asked, a little thrill of connection sparking despite the weirdness of the morning. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, and ordered for both of you.
Minutes later, steaming bowls of ramen and the shared plate of japchae arrived. The savory scent made your mouth water. You took a tentative bite of the japchae, the noodles perfectly chewy, the vegetables crisp and flavorful. It was delicious. But Jungkook just sat there, chopsticks hovering over his bowl. He had a strange expression—not quite annoyed, but… something. You knew that look. It was his tell when food was exceptionally good. That’s just his weird trait.
You took the second bite yourself to see if it was and it was really good.
“I got another job.”
Silence.
Your stomach dropped.
Then, Mingyu blinked. “Wait, what?”
Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding their gazes. “I got an offer from an event company. They handle production for A-list musicians—concerts, world tours, all of it.” But you could see how proud he was. This was his dream.
“Oh, shit, that’s huge,” Shane said, eyes wide and dramatically keeping his chopsticks on the side.
Jungkook looked at you trying to gauge for your reaction.
You swallowed, gripping your chopsticks a little tighter. “Wow. That’s… incredible, Jungkook.” You said genuinely but why did it feel so off? Why did it feel like you were losing everything? People leave jobs all the time and this is no different, so why was it feeling all to different suddenly?
When you congratulated him, you meant it. You really did. He deserved this. But there was a weird, hollow feeling in your chest. Something tight that you couldn’t quite name.
Jungkook was watching you and asked, “You okay?”
You forced a smile but to everyone it looked genuine. “Of course. This is a big deal. I am so happy for you, Jungkook!” Mingyu and Shane mirrored your smile and congratulated him to which Jungkook threw an honest smile.
His eyes still lingered for a second longer before he nodded, turning his attention back to his food. But you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.
Mingyu and Shane immediately started asking him the questions about his new company and the new job and Jungkook excitedly answered them all and you were interested too to know all the details.
Once the 4 of you were done with the lunch, you asked him, “So when are you telling Natasha?”
“Next week, and then 2 weeks’ notice,” He said looking at you as if he was trying to find an emotion out of you.
“Damn bro, you are leaving us so soon.” Shane said and you looked at Jungkook.
“Now at least I will have some proper desk space at the office,” You tried to joke which earned you a playful eye roll from Jungkook.
“Oh my god, I have to plan a farewell party for you now,” Mingyu joked and you laughed. For the whole lunch, this is the first time Jungkook noticed you genuinely smiling and it was all thanks to Mingyu’s dramatic nature.
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The rest of the workday felt strangely off-balance. Even though nothing had technically changed yet, you felt the weight of the upcoming shift pressing down on you. The knowledge that soon, Jungkook wouldn’t be here anymore—wouldn’t be there to roll his eyes at Natasha’s ridiculous demands, wouldn’t be crashing at her desk with an iced coffee and a new piece of gossip, wouldn’t be around to share those unspoken glances when things got too absurd.
You had started hating how much that realization unsettled you.
It was Jungkook who got you out of your dazed thoughts when he said, “___, I have asked Namjoon hyung for the Cartier costing and he is working on it,”
You threw a sincere smile towards him and nodded while he went back on his desk and worked on some small projects he had going on.
gyu (work) [3pm]: are you okay?
Once you read the text, you immediately looked at him but he acted to be so engrossed in his work and you couldn’t help but look back into your phone and text back
you [3:01pm]: yeah, why?
gyu (work) [3:01pm]: you sure about that? ever since jk dropped that bomb, you have been quiet and so has he.
That got your attention. Were you that obvious?
you [3:02pm]: no nothing like that. im happy that he got this. he deserves it!! also when is the blue label bottle engraving costing going to the client? natasha has been on my ass about it since morning. send it asap please <33
gyu [3:03pm]: girl i gotta give it to you, nice attempt to change the convo but we aren’t done yet. ugh why are you my senior? im sending it in 5
By the time the day ended and finally the costings for Cartier had gone out (thanks to Jungkook and Joon), you had convinced yourself you were just being dramatic. People left jobs all the time. This wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.
Mingyu and Shane had already left for the day and the design studio was also empty leaving only you and Jungkook in the client servicing department. For a Monday, people had left earlier than usual, you thought to yourself.
You looked at the clock and saw it was 7pm already.
While you packed your bags, like routine, Jungkook waited for you. He dropped you home everyday given that you both lived nearby and your apartment came on the way to his.
However, the silence between the two of you felt heavier than usual.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said as the two of you entered the elevator.
You forced a laugh and adjusted your purse, trying to look anywhere but at him. “So are you.”
The two of you exited the elevator and sat in his car, he started the engine. For the first time ever, the silence between the two of you was uncomfortable.
Jungkook sighed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he took the familiar route and said, “Are you really happy for me?”
You immediately turned to look at him, meeting his gaze in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Yes, I am. Why would you think I am not?”
His smile was small, a little sad. “Alright. You and I haven’t spoken much since lunch,”
You didn’t know why, but something in your chest ached at that. But you ignored it,  and looking towards and giving him a smile and said, “Jungkook, I am so happy for you. I am. I know you wanted this and now you have it,”
For the first time in the whole day, he smiled genuinely at you.
“Will you miss me?,” He asked as he stopped the car right out of your apartment and looked at you with his doe eyes that carry the sta-
Wait what?!
You ignored whatever that thought was and quickly composed yourself and laughed at him. “You wish I would miss you,” You joked playfully and he rolled his eyes.
“On a serious note, yes I will. Who will I tolerate Natasha with?” You continued and he let out a small chuckle.
“Anyway I have to go. See you tomorrow boss,” you finally said, and then you were gone, disappearing into the building.
Jungkook sat there for a moment, staring after you.
He knew you better than you thought. He knew when you were genuinely happy, when you were just pretending, when you were holding back something you didn’t want to say. And tonight, you were definitely holding back.
Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the car seat. Leaving this job was supposed to be exciting, a step up, an opportunity of a lifetime. And it was.
But why did it feel like he was losing something, too?
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rydoesartandstuff · 2 days ago
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Hi, Ry. I came across your Trolls story "Great Decisions" and read the full thing. It was very interesting and just couldn't stop reading it till I got to the last chapter. The ending, however...I'm worried about John Dory. Branch may have his colors back, but he doesn't. Plus his thought of Branch not needing him anymore concerns me. I guess I'm just wondering what's gonna happen to him in the next story based on the 2nd movie?
Hi! I’m so glad you like the story!!! Heh heh… You are right to be worried about that man. I won’t give too much away, but there’s definitely a shift in JD’s mental health following the first movie, and into the second.
I like to think that going into Movie One, his mental health definitely wasn’t great, but he was at a point in his life where he just became acclimated to the way things were. He had a purpose, and even if their life wasn’t perfect, he liked it. It was comfortable, and predictable. He wasn’t happy, but he was content.
Movie One has thrown a lot of change his way, plus a lot of added mental strain, both from the past (Which he still hasn’t dealt with) and the present (Which he refuses to acknowledge), and the epilogue of Movie One and going into Movie Two is going to reflect that strain.
I’m really excited for you to see where this goes! But for now, stay tuned!
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Here, a doodle for your good vibes!
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chxmpagneprxblem · 2 days ago
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Chapter Three - Sunshine
Tough Love Masterlist
“Paul LaHote asked me on a date and I kind of want to go on it.” Leah looked up from her DVD collection and stared at you from where you sat on her sofa.
Thursdays were a long honed tradition. You and Leah spent every Thursday having a movie night and a sleepover and neither of you ever broke that.
So you had gotten all of three days holding in the secret of Paul asking you out. You still hadn’t given him a definite answer. He had given you his number instead. You hadn’t called him yet.
“What?” Leah asked, dropping back from her crouched position to sit on the ground. You stared at her for a second before dropping her gaze to pick at the edge of your nail.
“Paul. He asked me out.” You explained without looking up. “I haven’t told him I’d go.”
“But you want to?” Leah asked, confused. You knew why she was confused. She’d never even heard you mention Paul in any capacity only to hate on Sam and his followers.
“I mean. Kind of?” You knew you sounded unsure. “He fixed up my car the last time. And he did loads of extra things too. And he didn’t charge me, just asked me out. And he’s sort of funny. And really hot.”
“And friends with Sam.” Leah finished and you deflated. You nodded and looked up at Leah who didn’t look mad, just confused still.
“And friends with Sam.” You sighed. She nodded again and you chewed on your bottom lip. “I would never dream of forgiving him for what he’s done. And I wouldn’t hang out with them, like ever.”
“You really want to go on this date, huh?” Leah asked and you nodded again. “You won’t leave?”
“Never. Not ever Leah! You know that. I’d rather cut my arm off.” You promised her, clambering off the sofa to sit next to her. “He’s probably gonna be terrible and it won’t be a good date and I’ll have to come back her and complain about it all.”
“Probably.” Leah agreed, her voice suspiciously thick. “And I’d listen, you know, even if it’s a really good date and you have the best time.”
“I love you, you know that?” You asked her softly. “More than I’ll ever love a dumb guy.”
“You better. We made a pact, a blood vow.” She reminded you and you both held up scarred little fingers. “That scar means you can’t ever pick anyone over me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So about that movie?” You asked into the receiver, watching your father in the living room who was transfixed by the game.
“Kind of late notice, isn’t it?” Paul asked with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes.
“Well if you’re not interested anymore then-“
“Hey! No! I didn’t say that. I can pick you up in like an hour, maybe an hour and a half?” He rushed out and you laughed, drawing a look from your father.
“Make it an hour and we’ll see if there’s time for that pizza after.” You warned and he called an affirmative before you hung up.
“That wasn’t your Leah laugh.” You narrowed your eyes at your father who only raised his hands. “Just wondering who’s taking my Sunshine out.”
“You don’t know him.” You assured your father. He raised his eyebrows and you sighed. “Paul LaHote.”
“Lives down on the Rez, don’t he?” Charlie asked and you sighed heavily again. “Good kid. Billy talks highly of him.”
“He’s not a kid and either am I. So don’t wait up tonight.” You warned and Charlie guffawed.
“You’re twenty one kid. You still live under my roof. Have your ass back in bed by two in the morning or I’ll coming looking for you. Siren and all.” He warned, you knew he was only partially kidding.
“You suck, Chief.”
“Yeah, get used to it, Sunshine.”
“Fifty six minutes. I hope you timed me.” Paul grinned and presented a bouquet of yellow gardenias with soil still on the roots.
“I’ll close the door if I look across the road and see Mrs Herschel is missing any flowers.” You warned. You felt more than heard your father step into the hallway. “Go away, Chief.”
“I took those flowers from my mom’s garden who offered them up. Also, hey there Chief Swan.” Paul waved to your stoic father.
“Don’t be a bootlicker, Paul. His name is Charlie and if he wants dinner tomorrow he should get back in the living room.” You didn’t turn to look at your father but you did take the flowers from Paul and hold them out for your father to take. “Could you put these in a vase please, we’ll be late.”
“Two at the latest, Sunshine. Or the sirens are coming out.” Charlie warned as you shrugged on your jacket.
“That would break the domestic noise level law. Don’t break your own rules, Chief. I’ll be home when I’m home. No earlier and no later.” You shut the door behind you and Paul chuckled warmly. “My sister has given him so much to worry about that he forgets I’m not her.”
“She was dating that Cullen guy, right?” Paul asked and you nodded, following him to his truck. He paused by the passenger door and opened it for you.
“Yeah. That’s the guy. He really did a number on her. So now all guys are the worst in the world.” You explained before he closed your door. He jogged around the front of the truck and pulled his own door open.
“He’s just protective of you. That’s what a dad is supposed to do.” Paul shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
“Bootlicker.” You whispered and he laughed again before backing the truck out of your drive.
“I ain’t a bootlicker. I’m respecting the man who brought my date into the world. Or isn’t that allowed, Sunshine?” Paul asked teasingly.
“Don’t you dare. It’s a stupid nickname he gave me when I was a kid and I’ve been trying a long time to shake it.” You knew from his laugh it wasn’t going anywhere soon.
“By movie I assumed you would be taking me to Port Angeles.” You told him when he went the opposite way out of Forks. He only shrugged his shoulders and you swatted at him. “Where are we going?”
“You don’t rent an R-Rated movie and then watch it in theater.” He reminded you and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“Sounds like an intentional bid to get me back to your place. Did you kick your mom out for the night?” You asked and he laughed.
“I don’t live with my mom.” He corrected and you rolled your eyes. “I went by her place earlier and grabbed the flowers. I got my own place.”
“Bought your own place with a couple of garage shifts?” You asked and he shook his head, turning off the highway towards LaPush.
“My grandpa left it to me. I don’t know why you think I’m trying to pull a fast one on you. I’m an honest guy.” Paul shrugged and you chewed on your bottom lip.
“I’ve been mean. To you. And you just put all that aside to ask me out.” You admitted quietly and Paul shrugged again. “No, don’t brush it off. I have a reason to be mad at Sam but I dragged you and Jared into it too.”
“You don’t understand the situation. I won’t hold it against you for being a good friend.” Paul promised and you sighed again.
“I, you have to understand, I can’t be their friend. I can’t hurt Leah like that. And they’re your friends. I know that. If you can’t excuse that then this won’t work.” You told him. He pulled into a long dirt drive and you watched him quietly think about your words.
“I think that maybe if I had been around for the Sam and Leah thing I would feel as you do. I see it differently than you do so I can be his friend. It’s perspective and I won’t ask you to be friends with someone you don’t want to be.” He huffed a breath as if the whole sentence had taken years off his laugh.
“You worded that very intentionally.” You pointed out when he parked outside a small cottage.
“Sam is my friend. That won’t change. Leah is your friend. That won’t change. Sam broke Leah’s heart. There’s no changing that either. We’ll just have to find a way to figure it all out.” You nodded slowly.
“Only if this date is any good.” You teased and he laughed.
“Terrible. Worst date of my life. I’ll never see him again.” You brushed past Leah at the door and made straight for her room.
“Oh, so you’re gonna marry this boy?” She asked as you flopped down, face first, into her bed.
“Leah. I can not explain how much I want to spend my life with him. We’re going to have three children and Billy will officiate and you’ll be my bridesmaid.” You turned your face to speak before burying your head in her mattress to scream at the top of your lungs.
“Jeez, take it down a notch.” Leah sighed and flipped down next to you.
“Dude, you’re fucking on fire.” You pushed up on your elbows to free one hand to check her temperature. “Are you sick?”
“I feel weird. Achey. It’s nothing. Probably my period coming on.” She sighed and rolled over to face you. “Tell me everything.”
“He brought me flowers. We watched a movie at his place and he ordered pizza. We cuddled a little.” Leah raised her eyebrow at your blushing. “Okay so we made out. Like a lot. It was good. He’s so strong and he just lifted me into his lap. He even made sure I was home in time for Charlie’s bullshit made up curfew.”
“Paul LaHote, a gentleman?” Leah asked with a laugh. “He must really like you.”
“I told him. You know. That I couldn’t be friends with his friends. That I wouldn’t do it to you.” You promised, linking your little finger with hers. She smiled and then sighed, rolling so her face was pressed into the blanket. You wrapped your arms around her and lay with her in silence.
“Love you, Lee.”
“Love you too, Sunshine.”
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kingpreciouswrld · 10 hours ago
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Spare Me (College!AU) Ch.2
Summary: Old flames die hard, yours is especially stubborn. However, when your rides to and from the practice fall through, you take up a sweet offer. Meanwhile you meet the rest of the coaching team on the second day of practice but not without some clashes.
A/N: Again, don't know what this is-- never written a multi-chapter fic before so I really don't know what I'm doing. Uhm...read if you want? It seems long but that's just cause there's a lot of one-liners...anyway, enjoy? Feedback is encouraged (cause...help...plz)
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Your dorm room was definitely your little home away from home. It was currently a mess due to taco trash and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
After you and Sam ate your winning tacos, you decided to do some…research…on your coach. It wasn’t weird or anything, you just wanted to know more about her, see if she was as interesting as you thought she was. No, it wasn’t weird, you just needed to know more about this woman…you just–
“Is that–”
You slammed your laptop shut, “Nothing!” you cleared your throat and tried again, “It was noth–”
“You’re looking her up?!”
“NO! No no no no, I was just looking at the school’s athletic page–”
You two started a tug-of-war with your laptop, “You were looking at google pics Y/N/N! Just let me seeeee!”
“SAM! Stop! You’re going to break my laptop!”
“Then stop fighting me and let me see what you found!”
Letting the dirty blonde win the tugging, you groaned in frustration. Sam just smirked at you and patted your head as she sat down next to you on your bed, “Don’t worry, your creepy little secret is safe with me.”
You huffed and rolled your eyes, laying on your back with a grunt.
“You know, it's kinda normal to cyber-stalk your crushes.”
“I do NOT have a crush on coach Calderu, she’s just…”
“Just, what?”
You grumbled before throwing a pillow over your face and screaming into it. It was so embarrassing that Sam caught you red-handed. You didn’t know what pulled you in to the other woman, she was just so…beautiful…and you couldn’t get her out of your head! Her short hair, her big doe eyes that could turn into a wicked glare, her bright smile that could turn into a knee-buckling snarl when she got snappy.
Coach Calderu was an enigma and you desperately wanted any information to help you piece together the kind of woman she was.
“What about this?” Sam shifted the laptop back onto your lap.
Slightly perking up, you moved to sit back up, “What is it?” you asked as you scrolled the page.
“It’s where she works, you know, when she’s not a college coach.”
“Yeah, no shit Sherlock, but what even is this place?”
“Some weird little shop, looks like it might even sell those cards you like to hog. It’s not that far from campus, we could always take a look?”
“But what if she’s actually there?” You really didn’t need to embarrass yourself in front of her. The season just started and you wouldn’t be able to take it if something happened that would make it even harder to face the older woman.
Sam rolled her eyes and got up, grabbing her jacket in the process.
“So what? We’ll just be looking for your weird cards anyway, it doesn’t need to be awkward. Just be cool about it, yeah? Come on.”
The dirty blonde grabbed your jacket and threw it at you. Your eyes widened as you felt your nerves come alive, “N-Now?!”
“I’m not going to be waiting Y/N/N!” She said as she left, leaving your dorm door open.
“Goddamnit….Sam! Wait up!”
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The sun was just a few hours away from setting. Although you despised Sam for being so impulsive, you knew you wouldn’t have followed through with seeing your coach outside of practices.
The walk to the shop didn’t seem too long and although it was a bit chilly, it was a nice walk.
“I can hear your mommy issues screaming from here.”
You rolled your eyes and huffed.
Sam held her hands up in surrender, “I’m not judging, I just think this would actually be good for you.”
“What? Why would you say that? She’s our coach, Sam. I highly doubt anything would happen.”
“That’s not what I meant…It’s just, after Agatha, I think you need a good distraction and if making up scenarios in your head about older women will help you, I’ll feed into your delusions!”
“Y/N!”
“Speaking of the devil…”
You didn’t know who started, but both you and Sam started to quicken your pace. You could hear heavy footsteps approaching you from behind before they fell into stride next to you.
“Please, Y/N, just hear me out–”
“Can’t you fuck off? She doesn’t want–”
“It’s alright Sam,” you sighed before linking your arm with the dirty blonde. 
Your action made Agatha stop in her tracks. You could’ve guessed that Agatha assumed you moved onto Sam but you two were just good friends, you considered her a sister even. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t feed into Agatha’s insecurities.
“You coming or not, Harkness?” you asked, not looking behind you.
You could hear hurried footsteps approach you again before you heard them match your stride again.
“Where are we going?”
“There’s this shop we wanna check out before they close for the night, Y/N needs a new card deck.”
“They’re tarot cards Sammy,” you could practically hear Sam’s eyes roll in her head, “I didn’t know you still practice Y/N…”
“You lost the chance to know.”
As you three turned around the corner, the shop came into view.
Madame Calderu’s Psychic Readings.
Despite your nerves, you were pretty excited to get a new deck. You haven’t touched any of yours since your breakup with Agatha. Maybe Sam was right, having someone else to think of could be good for you.
When the shop came closer, both Sam and Agatha raced to see who could open the door for you and to your luck, Sam won. Rolling your eyes at their antics, the door opened, making the bell above it ring out into the small shop.
Agatha fell to the back of the group and let out a low whistle as she looked around, “Well isn’t this a swanky lil place…” she murmured.
As Agatha was caught up with the crystal ball on the main display, you were focused on the tarot cards on the wall.
“Well isn’t this a lovely surprise!”
You all whipped your heads towards the front counter to find coach Calderu in all her glory.
“Coach! What...are you doing here?” Agatha asked in surprise.
The older woman smirked, “Welcome to the curious.”
Coach Calderu walked around the counter to stand in front of you three.
“And what brings you three to my humble abode?”
Your eyes widened and you discreetly slapped Sam on her back, “Y-You live here too?”
“Well don’t seem excited by it, by all means! Is it that bad?”
“N-No! That’s not what I– I mean–”
The older woman chuckled and patted your shoulder, “I’m just pulling your leg hun, but yes! I do live here. Don’t touch that.”
Agatha, once again, snapped her hand back to her side with wide eyes, “Sorry coach, I didn’t mean–”
Coach Calderu waved her off, “No harm, no foul, just be careful, hm?”
As you turned to continue looking through the selection of tarot cards, you could smell her perfume before she draped her arm around your back, “Ohh do we have a little cartomancer in our midsts?”
You blushed and chuckled nervously, “I’m just an amateur really, I haven’t done a reading since high school…plus I’d only do personal readings or do a few readings for Sam.”
Your coach hummed, looking at the decks on the wall, before she picked one and handed it to you, “Well then I think this is what you’d like.”
The Cozy Witch Tarot Deck
It was cute and although tarot could be intimidating, the card deck looked anything but. You smiled and looked towards the older woman, “Thank you, it’s really cute. I like the aesthetic of the pictures.”
“Of course hun, only the best for my girls,” she winked.
You looked down at the deck in hand, pretending to read the packaging to hide the redness in your cheeks. In response, your coach just chuckled lowly and squeezed your arm as she moved to talk to Sam.
Oh you were definitely going to take up tarot reading again.
“Are you girls ready for practice tomorrow?”
“Oh, actually, I’ll be a little late.”
You whipped your head towards Sam with a confused look on your face. What did she mean? She was your ride to and from practice tomorrow and you sure as hell weren’t going to lug your bowling balls down 4 blocks to get to the bowling alley.
“I have family in town visiting and my grandma wants to take me to breakfast before practice. Where they’re staying is a bit out of the way so I might be late but I’ll do my best to be there on time.”
“Wait, but Sam, what about–”
“Same here actually.”
It was your turn to face Agatha with wide eyes. Well there goes your second option. Yes, asking Agatha for a ride would’ve been a stretch but you really didn’t want to walk around with your bowling balls in public.
“I also have plans for breakfast with an old friend of mine, but they’ll take me to practice from the diner. I’ll let them know that it’s important to get me to practice on time.”
“And what about you Y/N? Any plans for breakfast?” Coach asked with a raised brow.
“Uh– no, but I should say that I’ll try my best to get to practice on time…”
“Oh? And why would you need to try?”
“Because someone–” you glared at Sam who smiled innocently, “was supposed to be my ride to practice.”
The older woman looked at you two with amusement.
“Well if you need a ride hun, you just need to ask,” she said with an encouraging smile.
“Oh! I– I wouldn’t want to impose–”
Coach Calderu waved her hand, “Nonsense, I’ll be more than happy to give you a ride. You’re living on campus, right?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, still not believing you were about to spend even more time with the woman.
“Give me the name of your hall and I’ll be there bright and early.”
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When you finished shopping around, you ended up arguing with Agatha about who would be paying.
You honestly didn’t know what was wrong with the younger woman. Maybe she wanted to get back together and was trying to weasel her way back into your life somehow or maybe she wanted your forgiveness? You really couldn’t tell what she wanted from you.
Agatha ended up paying for your things. You got a few candles, the tarot deck that your coach had picked out, and a big dream catcher. Since Agatha paid for you, you made her carry your things too, not that she complained though, she seemed happy to help much to your annoyance.
Coach Calderu sent the three of you on your way with a wink and a wave goodbye and then the three of you started to make your way back to campus.
Sam nudged you with her shoulder, “You’re welcome by the way.”
“Why would I want to thank you? You’re ditching me AND you lied! All of your family lives within thirty minutes of campus!” 
“But now you have time with coach, so, you’re welcome.”
You punched Sam in the shoulder.
“What?”
Oh shit. You forgot Agatha was with you guys.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about Harkness,” Sam mocked. “Well would you look at the time, I want to get to the cafeteria before they run out of cheesy bread. See ya!”
And now you were alone.
With Agatha.
Sometimes you hated Sam with every fiber of your being.
“Come on superstar, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
You let out a sigh and reluctantly walked the rest of the way with Agatha.
The sun had set just as you and Agatha got to your dorm. The younger woman was still carrying your things as you unlocked your door.
You walked in and sighed as you took off your jacket before turning towards the open door. To your amusement, Agatha was still out in the hall. She was looking around your room but kept herself from crossing the threshold.
“You can just set those down on my desk.”
Agatha nodded before she came into the room, setting the bags down on your little desk.
“So…I– well, Y/N, I just wanted to say–”
“I didn’t say we were talking.”
“It’s been a few years, I’ve changed! Just– hear me out, please?”
You rolled your eyes before you hopped up on your bed. You gestured towards Agatha for her to continue.
“Thank you,” she sighed, “I just– well…I just want you to understand that what I did wasn’t because you weren’t enough for me, or that I don’t love you–”
“You said ‘don’t’...Ag–”
“I love you, Y/N, I still love you with all that I am and–”
“I think you should go.”
“Y/N–please, I– we need to talk this ou–”
You shook your head and let your head fall forward, your hair covering your face, “No”
“Wha–”
You whipped your head up, your eyes glossed over with fresh tears, “We don't ‘need’ to talk about anything! You threw everything out of the window when you decided to sell yourself out for some stupid-ass scholarship! Why are you even here? The head of the athletic department said he only scouted Sam and I from that Pepsi Tournament! Why choose this school? Why fight for an anchor spot when you don’t even care where you’re put in the lineup? Just– why?”
Agatha seemed shocked. She couldn’t form any words, her own eyes glossing over as she watched your tears fall silently.
“I think you should go.”
Agatha just looked at you with pleading eyes, “Y/N, please–”
“You heard her Harkness, beat it.” Sam came back from the cafeteria just in time.
You couldn’t face Agatha or Sam. You guessed that you looked a mess. It’s been a while since you cried over the younger woman. She couldn’t even answer your questions. She just stood there looking like she was the one who was hurting. She didn’t have the right to feel sorry.
The door clicked shut before you took a sharp inhale. Meanwhile, Sam looked at you with soft and understanding eyes.
“Do you want cheesy bread?”
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Last night’s sleep was rough. The talk with Agatha, if you could even call what happened a talk, still played in your head. You were obviously overthinking everything and second guessing yourself. Maybe you should’ve heard her out the first time, maybe you two would have stayed together. You didn’t know anymore.
You went around the dorm as you got yourself ready for practice. Sam was already gone when you got up and so you took a shower, got dressed, and pulled your bowling gear together. After grabbing your headphones, you headed out. The weather was nice enough that you decided to wait outside for your coach.
Putting your music on shuffle, you set the volume to the highest setting, drowning out your own thoughts. You bobbed your head along the music, your fingers subtly playing piano keys as you mouthed the lyrics.
A tap to your shoulder made you let out a startled yelp. Throwing your headphones off of your head, you turned to look at whoever dared to interrupt your little moment.
“I’m sorry to startle you, but I’ve been calling your name for a good few minutes.”
Your cheeks immediately reddened as you found coach Calderu standing behind you with an amused smile. You immediately scrambled to look at your phone. Apparently, you missed her texts and one call. 
You winced and looked back up at her, “I’m so sorry coach, I didn’t realize how much time has passed since I came downstairs.”
The older woman just chuckled, “It’s alright, I did enjoy the little show you put on,” she teased with a wink.
You didn’t know if your cheeks could turn any redder and you put your hoodie up despite it being a sunny day out. Coach Calderu watched on in amusement as you quickly placed your bowling bag into her trunk before you moved to sit in her passenger seat.
The sunglasses that were atop the woman’s head was placed over her eyes as she pulled out of the parking lot.
“Are you alright hun? You aren’t too cold or anything?”
“I’m good, coach, thank you. And thank you for the ride, I really do appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it,” she said as she patted your knee.
You turned to look out the window, your eyes practically bugging out at such a small gesture.
You felt like a very hormonal teenage boy that hasn’t even touched his first pair of boobs yet. Why did she have such an effect on you? She was literally just a woman. A woman who happened to be the most beautiful person you’ve seen in the universe. A beautiful woman who happened to be your bowling coach. A beautiful woman who was still touching your knee.
After coach Calderu let her touch linger long enough, she returned her hand to the steering wheel. “You said you liked listening to music right? What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Hm? Oh, I– a little bit of everything.”
“That’s what people say and then they completely disown two or three genres.”
“I– okay well you’re not wrong…I’ll say my top music styles would be pop, songs from the 70s, and then songs that I call ‘static oldies’ just because in some of the recordings, you can hear the scratches of the original recording.”
“Not what I expected of a 23 year-old, you do seem like an old soul.”
You just nodded in response. You had a quip on the tip of your tongue but decided to hold back due to the fact that it was a pretty dark quip and you definitely didn’t want to give your coach the wrong vibe about you.
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The rest of the ride was just filled with small talk; learning about the small things about each other and such. Coach Calderu asked you about your ambitions, your likes and dislikes, what made you embrace bowling, etc. It was refreshing if you were being honest and despite the crude rumors about the older woman, you couldn’t see why she easily made enemies. 
Once she parked, she let out a sigh before turning to you with a smile, “I accept debit payments. The title will say ‘Lilia’s Lyft’ but that’s just my side hustle,” she teased.
“How about just a five-star rating?” you giggled.
“As long as I get a five-star rating for both trips, then we’ll be set hun,” the older woman winked at you before she exited the car.
She unlocked the trunk and you grabbed your bowling gear before setting it on the ground so you could roll it.
“Calderu!”
You heard your coach heave a big sigh before she turned on her heel to face the voice, “Vidal, how…nice…of you to finally join us for practices.”
You weren’t paying attention to the other woman, you were paying attention to the younger woman following on Vidal’s heel.
It was Agatha, and as soon as she made eye-contact with you, you could see the panic and guilt begin to appear in her eyes.
It wouldn’t take a genius to pin together why Agatha and you guessed, the assistant coach Vidal, were together. You guessed VIdal was the one Agatha was texting during your senior year in high school and that’s how Agatha got into this school.
“Ah, and who did you bring with you? Another one of your pets? She’s a bit young for you, Calderu.”
“This,” Coach Calderu hissed, “Is Y/N, one of our team anchors for the season,” she glared at the younger woman.
Coach Vidal just raised a brow with an amused smirk before giving you a once over, “Ah, the famous Y/N L/N then…I gotta say, you give other girls a run for their money.”
You sent the assistant coach a tight lipped smile, “It’s nice to meet you Coach Vidal,” you turned towards your other coach, “I’ll head inside, I think Sam is here already.”
After turning on your heel, you trekked inside the alley, scanning the lanes to find the familiar dirty blonde.
“Y/N/N–”
The familiar husky voice made you walk away immediately.  Deciding to head to the kitchen area to grab an energy drink, you found your dirty blonde savior.
Sam was in line to get a drink and you left your bowling bag by the front desk before joining her, your arm hooking into hers.
“Witch at five o’clock, I’ll tell you what happened after practice,” you whispered to her.
Sam, the ever so helpful friend, just brought you in closer and held your hand in reassurance. It was only eight in the morning and you were already spiraling out.
The two of you got your drinks and walked over to the designated lanes for practice.
The coaches were standing and talking quietly amongst themselves while the girls were sitting at the settee area putting their shoes on. As you put on your own, you couldn’t help but glance at Coach VIdal every so often. Why would Agatha meet up with her? Were her words last night false?
On one of the glances, you saw that Vidal was already looking at you. You quickly broke eye contact and went back to tying your shoes.
It was going to be an interesting practice day.
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circeius-invidioso · 2 days ago
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Today.
This day.
Right here.
Begins what I said I was going to do months ago.
And since it will be a whole ass saga. Take my hand, it's an expensive ride but you will witness for free.
What's this ride you might ask?
Well of course,
It's painting Garran Crowe using genuine Afghan Lapis Lazuli. 💎
Because he deserves it. Ain't no budget when we are talking about my favourite character.
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In my knowledge this is the only attempt / tutorial on this subject.
Not oil paints and minis this is common.
But historical pigments used on minis.
And I did search. Trust me, If there was it would have made my life a lot easier. But let's move on.
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Do you see this blue. This is Lapis. And this will be on my mini when this saga ends.
Mark my words.
Preparations 💎
Can't win a war without a battle plan.
And to make this more interesting I will put the price of each item so we can all look at how much this costs to do.
So what did I pay to paint a cape on a single miniature?
Refined Linseed Oil 75ml - 14€
Liquin 75ml - 6€
Sansodor 75ml - 5€
Isopropyl Alcohol 1lt - 11 €
Sable Bright Brush no2 - 8€
Sable Round Brush no0 - 4€
Sable Filbert Brush no2 - 9€
Michael Harding Ultramarine Blue - 9€
Michael Harding Scarlet Lake - 9€
Michael Harding Titanium White 2 - 9€
Michael Harding Lapis Lazuli (Afghan) - 140€
Total score - 224€
And before someone thinks.
Aint no way you did that.
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Yes I did.
Sanity is for the weak.
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The experiments before the main show phase. You didn't really think I was going to take a brush and go to town. Did you?
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The limits were tasted.
The application was tested.
The flow.
Was tested.
Did we have duds?
I mean, duh.
But every failure of paper is success on the mini. I will not go detail cause that's boring.
Mini. I keep saying but where is the man the myth the legend himself?
Well.
Today.
I did the first layer.
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Base colors applied.
Now it's the waiting game we will have to play before the second one.
Ah yes, oil colors my beloved and their slow drying times.
It does look incredibly glossy, shiny like a freshly oiled up body builder before a competition.
But.
What I have so say so far is that.
These paints feel different.
I don't know how to describe it.
Maybe I will find the words in the next chapter.
So.
The adventure ends here. For now...
God I am excited about this.
And if after all those trials and tribulations this experiment is a success, I will be making a tutorial on this.
Step by step and all.
I promise and I wish. 🤞🏻
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spacejade · 3 days ago
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Dawner/Twilight and Hero party focused chapter directory
Have you ever wanted to revisit a certain moment but couldn't remember the chapter? Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle aka Maoujou de Oyasumi aka Maoyasu has so many chapters and the titles aren't always helpful so I compiled a list of the most relevant Twilight/Dawner (AkaTaso) chapters on my reread! I've also noted down the chapters focused on the other members of the hero party, since they are so few. Hope this is helpful!
Disclaimer: This post is for those who have already read through the entire series and just to be able to jump to certain moments to reread. I encourage new readers to read the whole thing without skipping. There's just so much to love about this manga!!
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Dawner/Twilight focused chapters
Ch53: Suya's nightmare of Dawner from their childhood. Now that I think about it, it mentions the time that Dawner went missing (and met Twilight), so it's related(?). It's also the first Dawner-focused chapter in the whole manga
Ch257: Twilight's first love story, of his time with Dawner 15 years ago.
Ch 70: Twilight and Suya have a practice pajama party and the first hint of Twilight's love story. It's not really related but I'm including it since it's directly related to ch257.
Ch232: Twilight turns small after using up his magical energy. @pathfinder7007 reminded me of this small moment where Dawner recognises young Twilight's voice!
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Ch316, 318-319: THE Dawner/Twilight reunion, and Twilight's reaction to it.
*ch317 is Harpie+Suya taking care of the sick cursed musician, if you were wondering what was missing
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Ch332: Not the focus of the chapter, but Zeus and Twilight talk about Dawner for a bit after saving Goodreste Royal Academy, and you can see some of Twilight's reaction here.
Ch334: Leo gets Chamos to investigate Dawner. Not much on Dawner/Twilight themselves and more on Leo's reaction to it, but we get Dawner's full name here.
Ch339 (Kai runs away from the demon castle)+Ch346 (Suya's bar): These are actually focused on Twilight+Kai but they are also about. This.
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Ch384-386: The Hero Party in the demon castle's dungeon mini-arc, up until Dawner meets Twilight (again)
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(fun fact, the deserted island was first shown in ch300, the beach chapter)
Ch391: Dawner's reaction to finding out that Twilight is Dee
And that's where we are now! Will I get to update this post next week or will Kuma-sensei make us waiting another 70 chapters?? How exciting 👀
(Bonus: Way back in Ch22, Twilight already had nightmares abt disappointing the Hero. I thought it was interesting how he's always wanted to impress him, even without the connection to "Hee")
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Hero Party focused chapters
Other than those already mentioned, here are the chapters focused on the hero party, since they are so few. I didn't include minor 1 frame appearances (especially in the first few chapters) but let me know if anyone wants that too
Ch77: Suya meeting Dawner in her dream. The first time we see Dawner's personality in the current time besides minor appearances
Ch83: I said I wouldn't include minor appearances but look at Dawner being a lil (clueless) shit here. The chapter is focused on Suya's childhood stories but Dawner is there for 2 panels, which i might as well just post here
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Ch105: Poseidon tells Dawner that Suya doesn't want to go home. Again a minor appearance but it says sth abt his personality
Ch137: Sunrise's introduction. Queen.
Ch151: Princess Robo Mark III vs. the hero party. Not focused on the personality of the hero party but they sure are there a lot (?)
Ch227: The chapter is actually focused of Zeus+Poseidon but. is this anything
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Ch233:Poseidon teaches Suya how to do pull-ups(?official translation?) backflips feat. a tiny flashback to Dawner giving Suya more trauma
Ch238: The lost teddy demon is found by the hero party (hooray! finally another proper Dawner-focused chapter!)
Ch242: The lost teddy demon from Ch238 starts to imitate Dawner and Suya gets suspicious. Really shows what she thinks of him lmao
Ch287: Neo Alrune battles the hero party. I feel like this counts as a Sunrise chapter, yes?
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Ch352-353: The hero party at the fake inn. The Waker focused chapters!
Ch383: The suspension of the hero party's quest, right before they go into the demon castle dungeon. Kisho focused with more insight on how the team works together
That's about it for now. Honestly I was shocked at how far apart the chapters were.... How long has Kuma-sensei been cooking... Now with the plot developments I hope we get to see more of the Hero Party though!!
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Also please let me know if there's any chapters I've missed or you want included. With nearly 400 chapters there might be stuff that Ive missed... 400... that's crazy.... may maoyasu go on forever....
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itspileofgoodthings · 3 months ago
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I am legitimately so proud of all I have done in teaching this week.
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alberichfanpage · 22 days ago
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VYKE TALKS IN THE ER MANGA??
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call-me-copycat · 19 hours ago
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I flipped through it but haven't actually read it yet and it's uh... Ah, a little more suggestive than the first (*///ω///*)
Like clearly they were told to keep it light and fluffy but some of the authors (particularly those that wrote Iida's and Bakugo's) really pushed it as far as they were allowed ‎(´-ᴗ-⸝⸝ก)
Bakugo's
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Iida's (they reallyyyy pushed it, might've gotten scolded actually)
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On the opposite end of the spectrum, Todoroki and Shinso had the fluffiest chapters (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠。⁠*⁠♡
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Denki's author just had fun with it lol
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The author who wrote that Dabi chapter everyone liked! They went all out on Shigaraki's \(❁´∀`❁)ノ𖤐´-
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Boring chapter for a boring man
(Just kidding, love you Aizawa (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ )
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The author of the next chapter gave us this if that means anything (o゚v゚)
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Eraser Bakugo! I love the art style (*^▽^*)
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All Might's chapter was very interesting because it was the least focused on romance and instead looked like it had its own mini plot going on! O.O
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2 references in one!
First one (the rabbit in a dotted scarf) is a reference to Horikoshi's old work, Oumagadoki Zoo!
The second one... is a very odd chapter from the MHA spinoff SMASH! A series that I've brought up a couple times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)
MHA SMASH! is sort of like that family member no one mentions or brings up, it's a comedy (so the only non canon) spinoff, and while it certainly funny at times the author tends to go a little too overboard with his crude jokes and dirty humor (such as below) (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)
I was never going to mention this chapter but I might as well now since they decided to reference it (^^;)
In the chapter, the LOV members have just met each other, and Kurogiri innocently brings up the topic of ice breakers.
They draw straws, and the winner would be allowed to command the others to do fun things. Shigaraki wins, and commands the others to die. Kurogiri says no and moves on to the second winner, Toga. She tells Shigaraki to put on bunny ears, and Dabi to put on cat ears, and for some reason... everyone else put poor Kurogiri's outfit together. The whole thing is much much worse in full O_o
(These 2 below are from MHA SMASH! And the picture below this is the doujinshi)
(sorry.)
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Why'd they have to reference this chapter out of all the chapters in this spinoff? (>︿<)
I guess that's the overall theme of this novel since this is the last lovely artwork made:
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Overall the art looks great! I guess a few of the authors really wanted to push the boundaries of what was and wasn't allowed and this came out (⁠;⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)
I'm glad we still have the cute fluffy chapters though ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ
The characters in this novel are all the exact same, except instead of Dabi he's replaced with Shigaraki ʕ→ᴥ←ʔ Let me know once more if there's a specific character's chapter you want translated! I have a que going on right now so it'll take some time to get to it, but I can always add it on my list ♪⁠~⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠`⁠ ⁠)
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I can't talk right now since I'm at work but look! The second MHA x reader doujinshi came early! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)
Can't wait to share this too!
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slightlytoastedbagel · 4 months ago
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see I have theories in regards to What The Fuck Is Wrong With Whit Young but they aren't the ones involving him being the mastermind or traitor. they're to do with whatever is going on with his mother
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possamble · 9 months ago
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As a gay man who is also a himedanshi. USE THOSE MEN AS PLOT DEVICES! IT'S YOUR RIGHT!!
Yuri duty >>>>> focus on the men
M/M fans get more than enough of their guys anyway they're fine smh. I SUPPORT YOU *salutes*
BDJSKSKJD THIS IS SO FUNNY AHAHA
🫡 thank you comrade I will carry on as usual chsjsjjdjfv
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lukas-wrld · 3 days ago
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This was another reminder to actually put myself together and get my story written, so thank you @mjparkerwriting for tagging me!
I shall be using my yet to be properly introduced, or planned, or actually started story idea, How to be the Perfect Daughter (working title)! The idea is that in the process of answering these questions, I'll figure out more of the story, so without much further ado-
What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?
I'm still not sure how to put it into precise words, but I'm playing around with the idea of "the ability to define yourself/choose your future/live your life gets increasingly difficult if the context you're in doesn't really let you do that" or something like that. Currently, anyway. Definitely liable to change at some point, lol
I didn't necessarily choose it, but rather, it's kind of the culmination of a couple of years of mulling over this story idea and changing as a person and the idea becoming more than just a way for me to vent out my frustrations and anger
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?
The real world. My own life experiences, as sparse as they are, lol. Childhood rage from lockdown
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?
Daughter wants to be seen as more than just that, more than just a second mother or a soon to be wife despite her entire culture kind of telling her otherwise.
With her, I'm trying to achieve some kind of catharsis. Maybe show people that the proverbial glass ceiling is sometimes there, and sometimes sucks, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't make the most of what is beneath that ceiling
How many chapters is your story going to have?
I'm not sure. If you couldn't already tell, I'm barely even on the planning stage XD
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
Original content! I hope to publish it some day, though I think I wouldn't mind if I just posted it somewhere on the internet and called it a day
When did you start writing?
The earliest time I can remember that wasn't school assignments was probably around 2018/2019. I had recently discovered fanfiction and had stumbled across the wonderful realisation that I could write my own!
Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?
As much as I'm pretty much just reiterating what's already been said;
your writing is a lot better than you think it is, so keep on at it!
write out your ideas and your hopes and all the vibes you want to incorporate into your story
write away your fears and insecurities and the stagnation that wants to settle
write whatever your head won't let you forget and the aches that linger in your heart
but just make sure that you write
I remember a really cool analogy that I saw somewhere here that went something like;
your words and works and WIPs that you write down are like seeds you plant in a garden;
sometimes they won't always come out looking the best;
they may not be vibrant or fruitful or even very pretty
but because you planted them, and when the time comes for them to die,
they'll make for excellent fertiliser for the next batch of seeds
and you best believe after all your hard work with the first batch
the next one will turn out much, much better
and the one after that, and forever
so make sure you plant your seeds!
Gently tagging: @the-ellia-west @the-stray-storyteller @aalinaaaaaa @hero-coded
@blackwood4stucky @bebewrites @hayatheauthor @agirlandherquill
@ashwithapen @friendlyshaped @dendotdrabbles @cupandquillcafe
and of course, any other writer who's interested!
author ask tag
Thank you @the-inkwell-variable for tagging me. I had to think hard on these answers.
I'll use my current WIP for this. It was once called TLBH. Now, its WotG. We will see if it changes again.
What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?
I think the main lesson would be that there's always something bigger than you, and sometimes you have to decide whether or not that something is great enough for you to change as a person. My characters go through and will continue to go through a lot. They are constantly tested and while some of them rise above it all--no question about it, others struggle with every step. Some are never able to stand up at all.
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?
I used the real world as inspiration. I really like history and religion, so I studied tons of cultures and languages and historical events. I have a lot of mythology, history, and religion/philosophy books and links saved because I'm just so fascinated with how everyone sees and understands things differently.
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?
It is multiple POV, but without giving away too much, I’d say that every character is searching for purpose and acceptance in one way or another. I think I, as the writer, want to show how motivations change as we change as people, and that's okay. I want to tell a story that inspires people to love, change, fight, and live.
How many chapters is your story going to have?
I'm currently looking at a series with five books total. This first story will have 35-36 chapters.
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
All OG. I want to publish traditionally, but we'll see what happens.
When did you start writing?
Since I could string together semi complex thoughts and also hold a pencil lol. I've always liked writing. I started writing fanfics some time in high school, maybe around age 15. If you want to get technical, though, my first fanfiction was in elementary school and it was about young Jack Sparrow before he became THEE Jack Sparrow.
Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?
WRITE! Who cares if you think it's ass?
Write the story you always wanted to read but could never find.
Talk to other writers. Make friends. It can be very lonely, but having people that understand what you're doing and are also going through the same process is helpful.
I'm still working on the last one.
I follow a ton of writers on here, so I think I'll tag a bunch of people just for the hell of it.
@frantheram @mrbexwrites @stargazingdustbunny @marsh0mallows99th @cwritesfiction @writingamongther0ses @paintedbutton @inkednotebook @lukas-wrld @writinglittlebeasts @vicwriting @kae-luna @the-orangeauthor @kckramer @ghost-type-writer @phynewrites @wildswrites @jamieanovels @tabswrites
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muchmossymess · 5 months ago
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you guys have no idea how much i think about the malice champions (the game calls them "hollows" and thats quite frankly terrifying)
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sskk-manifesto · 7 months ago
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Ep 4 :)
#I LIKE Dostoyevsky. I like how mysterious and unreadable he is. What is his goal!!!! Why does he do what he does!!!!!!! He's very cool#I think knowing his ability now REALLY adds to his character. Him being so smart so manipulative so disruptive in the way he–#seemingly kills people on touch! Only added to this impression of him being “demon” and “inhuman”#But now that we know his ability you realize... That's all his doing; no ability.#His ability in a way does help humanize him by reaffirming that except for the moment he dies– he's got no superpower at all!!!#It's just him.#And yet at the same time also solves the exact opposite role of dehumanizing him because if it's not his ability that makes him like *that*#then he's even different than other ability users!!! Then‚ if not an ability user‚ if not a non ability user: what is //he//?#It's all SO compelling!!! Also makes for an extremely insightful narrative parallel with Dazai#Not an ability user not a non ability user. Not good not evil. (I feel like Dostoyevsky does exceed the definitions of good and evil as–#much as Dazai does. If he causes evil‚ yet does so with the intention of bringing salvation to humans– is he really *simply* evil?)#Both have these borderline superpowers that make them extraordinary beings (we can call it super intelligence‚ but it goes from controlling#their own heartbit to everything else) but are unrelated to their respective abilities! Once again making them neither this or that#I find Karma's words at the end to be extremely insightful.“Ace was evil for sure‚ but this man isn't even evil.#He's a being from the beyond. A being that exceeds human limits.” Like!!! That's all that there is to it!!!!!!#Back to this chapter / episode. There's some themes / worldvies once again I don't agree with but narrative wise I think it's extraordinary#I feel like after the Guild arc the writing really matured a lot and this is a kind of preview of what the doa arc is going to be like#(aka very very well written especially if compared to the previous arcs)#The plot twists of this episode are all so unpredictable and exciting!!! I think it's remarkably witty how it takes advantages of previous–#clichés - villains always revealing details about their own ability in a way that is quite baffling - to actually surprise the audience.#It's so effective. How skillfully unpredictable Dostoyevsky is to the point you can never guess what he will do next!!!#Him killing Karma is... Idk so so soooooooo interesting. I could talk about this forever but I'm being very dispersive in the rable and–#running out of tags. The whole episode you're sorta rooting for Dostoyevsky. He's very cool and comes out charming in the way he keeps–#surprising the audience. He looks bothered by Ace's disregard of other people's lives and that makes him sympathetic too.#But then he kills Karma out of nowhere and it's an “Ah! You fell for his lies too– remember he's nothing but evil. He cares just as little#about life as Ace does”. And then??? Karma in his last words is himself so generous in his words to Dostoyevsky. It's baffling.#And it almost feels like thenarrative is once again turning around and telling you you should root for Dostoyevsky.#It's endlessly fascinating.#I have more to say about the worldviews I don't share and the art style Dostoyevsky was portrayed with this episode (love it!!)#But alas ran out of tags
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