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boygirlmeetsworld · 3 years ago

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Nightmares.

ONE-SHOT(Maybe)

Word Count: 1414

Disclaimer: One Piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warnings: None.

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: I was thinking about how luffy absolutely for sure has ptsd from his insane childhood & how he probably deals with nightmares from time to time bc of it. i like to hc that he goes to cuddle with various crew mates when he’s having a really hard night; and that he started doing it bc of the very first night he and zoro spent in the boat together so I wrote about it, lol.

this is mostly from zoro’s pov & honestly now that I’m writing this post I might make this a series alternating between luffy’s pov and the rest of the straw hats when he comes to them for comfort bc I love writing cuddle fics. we’ll seeeeee.

Summary: Zoro’s not used to comforting people, but for his captain? He could learn to be.

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Lost somewhere in a foggy dream land, Zoro woke when he was startled by what sounded like soft cries drifting into his left ear. ‘What the hell?’

Cracking one groggy eye open, the swordsman turned his head in Luffy’s direction to find him thrashing side to side with his arms thrown over his face like he was defending himself.

Were they under attack? He sat up to get a better look but he didn’t see anyone else in their boat. ‘So Luffy… Was still asleep? Should he try to wake him up?’

“Oi, Luffy! Wake up, you’re just dreaming.”

He must not have spoken loud enough because Luffy didn’t react. Instead, he started twisting even more violently to the point that the boat rocked with him. It sounded like he was mumbling the phrase, “I won’t tell you,” over and over again but Zoro hadn’t the faintest clue why.

“Luffy! Wake UP!” Zoro tried again, this time louder, and when that didn’t work he swore. ‘The hell else was he supposed to do?!’ He had to put a stop to this before Luffy capsized the both of them.

Without many other ideas, or options really, he decided to plant one of his knees on either side of Luffy’s thighs, trapping them. Then he reached down and grabbed one of the rubber boy’s wrists in each of his hands, pinning them to his chest and pressing his whole torso against the bottom of the boat.

“Snap out of it Luffy, you’re havin’ a nightmare!” To his great relief, Luffy’s eyes finally fluttered open but his pupils were like pinpricks, his breathing erratic, head whipping around like he wasn’t sure where he was.

When his eyes landed back on his first mate, Zoro noticed how his pupils dilated back to their normal size. “Zoro..?” He managed to slow his breathing as he looked up at him, slightly confused but considerably less scared. It was almost like recognizing Zoro’s face had been what calmed him down.

The pirate hunter heaved a quiet sigh, releasing Luffy’s wrists and sitting back on his heels a little, regarding the boy lying beneath him with something in his expression akin to sympathy. “Does that happen a lot?”

Luffy was quiet for a while, gaze sweeping off to the side like he was remembering something he didn’t want to. Stuck to his eyes were a layer of tears that made them sparkle like the stars above their heads. His voice was quiet when he finally did answer. “Sorta.”

That was troubling for more than one reason. Zoro furrowed his brows, concerned, arms moving to cross over his chest before he realized that he was still straddling the captain’s thighs. ‘Shit, fuck, whoops.’

Blood threatened to burn his cheeks as he quickly moved off to kneel next to him instead. This time he knotted his arms together because he was self-conscious.

Luffy didn’t seem to think anything of it as he sat up and hugged his shins to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He looked so… Tired, and small.

A stark contrast from the fearless captain that had leapt in front of a flurry of bullets to save him from execution without thinking once. It hurt his heart to see Luffy like this. ‘But what could he possibly do to help?’

“Is there… Anything that’ll make them stop?”

“Well…” Luffy knit his brows together as he thought for a moment, looking in Zoro’s direction. “It never happens when I sleep with someone.”

Zoro stared back at him with slightly narrowed eyes for several seconds.

‘He couldn’t possibly be talking about sex, right? There was no way. Did -- Luffy even know what sex was? Never mind - he must have meant literally sleeping next to somebody else.’

“What, so like… Cuddling?”

“I guess, yeah.”

He was blinking so innocently over at Zoro that the swordsman felt his heart wrench like he’d been stabbed. “…Why cuddling?”

“Dunno. Just makes me feel more safe.”

There was no reason that he couldn’t do that for his captain. None that weren’t rooted in machismo ideals about when/how it was appropriate to comfort or be affectionate with other men, at least.

“I…” He began and then hesitated, glancing anywhere but directly at Luffy. ‘Why was his pulse spiking like this? What the hell was he so nervous about? Knock it off, idiot.’

Zoro bit the inside of his cheek to punish himself for being so out of control of his own body. Hard as he tried he just couldn’t keep his face from turning red as he spoke. “I’ll sleep with you, Luffy. If it’ll make you feel better.”

If he noticed him blushing his captain didn’t comment, but he did lift his head into a slight tilt. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, you know.”

“Of course I know that, dumbass,” Zoro dragged a hand through his hair, his face burning even hotter than he thought it could. He started to chastise himself for being so stupid and embarrassing but then Luffy smiled at him.

Not the wide grin he tended to give out during the day, though. This one was smaller, less in his mouth and more in his eyes. Zoro calmed almost instantly, the tension leaving his shoulders and untying his knotted stomach. ‘Why did Luffy’s smile make him feel so light and sunny every single time?’

“Okay,” he seemed relieved, like the offer had been exactly what he needed, “Thanks Zoro.”

Zoro heaved a heavy sigh when he was sure that most of the blood had drained from his cheeks, looking back at his captain with feigned irritation. “Shut your mouth.”

Luffy giggled, beaming with both eyes scrunched up as Zoro stretched out beside him, placing both hands behind his head. Then he moved to join his first mate, draping an arm across his torso and tangling one of his legs with his. His head settled onto Zoro’s chest, cheek pressed right over the space where his heart pounded quicker than its owner would like to admit.

“Night Zoro.” Luffy mumbled fondly, eyelids slipping closed as he nuzzled his forehead against one of Zoro’s collarbones.

‘Damnit. He was too goddamn cute for his own good.’ Zoro bit the inside of his cheek again, gazing silently up at the dark clouds shifting above his head and wondering why on earth he’d just referred to Luffy as cute. That wasn’t a word men were supposed to use to describe each other...

But for fuck’s sake, he was cute. He was fucking adorable. He was like a little kid that needed Zoro to protect him -- and he could do that. He would do that. He would do anything if it meant keeping Luffy safe.

“Yeah,” Zoro murmured after a while, folding one of his arms securely around Luffy’s waist and pulling him in till the top of his head was nestled under his chin, “Night, captain.”

Luffy hummed back softly. A few minutes later he was snoring peacefully while the swordsman’s eyes remained trained on the rapidly thinning clouds.

Somehow in the span of just a day this.. kid had become the most important person in his life and Zoro refused to let death take him like it had taken Kuina. He hadn’t been there to catch her when she fell -- but he would be there for his captain. He vowed to himself and the stars winking down at him that he would always protect Luffy.

If he fell Zoro would catch him. If he was thrown into the sea, Zoro would dive after him without even thinking once. If he was captured Zoro would break him free or he would die trying.

He felt Luffy shifting against his side and at first Zoro thought he might be having another nightmare -- but then he just snuggled closer and buried his face in his neck. ‘So fucking precious.’ A small smile pulled at his mouth that he didn’t fight off.

Holding Luffy felt nice. No, it felt really nice. It gave him a sense of purpose and made him feel needed, wanted. The only other time he felt something remotely similar to this was when he got his hands on expensive sake -- but this feeling was so much better. Maybe... It was okay to relish in it for a while.

If only under the cover of night where it was just him, his captain, and the nearly endless sea.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #hurt/comfort #zolu #platonic love #zoro #luffy

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oopskashish · 4 years ago

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The Cursed Boy

A/N: this is probably my favourite fic so far. I absolutely adored writing this and it was a brilliant idea, my love. Thank you for requesting it, I hope you enjoy.

Also this was requested by @findzelda who is so sweet and lovely. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you💖

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

Summary: Sirius is cursed that anyone who would love him will get hurt or die. Would he able to break it or would he have to live with it forever?

Warnings: angsty, fluffy (very much so), bad parents, hopeless and sad Sirius.

“YOU INSOLENT FILTHY BRAT! BEING AROUND MUGGLES AND MUGGLEBORNS WILL DO YOU NO GOOD! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU TO TELL YOU TO STAY PURE! THIS IS THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK FAMILY AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR OF YOURS!” Walburga screamed at her eldest son who was glaring back at her.

“YOU KEEP ON BESMIRCHING OUR NAME AND WITH THIS BEHAVIOUR OF YOURS YOU WILL END UP IN STREETS!”

“That’s a better place to be there than here!” Sirius yelled back at her.

Walburga took in a deep breath in and simply flicked her wand at him, casting a non-verbal hex on him.

“Anyone who will now love you in any manner will die or get hurt. This will show you your place.” Walburga turned around and left.

Sirius was left flabbergasted as he stared at the staircase in horror. It was no bluff, he knew it better than anyone. His mother was cruel as the grass was green during the spring.

Sirius ran a hand through his hair and sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom. He packed his bags, ignoring his quaking hands. He wiped his teary eyes and packed everything he needed.

He dragged the suitcase down the stairs, not caring about the noise it made. He was suprised that neither of his parents came out, but at least that was good.

Sirius entered the hall, where his brother was there.

Regulus looked up from his book and his eyes widened when he saw Sirius opening the drawer and searching for floo powder. His suitcase was all packed up, and he was carrying another bag which was filled to brim on his shoulder.

“You’re leaving?” Regulus’ voice trembled.

“There is nothing left for me here. Be intelligent and run away while you can.” Sirius grumbled, and he finally found the powder. He took a handful and took all of his luggage to the fireplace. He stepped in there and yelled.

“POTTER HOUSEHOLD, GODRIC’S HOLLOW!”

He closed his eyes when he felt the familiar feeling of being twisted into the flames, opening them only when he heard the tape Mrs. Potter loved to play.

No one was there in the hall.

He was already crying when he got his stuff out of the fireplace. He heard Mrs. Potter come in. She wordlessly embraced him and let him cry on her shoulder.

Sirius sobbed till his throat felt raw and his eyes were stinging with pain. He had held Mrs. Potter tightly, as if she would vanish into the thin air. She consoled the cursed boy gently.

When Sirius parted away, he saw James standing beside his mother. The two brothers embraced each other.

“What’s wrong, padfoot?” James whispered.

“I am never going back again. Never.” Sirius says, parting away and he rubbed his eyes harshly.

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish, Sirius. It’s always a pleasure to have you.” Euphemia says kindly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

Euphemia led the two boys into the kitchen and made Sirius some tea. James said nothing to his friend but kept a watchful eye on him, knowing his friend isn’t ready to speak right now.

Sirius thanked her when she served him tea. He sipped it and felt the soothing warmth spread in his body.

Sirius kept the cup in the saucer and took a deep breath in.

“My mother cursed me.” Sirius whispered.

James eyes widened just like that of his mother. “What was the incantation, child?”

Sirius shook his head at her. “I dunno, it was non-verbal. But she said that anyone who will love me will die or get hurt.”

Euphemia muttered some profanities under her breath that could have made even pirates blush, let alone two 16 year boys.

“We will find a cure, don’t worry.” Euphemia tells him, giving him a gentle smile.

-/-

Sirius sat on the couch, stunned. He was aware of the watchful eyes of the Potters and the curse breaker who were staring at him speechlessly.

He let out a shaky breath as looked down at his lap.

“Excuse me.” He muttered and got up. Just as he was out of the room, he sprinted upstairs to the bedroom James’ parents had given them.

It was a nice room, a stark contrast to what he had in his parents’ house. The walls were coated in the cream colour and minimal neutral decorations were there in the room. The room felt so home like just like the rest of the house, unlike the house he grew up in.

James entered the room to find Sirius sitting on the ground, crying silently. James knelt down and hugged him fiercely.

Sirius held onto James tightly as if he was the last string of sanity he was so desperately clinging onto., He laboured to breath let alone get a sentence out. He couldn’t believe it.

James held his friend’s shaking body, consoling the best he can. His heart broke to see his brother, his best friend, like this. In all the years they had been friends, Sirius hardly ever cried.

The last time James had actually seen Sirius cry before the summer holidays was when a cat got hurt.

“We will figure something out, don’t worry.” James whispered.

Sirius parted away, wiping his tears. “How?” He whispered. “We have gone through so many books, contacted so many people and it’s all hopeless. I can’t see you with a new injury every single week! Your mum burnt her hand and your dad got hurt by a potion that exploded.”

James sighed. “We don’t care, we will do something and we reverse this curse. Believe me.” James pulled Sirius into another hug, knowing his friend desperately needed it.

-/-

Sirius entered the Great Hall along side with his friends, staying aloof from the group. He looked around and found a certain ravenclaw had her hand bleeding.

A few teachers were around and she was being escorted to the hospital by Professor McGonagall herself.

Sirius sighed when he watched Y/N’s tears before she got out of the hall.

Y/N Y/L/N was a Ravenclaw who could be easily mistaken for a Hufflepuff. She was nice to everyone in the year, even people like Evan Rosier or Lucius Malfoy couldn’t bring themselves to hate her.

Kindness was oozing out of her, and she was the crush of Sirius. It was not hard to fall in love with a person who was as lovely as her.

Born and raised into a wealthy family, she was down to earth and never spurlged her money on unnecessary things like Sirius’ cousins. Instead she would buy books, so many that all the marauders had to help her once to carry them.

“It was just so tempting to buy them!” She would justify. James would laugh at her as Sirius found it adorable. She had even given Remus the liberty to borrow any of her books anytime he wanted, which was rather rare.

He remembered how his friends had told him that she was in love with him. At first it was hard to believe that.

Why would an angel like her would fall for me? Sirius would wonder.

And if this was due to the curse, Sirius was going to kill himself if that’s what it takes to end it. He just can’t watch people he love get hurt.

Remus’ full moon have been going so much worse and Peter once got hurt by Moony on the full moon night. James had already fallen off his broomstick and had fainted.

It was cruel to watch people he love suffer.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to Remus.

“We will make it through this.”

Sirius nodded, pretending to be hopeful.

-/-

Y/N entered the classroom and looked around, searching for an empty seat. Her eyes lit up when she found the seat beside Sirius empty. She quickly walked in that direction.

“Hi Sirius.” She chirps.

Sirius looked up, suprised but then he concealed his expression with annoyance. “What?”

Her smile slips away as she blinked at him in utter flabbergast. Never have Sirius been rude to her even when he is angry. She looks down, not being able to look in his cold grey eyes anymore.

“I was just wondering if I can sit beside you, but obviously you don’t want me here. I’ll just go. Have a good day.” She walks away.

Her heart breaks when she didn’t hear him call out to her as she expected.

-/-

“Maybe he was just in a bad mood? Maybe he had a fight with James, he is always seeming to be avoiding him too.” Ellie, her best friend, comforts her.

“Probably.” She mutters. She looked up at the Black Lake, the rare sunshine was making the waters glimmer like diamonds. The spot where she sat with her friends was also very isolated from others, making the tranquility in the air hug her.

“There is Sirius.” Ellie whispers. Y/N follows her gaze and found Sirius just a little away from them, looking at the lake alone.

“I am going to talk to him.” She says, getting up.

“Best of luck.” Ellie smiles at her.

Y/N walks to him, making sure her footsteps are as quiet as they can be against the grass. She bit her lip anxiously, finding the right words before standing beside him.

“Sirius.” She whispers.

He snaps his gaze at her.

“I have noticed you have been rather alone. I thought you might want some company.” She says, smiling up at him hopefully.

Sirius scowled at her and turns away abruptly and struts away.

She watched him walk away to the castle, her heart slowly breaking into a thousand pieces just like his.

-/-

“James!” Y/N yelled in the corridors, running upto him.

James turned to her, smiling at her. “Hello, y/n, how are you?”

“I have been good, thank you for asking. How is your head? That fall from the broomstick seemed painful.” She says, eyeing the bandage on his head.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He shrugs. “Come along, I am going to have a walk by the Quidditch Pitch.”

Y/N nods and follows him, hugging her novel to her chest as they got out of the castle. They walk in silence till they reach a secluded area.

“So how do I have the pleasure to be blessed by your presence?” James asked in his usual dramatic tone.

Y/N chuckled a bit in amusement. “Well, I wanted to ask you something. It might invade your privacy a bit though, so I apologise in advance.”

James nodded, letting her continue.

She looked at the grass as she talked. “I have noticed that Sirius is being pretty aloof and, um, mean. Has something happened? I am very concerned about him.”

James sighs, coming to a stop and facing her.

“You deserve an explanation, you really do, but this isn’t my secret, love.” James says, running a hand through his ever messy hair.

She looked up at him, tilting her head a bit. “I am just very concerned, but okay, I understand.”

James sighs heavily again. “I will tell you but you can’t tell a single soul, please.”

“I promise I won’t.” She says earnestly.

“So you see,” James began, “Sirius was, um, cursed by someone that anyone who loves him will get hurt.”

She gasps.

“Or die.” He added.

“That’s so cruel.” She whispers, not even being able to fathom how lonely and terrible he must be feeling.

She was pulled into a hug by James, and she didn’t even notice the tears that were running down her cheeks.

“He has been staying away from everyone. And it’s pretty obvious that you’re in love with him.” James finishes, rubbing her back gently.

Y/N squeezed her eyes close as she hugged him back, tears still pouring out of her eyes.

How could someone dare to do this to Sirius? she thought.

She suddenly parted away, wiping away the tears by her hands. “I can help!” She says.

James looks at her sadly. “We have tried a lot, and we are not getting anywhere.”

“No James, you don’t understand. My godfather is the head of Department of Cursebreaking. If I call him here on the Hogsmeade weekend, he can come and help us out.” She says, her voice full of hope.

James lips parted in suprise. “Are you sure it won’t be any trouble?”

“Of course not! He has a liking for me and he always tells me to write to him if I am in any trouble. He can handle this all, I am sure of that.” She beams at him.

James grins back and hugs her again. “You are wonderful.”

“Let’s go to the owlery and send a letter already!” She says parting away, and dragging him to the tower.

James’ grin couldn’t leave his face. Finally his friend would be alright.

-/-

“Do you see him?” Remus asks y/n as they, along with other Marauders minus Sirius, were looking for her godfather.

“He should be near Three Broomsticks.” She says, biting her lip as she looked around.

She smiled when she saw a man with jet black hair and bronze skin leaning against the wall, his hands buried in the expensive coat he was wearing. He also had a brown bag along with him.

“He is there!” She exclaims, rushing to him.

Her godfather smiled when he saw her and pushed himself off the brick wall and embraced her, kissing her hair.

“Hello uncle.” She smiles.

“Hi Y/N/N, how are you?”

“Just fine. How are you?”

“Brilliant.” Christian glanced at the boys. “You all must be Y/N’s friends.”

“Yes, sir. I am James, he is Remus, and that is Peter.” James says earnestly.

“Nice to meet you all,” Christian nods. “Also, please call me Christian. Let’s get inside the shop, it’s freezing outside.”

They all rushed into the shop and sat at a table, ordering four butterbeer and a firewhiskey.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N,” Christian says, handing her the bag, “for you.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, opening peaking into the bag and she gasps. “All the works of Shakespeare! Uncle, you didn’t have to-”

“None of that, I know you love muggle literature and he is like the Merlin there or something,” He shrugs.

The boys exchanged a look at that.

Shakespeare wasn’t a Merlin of muggles, but they didn’t care to correct him.

The drinks were served and the talk began.

“So, Y/N, why did you call me here?” Christian asks, sipping his whiskey.

“Uncle, one of my friends has got cursed. Could you please help him out?” She asks him.

“Of course I will. What curse was it?”

“Christian,” James began. “He was cursed by someone that anyone who will love him will get hurt or die.”

Christian’s eyes widened at that.

“And who used that curse?” His voice was now grave.

“We are in no position to tell you that, sir. I mean no disrespect but we can’t disclose that without our friend’s consent.” Remus says.

Christian nods.

“Understandable. The use of that curse can results into one way trip to Azkaban without trial. It is hard to break, not impossible but hard.” He nods.

“Oh.” Y/N mumbles.

“Can I meet this friend of yours?” He asks James.

“Of course, he is in the forest right now. I can call him here.” James offered.

“No, that would waste a lot of time. If we two go there, it’ll be faster.”

“I am coming too!” Y/N exclaims.

“And me.” Remus adds.

“Me too.” Peter says.

“Very well, then.” Christian sighs, knowing that ressurecting the dead is easier than convincing anything to teenagers.

The five of them then made their way to the forest, while Christian asked the boys generic questions.

What do you wanna do later in your life? Ah, auror? Excellent. What about you, Remus? A professor, lovely. Mind it that students only get worse with time when it comes to mischief.

Y/N paid half a mind to the chatter and was more focused on finding Sirius. She caught a glimpse of the raven haired boy who was dressed in an expensive coat, no shocker there, kicking a few pebbles around.

“There he is!” Y/N exclaims, and rushed to Sirius without waiting for the rest of the group.

“Sirius!” She calls out for him.

The said boy turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he sees his friends and a strange man.

“What?” He asks, in a gentler tone than the one from their previous encounters.

“So, mate,” James began sheepishly, “I, um, told Y/N about the situation-”

“YOU WHAT?”

“She deserved an explanation, you know it bloody well. And she found a way to help you out.” James says, a bit scared due to the outburst of his friend.

“We have already talked to some curse breakers and they said it’s impossible.” Sirius snaps.

“Who said that?” Christian raises an eyebrow.

“Mr. Henry Jones, sir.” Sirius answered.

“Jones isn’t that advanced curse breaker. He is good for the common curses, but the one that you’re suffering with, he wouldn’t be efficient in dealing with that. However, I can help you break this curse.” Christian answers.

“You can?” Sirius blinked in astonishment.

“Of course, I can. I am the head of the Cursebreaking department. However, we would have to do it tomorrow. I would need another wand to help me with it.”

“I can help!” Y/N exclaims, blushing when everyone turned to her in surprise.

“I won’t doubt your skills, love, but I need someone professional with me.” Christian smiles kindly at her.

“Oh, okay.” She murmurs.

“Sirius, can I please have a word with you in private?” Christian asks.

“Of course, sir.”

The two walked away from the group, Christian keeping a sharp eye on their surroundings. They reached to a secluded area.

Christian takes his wand out and flicks it while Sirius looked at him curiously.

“I don’t want anyone eavesdropping.” Christian answers the unasked question.

“I want to know who did this to you.” Christian says, sitting beside him on the rock.

“I can’t tell you that.” Sirius says, looking at the ground.

“Sirius, this curse is against the law and is a part of the dark magic. I can’t let go of this problem without arresting the one who caused it. You will be safe, I will assure you that. I can provide you security too, if you want.” Christian offers.

“I am sorry, sir, I just can’t.” Sirius shakes his head.

Christian sighs. “Was it a member of your family?”

Sirius nods solemnly.

“I can already make guesses, child, since I know a few people of your family well enough. But I respect your silence. If you change your mind, don’t forget to contact me.”

“Thank you, sir.” Sirius says sincerely.

“Of course, Sirius. I just want to tell you one more thing.” Sirius nods. “All of us need love to exist, and you’re no exception to it. You deserve love just as much as anyone else on this planet. Don’t forget that.” Christian got up and offered Sirius a kind smile.

“I won’t forget it, sir, thank you.”

Christian didn’t miss the tear that slipped away from his eyes but decided to say nothing.

-/-

“Moony, take everyone else away.” Sirius whispered in his friend’s ear as they all walked in the hallways of Hogwarts after their trip.

“Best of luck.” Remus gave him a smile before dragging away James and Peter to Gryffindor common room.

Sirius offered a hand to Y/N who happily accepted it and was led away by the gryffindor boy to a secluded hallway.

“Y/N.” Sirius whispers, not being able to look in her eyes. “I am so terribly sorry for being so mean to you these past weeks. I just wanted you to fall out of love with me. I couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt. I am so sorry.”

Y/N cupped his face and made him look at her. “You don’t have to apologise for anything, Sirius. I understand and I would have done the same if I was in your position.”

Sirius looked at her as a storm of whirling emotions was taking over his body. He was grateful, upset, happy, excited, aching, and feeling a thousand emotions all at once, and it was suffocating almost.

“I can’t thank you enough for what you did.” He whispers, stepping closer to her.

She smiled at him. “You don’t have to thank me either, I couldn’t bare the sight of you in grief.”

“I am convinced, my love,” he looks into those tantalizing eyes that he dream of most of his nights, “that you’re an angel.”

Bashful peonies bloomed in her cheeks as heat was taking over her body. She couldn’t help but hug him tightly, her hands around his neck as his went around her waist.

“You deserve love, Sirius.” She whispers in his ear. “I want you to know that you deserve so much love that you’re exploding with it, so much that you’re drowning in it willingly. You deserve the love that makes universes collide with one another. You deserve that is powerful enough to ignite the sun. You deserve it all, Sirius. All of it.”

Sirius couldn’t comprehend how could someone have so much love, and that too for him. He wanted to take those words away from her and morph them into a jewel and make it a locket that he would wear even after death, which would rest near his heart to remind him of this moment until the time ends.

Sirius blinked his tears away, as he pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. “I have no idea what I deserve in this world, but I do know that if I want love, I want it from you and no one else.” He whispers, cupping her face as if she was the most magnificent creation of the gods, which to she indeed was.

According to him, gods must have spared several infinities to ponder and create her. Each part of her was weaved in the threads of gold and unparalleled jewels that Sirius could not name. He was certain that Aphrodite herself must have blessed her to be the most enchanting human being.

“May I kiss you?” He whispers, looking at her lips which he so desperately wanted to kiss.

“Yes, please.” She whispered back.

The two of them lean in and their lips brush against one another, and they felt the real magic that no wand can produce. Only together could it be produced.

They could barely think of anything but the divine feeling that was filling their lungs instead of oxygen. The sweetness of it invaded their veins and it danced along with their blood.

It was that moment they found it, they can’t find this kind of love anywhere but in each other. It was the kind of love that created life. It didn’t need words to describe itself, for the words could barely capture a sliver of what it is.

Y/N parted away, heaving as she leaned against his shoulder, her eyes shutting close to feel the love he had for echo in her soul. Sirius’ lips however trailed their way to her neck and started softly kissing her there.

“Will you be mine, love?” He asks her in a whisper.

She gave him a smile that made him question the definition of ethereal he was told by his elders.

“I have always been yours, darling.”

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Y/N was waiting anxiously along with the three Marauders. Sirius was with Christian and another curse breaker named Matthew. All of it had been discussed with Dumbledore by Christian and they were granted permission to take Sirius to the ministry where the things would be executed more efficiently.

“He will be alright.”

“James whom are you convincing, yourself or us?” Remus snorts but James pay no mind to him.

Y/N was pacing in their dormitory, James was tugging at his hair, Remus was relatively calmer than others but he was still fidgeting, and Peter was stress eating a batch of cookies his grandmother sent him.

Y/N stopped when she saw the door in front of her open up and a beaming Sirius came in. She immediately rushed to him and flung herself at him.

Sirius caught his girl and hugged her tightly, kissing her hair. “It worked.” He whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“HELL YEAH!” James whooped.

Y/N pulled Sirius into a kiss, ignoring everyone else. It was a slow kiss that slowed down the time along with it. They were both blissfully wrapped up in feeling stars explode in their bodies to look at others.

Sirius soon pulled away and kissed her forehead before going and hugging his friends. James had tackled him on the floor due to sheer happiness that was practically lighting up the room.

His brother was alright and that’s what mattered to him right now, and nothing else did.

After Sirius was done hugging everyone, he fell on the bed.

“I am bloody exhausted and I am going to sleep.” He announces before looking at Y/N. “Please cuddle me.”

“Whipped.” Peter mumbles as Y/N laid on bed beside Sirius who pulled her to himself and was clinging to her like a Niffler clings to his gold.

“We are leaving, too much PDA for my liking.” James announces and takes his two friends with him to the common room.

Sirius didn’t respond to them and only nuzzled his head in her neck, kissing the skin there before sighing.

“Thank you, my love.” He whispers.

She shuddered seraphically at the feeling of his lips against her neck. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“I do, you bloody well know I do.” He whispered, holding her closer as his eyes were beginning to shut. “But we will talk about it later. All I want is to sleep in the arms of the most ethereal girl in the world.”

Y/N kissed his hair and smiled. “I love you, Sirius.”

He smiles. “I never get tired of hearing those words or my name from your mouth.”

“I adore you, Sirius and I will say it till my last breath.”

He hums and pulls away a little, kissing her nose.

“Will you sing me a song?” He asks.

She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t sing.”

Sirius pouted and tilted his head a little. “You won’t sing for me?”

She hums, pretending to think.

“On one condition.” She plays his curls which made him grin.

“Anything.” He replies eagerly.

“You have to kiss me.”

“My pleasure.” And he leaned into another breathtakingly enchanting kiss, confessing their eternal love by the movements of their lips.

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g-on-ef · 5 years ago

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Battle for the Ocean’s Hearts

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A/N: I am so sorry for the late update this was originally supposed to be updated last week, unfortunatly I got sick and was unable to update so I am sorry about that but anywhore here it is my new ASL marine Au fic ^^ also since everyone wanted it I have gone with the first choice where Law is a captain and Zoro and Nami are a part of his crew. I may one day write a version of Law being Doflamingo’s right hand man but for now we will use this version ^^. okay enough of my babbling let’s get on with the show

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Summary: Ace, Sabo, and Luffy become Marines. While Garp is happy his grandsons are Marines he’s not happy to see the first commander of the Whitebeard pirates, the captain of the infamous Heart Pirates, and his son’s second in command trying to get with his grandsons and turn them into pirates.

Chapter 1: Garp’s gamble

He’d be the first to admit that he was not meant to be around children, especially with the way Dragon turned out. Seriously? The most wanted man in the world as well as becoming leader of the Revolutionary army? Garp’s fist of Love may or may not have caused the poor boy some brain damage or maybe he was always meant to be a rebel. His teen years were a nightmare for his wife.

Either way, Dragon should be the prime example as to why he shouldn’t be around children deep down Garp felt that if he touched them he would ruin them for whatever future they would want to have.

And yet, that didn’t matter to Gol D. Roger, right before his execution Roger asked Garp for a favor and that was to take care of his son and pregnant wife. At first Garp thought the man was crazy, seriously him? Taking care of a child, and not just any child but the Pirate King’s child? He should have refused, should have told him no and give him every reason why he shouldn’t be anywhere near a child, Dragon being the prime example.

But he didn’t.

Instead he took the child in and a tiny part of him couldn’t help but wonder that he was his second chance to give this child what Roger and Rouge couldn’t and where he failed with Dragon.

When Dragon came to him and told him about his grandson, Luffy and told him to take care of Luffy Garp should have reminded him how he basically left Dragon to raise himself. Of course, he understood why he couldn’t send him to his other parent, the man was a dangerous pirate. One of the dangerous men to cross the sea so Dragon was trusting his father with the care of his son.

Garp should have smack the boy for getting involve with a pirate a Yonko no less and refuse to take care of his boy, Luffy.

But he didn’t.

Instead he took to Dadan where he left Ace so that she could take care of them and thought they would be okay.

He was wrong.

Sabo another boy they met and decided he would be their brother got hurt and would have died had it not been for Shanks, Luffy’s father who saved the poor boy before he could be blasted to little pieces.

To make things worse both Makino and Dadan told him of Shanks plans to take all three boys with him. Garp decided to do the one thing that he should have done in the beginning. The one thing he should have done with Dragon when the boy became a teenager.

Take the boys back to Marineford to be Marines.

He knew it was a great risk to take since both Luffy and Ace had pirate blood flowing through the veins. Luffy with Shanks and Ace with both Roger and Rouge. Not to mention how all three of them wanted to be free and live their lives with no rules or regrets.

While he didn’t have any connection with Sabo like he did with Luffy and Ace he still felt an attachment towards the boy when he first met him. Something about the boy reminded him of Dragon.

Which is why he had to do whatever he could to save them from being hunted down like animals and being killed.

He already spoke with Sengekou and he promised that as long as Ace and Luffy stayed on the side of the Marines then neither of them would be killed and their parents would be kept a secret.

Garp would have to play his cards right especially with Luffy, since he found out his relations to Shanks, the boy was excited to have him as a father and even more excited to know he would go out to sea with him.

Still, Garp had to take a chance, a chance to save his grandsons before Death took them from him.

Taking a deep breath Garp headed towards the boys’ room and hoped for the best.

He found the boys sitting crisscrossed in the center of their room, each one with a smile on their face as they talked about going out to sea with Shanks and his crew.

“Boys,” Garp interrupted them. The boys screamed at the sound of his voice before they began to scramble to their feet to get away from him.

Garp felt his eye twitched before he grabbed them by the scruff of their necks and dropped them on their bed.

He watched as both Sabo and Luffy tried to hide behind Ace who was trying to look tough but Garp could see a little fear in him.

“Listen up brats, I am taking you all with me to Marinefort,” he said looking at them with a cold expression showing them he meant business.

“What?! Why?!” Ace shouted his fear was now replaced with anger.

“Because, I heard about Shanks and his plans to take you out to sea,”

“My dad! Hey Gramps, did you know he’s my dad?! Luffy asked, his smile was wide and bright it almost made Garp smile, almost.

“Yes, Luffy I knew. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think Shanks knew or that it matter but I was wrong, on both accounts so now I am taking you and your brothers to Marinefort where you will be train to become Marines,”

“Why would we want that?” Sabo asked, he owe Shanks his life for saving him, as well as bringing him back to his brothers so why would he give up the opportunity to explore the world and be free?

Garp took a deep breath, he knew what he was doing, that he was about to manipulate these boys but if it meant that they will live to be his age then Garp would gladly lie to them.

“Because brats, I’m trying to protect you three,”

He looked at Ace who’s mask of ferocity turned to terror as he realized what Garp was about to say next.

“Ace, they found out the truth about you, I don’t know how but they know who you are and who’s your father,”

Okay that was a lie, it was Garp who told them, but Ace did not have to know that.

“They said they would come here to arrest you, I however spoke with Sengeku, only he knows and I was able to struck a deal with him if you become a Marine then nothing will happen. You won’t be hunted down and will get a chance to live,”

Ace looked scared the mere thought that someone outside of his family knowing his secret and that they will hunt him down frighten him. The thought that they can come here and hurt him…thoughts of Luffy and Sabo getting hurt because of him invaded his mind.

Images of their bodies covered in blood, their screams calling for help clouded his head. He would do anything for his brothers even if it meant becoming a Marine.

“If…if I become a Marine…Luffy and Sabo will be okay?”

Inside Garp’s heart was breaking especially with seeing the look of fear and defeat on his grandson but he had to remain strong,

“It’s for their own good, I need to protect them in any way that I can,”

“Yes,”

Ace nodded his head, he grabbed his orange hat, the one Luffy and Sabo gave him for his birthday and placed it on his lap.

“Okay…I’ll…I’ll become a marine,”

Sabo and Luffy looked at Ace, their brother was trying to protect them shouldering the weight of the world on his shoulder and doing whatever he can to save his brothers.

Luffy and Sabo looked at one another they couldn’t let Ace do this alone, sure they could become pirates but…then they would run into Ace…and they would have to fight each other…not like their training sessions but an actual physical confrontation and that was something they didn’t want to do.

They knew what they had to do, even if it meant giving up their dreams, they would do it, for Ace they would sacrifice everything for him.

Garp looked at Luffy and Sabo who removed their hats before looking at their laps.

“So, will we,” they said.

Garp couldn’t help but smile a little on the inside, however…he felt a piece of him die.

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A/N: Well love it hate it tell me what you guys think ^^ next update will be Friday August 9th. Till then ^*^

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#asl brothers marines au #asl brothers #ace sabo luffy #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. garp #marcoace #saboala #lawlu #trafalgar d. water law #koala one piece #one piece #my writing #My fic

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mewsomniac · 6 years ago

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Down the Hatch

♡ Fandom: Kingdom Hearts ♡ Genre: Romance ♡ Summary:

The Black Pearl's crew celebrates the demise of Lord Cutler Beckett with food, drink, dancing, song, and pleasurable company. But what happens when a curious Sora gets into the rum? [SoRoku pirate fic]

♡ Words: 15,000~ ♡ Ships: Sora/Roxas ♡ Rating: T ♡ FF.net: Link ♡ AO3: Link

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Down the Hatch

Drink up me hearties, yo-ho.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fanfiction are 18 years of age or older.

I do not condone underage drinking. Thank you.

Death and bloodshed had taken the day, as did salt and gunpowder. Somehow, the future was just as clear as the sky, which glittered with the lights of a million worlds. Drinks and merriment rocked the legendary Black Pearl, a revived Captain Jack Sparrow standing at the wheel. His drunken, smug face was turned happily toward the eternally unreachable horizon as the ship bustled with joy. Will was gone, sworn to eternity by the Flying Dutchman as the reaper of souls lost at sea. Elizabeth had already gone to spend one last day on land with him, leaving her pirate companions behind for love.

“‘Ere, boy,” Barbossa squaked at Sora, double fisting two dusty bottles. “What’d be yer fancy? Per’aps some wine. May’aps some rum, for a true-blooded pirate?” He took a long pull off one of the mouths, then cackled in glee. “Blast it all, take both. Drink up!” He shoved the bottles into the young man’s grasp, then sauntered off into the crowd.

There was no way he could finish both of these on his own, but Sora knew exactly who could help him. He slipped between the folds of dancing pirates, and over to where Roxas was standing. The blond was draped in bluish-black Singaporean robes that did well to clutch his body in all the right places. He was leaning against a mast, watching the chaos around him in quiet wonder when Sora popped up to hand him a bottle.

“What’s this?” Roxas asked, examining the dark mystery fluid inside the amber glass.

“Might be wine, might be rum, I don’t know yet. Let’s find out.”

Roxas turned a dubious eye to him, “I’ve never had alcohol.”

Sora shrugged, “Me either. What’s your point?”

“Why the temptation?”

Laughing, Sora swung his arms out in a grand gesture to the scene around them. “Look around! The crew, the sky, the sea—free booze! We’ve seen so much death and rebirth and life… and we could die at any second. I could lose you in the blink of an eye.” He saw Roxas’ expression of shock and realized what he’d said. Blushing, he did his best to backpedal, “I just… Barbossa gave these to me, alright? And I figure, why not. Let’s live a little.”

“Are you sure? It seems a little reckless. Crazy even.” A mischievous look graced Roxas’ face, and it gripped Sora’s heart in tenderest of ways. “Who knows what could happen?”

He bowed, channeling his inner Captain Jack Sparrow, “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”

Rolling his eyes, the blond replied, “Okay. We are official pirates after all.” He was about to bring the bottle to his lips when Sora stopped him.

“I want to try something,” He locked their arms. “There. Wedding style. Ready?” Roxas gave him a curt nod, and in tandem they go to take a swig from their respective bottles; Sora muttering “Down the hatch.”

Roxas got the wine. Sora got the rum.

They both choked on the bitter burn, coughing between laughs. Then, working carefully, they forced themselves to down as much of the acrid liquid as possible.

The night was a blur. They snuck more drink passed Mr. Gibbs, and shared bottles with one another, wishing it wasn’t secondhand lip-contact. They played games, and gossiped, and laughed, and cried with the crew. When they became separated for a time, Sora lost his coat and hat in strip Fanorona, and was in the midst of unbuttoning his blouse when Riku yanked him away for his own good.

Then, Sora heard the shanty. It was beautiful like a siren’s song, and he couldn't help but follow the refrain like a fish on a hook. He trailed it through the air, pushing through the drunken crowd to find the source.

It was Roxas, his voice clear as a bell amongst the gargling masses of drunken sailors. Roxas danced and sang, easily catching onto the melody of whatever song burbled in the air. No amount of rum and wine could stifle it's perfection. Sora was a ship ready to crash headfirst into the rocks. And so he did.

He zeroed in on his target, and kissed the other man so fiercely that Roxas dropped the bottle he was holding in surprise. The resulting crack of glass hitting deck made no difference to the raucous cadence of the sailors as they crowed away at their pirate song. Soras lips were rough and chapped from the ocean air, yet wet from the drinks and now also from Roxas' own alcohol-drenched lips. Sora led him away to a little shaded portion of the ship beneath a set of stairs by the captains quarters, and kissed Roxas some more.

Stripping himself away from the brunet’s lips, Roxas leaned in close, lips hot and suddenly flush against Sora's ear "I want you."

Sora whispered back, "Down. Below the deck."

In their state of intoxication, they found no need for formality.

Sora led him down, down the steep stairs that should have killed them upon their clumsy descent. Down into the dark, empty recesses of the ship he only knew glimpses of. They went forth until they found a door with a broken padlock, perfect for hidden escapades. The storage room's floor was swollen with moisture, and a variety of mismatched crates draped with taught tarps glowed ghostly in the moon’s illumination. Sora found a lantern and it's light gave the dank surroundings a unique coziness.

Sora's shirt was red like the wine they guzzled, yet stained redder still from the day's bloodshed. Their skin smelled like sea salt, blood, gunpowder, and want. Despite all the drink, they were thirstier than ever before. Sora practically ripped away the delicate silken clasps holding Roxas' robe together, and Roxas dazedly struggled with the Keybearer's "godforsaken belt", as he'd labeled it. Amidst kisses, they were barely able to properly undress. Their alcoholic breath hung in the heavy air, bearing into their senses.

Roxas’ skin was even milkier

in the moonlight.

Sora’s skin was even more tan

in the lamp light.

They were like two glowing deities

adrift at sea,

clinging to one another

like the day reaches for

the night.

The way darkness yearns for

the light.

They inhaled cold damp air and exhaled pleasure.

Roxas was granted plenty of warmth from the lamp glow and the gift of Sora's touch.

Sora left traces of lust between teeth and skin, left trails of love from lips to veins.

They were just at the peak of the high, still so far from going down down down.

The vertigo was setting in, but it wasn't the sickening kind of spin that brings a drunk man to his knees...

No, it was the kind of spin that made one aware of gravity, of the world tilting on its axis as it barrels through the dark of space. The kind that reminds one of their small connectedness to the universe as a whole.

Nails sinking into flesh, fingers tousling hair.

Eyes that were like his but different,

The same way the sea and sky reflect light.

Perhaps a thousand beautiful things left their mouths, but it all turned to mist in the groggy air.

If they’d been listening, they could have heard the shanty drifting down from the deck above...

"Down the hatch,

We'll light the match

And set the seas ablaze…

We'll drink till morn,

And never scorn,

The things we've done these days…

So bottoms up,

We'll fill 'er up,

The songs we always play…

Sunset to rise,

The tides are high,

So down the hatch, today …"

Exeunt.

A/N: The shanty “Down the Hatch” is an original song written by me.

I don’t know why, I laid awake one night thinking about Down the Hatch Classique (can be read in the next chapter) and couldn’t stop imagining ways to rewrite it. I kept writing down little bits and pieces of it on paper at school, or in my phone at work and before bed. Then, the news suddenly broke at E3 that PotC was coming back for KHIII! If you’ve been keeping up with my social media, you’ll know that I had a massive freak-out. What a beautiful and amazing coincidence this is! I decided I’d dive right back in and finish this redux project of mine.

I kept going back and forth between making it a long-form poem and a short story, until I finally settled on a little of both. The first section could still use a little work, but I really love where it is now and I wanted to share it.

I hope you enjoy the new version of one of my favorite pieces of writing from long ago!

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