#op fanficiton

[chromatic-lamina]

algal bloom (lawzo hanahaki fic with a twist) (part 2)

Part 1 here, Part 2, Part 3,

Worst of all,  Zoro continually coughed up leaflets (Robin informed him) that maintained their scent for only a short while (long enough for Nami to wrinkle her nose, and even Luffy), but the greenery and smell didn’t linger. Robin sniffed it out before everyone else though, and then Brook. “Yohohoho, you smell like my crewmates after six days unburied.” Brook couldn’t bear to dispose of them. He should have. Given them a proper sea burial, wrapped in their favourite blanket or flag, cradling their flute, guitar or mandolin. But he'd been sick too, and he went Tibetan and let the seagulls take what they wanted, which was quite a lot.  Brook had passed on, so he didn’t need to partake in the seabird fest, but it wasn’t pleasant, and so he guessed he hadn't been either, and neither was Zoro lately. The young man rarely took a bath, but the stench was as if he’d gone for a swim in a mass grave.

Note: The corpse flower only lasts a day and is massive, so we're gonna have to go with the leaves for Zoro in this one!

Also, I know that Brook made coffins for his crewmates, but that was after his soul found his body and revived him (according to the wiki, a year after).

🐯⚔️🐯

I said I'd do part 2 of a hanahaki with a twist for Law and Zoro if they held the lead in the LawZo vs LawSan poll for more than 2 hours, and it seems that they held it for about 11 hours? Although by the very slimmest of margins, and I'm not sure of the back and forth.

Anyway

The poll link is here and great propaganda is here.

Another instalment if they hold it for four hours? Although I might not have time to post until later. Poll ends in about 16 hours. LawZo is 1% ahead at the moment!

Any reblogs might help the guys! 🙏🏼 But I'm not really sure of voter motivation.

Time at August 10, 11:22 am (UTC +9). They've lost some ground 😉

[simp-ly-writes]

"Always, Sweetheart."

─────── · · A Black Ops 6 FanFic

Pairing: Russell Adler x Fem!Handler!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You were a handler of operators out in the field and Russell Adlers was your best and yet the biggest pain in your side with his constant flirting and desire to get under your skin. Yet as soon as someone else tries to annoy you or heaven forbid- flirt with you, it gets shutdown right away.

─ · · TAGS: men being dicks, female pronouns, no use of (y/n), protective!Russell, jealous!Russell, mutual pining, enemies (strong annoyance) to lovers, confessions, pet names, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,477

─ · · A/N: I was going crazy looking at all the fan art. Don't think I will be coming fully back to COD like I was before, but I had to write something for this character. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Officer Adler!" you yell, bursting through the heavy oak doors and into the office space. Fellow agents, officers, and handlers all look towards you and then back at Adler frozen in time and space.

Adler takes a drag of his cigarette before waving his hand in a silent command for everyone to leave you both. Hands quickly pick up their belongings and feet scatter out before the doors enclose you both.

The man in question makes no further movement simply leaning against the corner of a desk, a smirk setting upon his features as his glasses slip down his face to watch as you near, hands gripping a manila folder.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he says in an even tone, observing the curves of your face that have fallen into a serious frown. "We have already gone over this before, agent. You cannot call me such, such-"

"Such what, honey?" He teases further, cigarette sitting between his lips as he leans closer and into your space. You take a half step back, pinching your brows together before letting out a breath. "The pet names, Adler. They have to stop, we are both professionals."

Adler hums out in contemplation, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the nearest ashtray. He nods his head in direction to the folder in your hand. "No. Before this," you wave the folder around to further prove your point, "we are sorting this thing out. I need to hear you say you won't do it any longer. It causes way to many issues."

"Issues about what? If someone is bothering you, you'll let me know right?" Adlers face drops, hands forming into fists, his stare already demanding names.

"Yes of course! But it makes me appear less assertive in my role, Adler. I have other operators I have to account for since you left and I can't have the newer ones thinking they can disrespect me in any way!" you try and explain, a hand gripping your hair as you stress.

Adler stands, gently taking your elbow before his fingers trail up your arm and towards your hand and head where he eases your grip from your roots. Before he can go to fix your hair you shake his touch off with a huff. "This is what I mean, officer," you say, throwing the document on the now bare desk.

"Well then maybe you should drop your other agents, (last/name)," Russell counters, arms now crossed against his wide chest. A few buttons to his navy shirt undone as you do you best to not look at the skin showing underneath.

"See you would have been my only operator as you have demanded in the past but as soon as you left, you failed to see that I still need to put food on the table so what little choice did I have but to be given new recruits?" you retort, falling into the nearby swivel chair as you stare at the door.

Adler crouches down, blocking your view. His hand twitching to pick up your chin to see your eyes once more. "Hey, look sweeth-(last/name). I can't apologize for my reasons for leaving but I will apologize for leaving you with no other options."

You nod your head before meeting his eyes once more, "So no more petnames?"

"No promises," is all Adler can say before leaning over you to reach for the documents you threw earlier. You lean back into your chair, hands gripping the arms, "You know you could have just asked me to get those for you?"

"Yeah but I got them anyways." You roll your eyes, "Hey- none of that now," Adler shushes you before looking back down at the files. You watch as his large hands grip the corners of the page, careful not to bend them before flipping it to the other side, a series of photos close to falling out as he tips the folder towards you to stop them. "I'm not a child in need of reprimanding, save that for the field workers."

"Never said you were but seeing you leaning back in that chair while doing that plants some images in a man's head," Adler's familiar smirk haunts you once again in the daylight. "Fucking hell," you swear underneath your breath.

"So, why am I being shown these? I already completed this objective..." Adler closes the folder, placing it gently back on the desk.

"Yeah, thats the issue. You see, Adler, we needed more information on those guys. Not for you to shoot them and the information with them!" you yell, swearing that your voice rippled the coffee in a nearby cold cup.

"Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret off the books."

"And what secret would that be out of your many?" You lean forwards, playing with a ring on your finger. Adler stares at the movement before turning his back to you.

"I already knew all that information years ago, just had to make sure nobody else got to it."

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You thought that after that whole fiasco with your officer Adler, thing would have cleared up since then but it seemed that life had thought differently.

You were in a board meeting with your fellow operators, their handlers, and council members. One of your officers, Roger was sitting beside you, a notebook shared between the two of you as you both passed notes back and forth on the meeting that was dragging on into your lunch break.

"Well if they are planning biological warfare we have to meet metal with metal! If we are acting as moderates or even submissive what the hell room does that leave the enemy to operate in! They need to be neutralized long before those chemicals get out of the port, fuck the rest of them!" A board member yells from the top of the table as you lean back gaining a headache from it all.

Roger places a hand on your shoulder, his head tilting down to your ear, "You holding up alright?" he asks politely, turning his head for you to whisper your answer. "Yeah, just need this meeting to be over or at least to be paused. We are getting nowhere with all this shouting and violence."

The officer nods to your answer. "Yes, we have been circling over the same-"

"Oi! Do you to have something to share? Or are you both gonna keep whispering sweet little nothing into each others ears? Should I tell Adlers' that your cheatin' on em'?" Another handler chimes in, sending a toothy-white smile in your direction.

The other men around the table laugh as you lean on the table, threatening to stand. Roger makes no sudden movement in his chair, face set in a glare directed to the senior member at the unprofessional comment. Sighing you pick up your notes and crack your neck before reading your own radiant smile, eyes holding daggers picturing to stab through his eye-sockets.

"That will not be necessary, Paul," you spit out his name, "Nor is any of this discussion. We have all made no process since eleven! If we display strength with the military we risk our agents already operating within the operation and civilians. If we sit back and let it happen, we also risk a potential nuclear war. Our best option, which none of you men have brought forward and is embarrassing for our field is that we don't ship ourselves alongside the weapon, that way we can determine who has it, where it is meant to go, and where we want it to go."

You are nearly out of breath by the end of your speech as you stand and begin to walk towards the doors, Roger's hot on your tail as nods his head before all the members on behalf of you both, leaving the room in silence.

As soon as the door closes behind you both, you lean against it. "At times, I wish I had a dick like the rest of them but then I remember it's what makes them this way," you explain before picking yourself back up and continuing down the hall.

Rogers laughs, his eyes crinkling as he bumps your shoulder. You look up, casting him a smile as well. "You have a way of saying things, sweetheart. Would leave to see more of that mouth outside of work," Rogers says causing you to stand still in the hall as people walk around you both.

Turning to face your agent, your smile has turned into a glare once more. "Get back to work, Rogers. I expect a full report from last week still that I have yet to receive. Your co-worker has already sent theirs in with misinformation, I hope to not see the same things on yours. And please remember this, I. am. not. your sweetheart."

Turning back on your heels you continue further down the hall, Rogers left with your words before a whistle has you nearly breaking a heel by how much you want to throw it in his face. Russell. fucking. Adler. Standing there with that smirk yet again as he leans up against the break rooms entrance.

He holds out a hand, shaking it in a silent ask to carry your belongings. You shove them into his hand while using your other to press against his chest and to move him out of your way.

He does not budge, simply looking down at your lingering touch with a softening smile. "I am not in the mood, Adler. Please let me through," you use an overly sweet tone, you can feel him tense from underneath you.

"Hey, though I do love that tone when seeing you in a good mood. I do love viewing your rage. Lay it on, whats on your mind?" Adler asks, hand now resting atop your own.

"Move first and we'll sit and talk," you counter to his nod. Adler drops your touch, arm moving to welcome you into the empty space as everyone had already cleared back for work.

Coffee in hand, sandwich in the other, you took to your seat. "I'm so sick of men constantly stepping all over me when I worked just as hard- no. Fucking harder for this position and I still get treated like a little girl in their fathers suit and it does not help when after three hours of men shoving their dicks on the table a younger one then gets the audacity to be asking to see my mouth while calling me Sweetheart," you complain, downing the rest of your coffee before slamming the cup against the saucer.

Adler appears even more tense then you, his hands grips into fists allowing the veins across his forearms to appear most prominent. "Give me a name."

"Pardon?" you ask, embarrassed that you had became so easily distracted.

"Give. me. a. name, please," Alder asks once more, his eye staring deeply into your own. "Hey, whats wrong, sharing is a mutual affair," you reach across the table to grasp one of his hands, surprised when he pulls away. He's never done that before...

"Nobody gets to say that shit to you, not when I'm here. I'm sorry that you had to hear that, sweetheart." And for some reason you don't feel disgust except an overwhelming feeling of comfort as the word dances through your ears. You try and fake annoyance but Adler only takes that as further fuel against whatever man had wronged you so.

"Theres no need to apologize, Adler. I already told Rogers off-" you should not have said that, already regretting your words and Adlers chair screeches against the tiled floors, the door being slammed behind him as he storms off to find Rogers.

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The next time you are working with Rogers, he does not even look at you unless you command him to. He does well to hide his face to the best of his ability but it is hard not to notice the black eye or scarring underneath his chin. Tisking to yourself, you tell the agent his next meeting point in the south Mediterranean sea before setting off on your next mission, to find Adler.

It did not take long as he was already waiting in your office. First aid it open and displayed across the documents on your desk. He did not hiss or move as he poured the anti-bacterial fluid over his wounds, his teeth gripping a bandage in wait as he had yet to acknowledge your presence.

"Alder," you scolded like a tired mother before taking the wraps from his teeth and standing between his legs, gently wrapping his hand before pressing a kiss to your work that had both of you chuckling.

"You didn't have to do that, you know. Could have gotten you suspended-"

"You really think they would suspend me, honey?" you blush, shaking your head and taking a step away yet Adler catches your elbow, standing, chests touching as he leans down to get a better look of your face.

"All I'm saying is that you have to take better care of yourself, officer," you retort, eyes quickly casting to his lips before holding his gaze.

Alder smiles, hand now cupping your cheek as you allow yourself to lean into his touch. "Are you sayin' you care about me, (last/name)?" he teases, eyes already knowing the answer by the way in which they crinkle, mirroring your own.

"I care for all of my operatives, Russell Adler."

"But am I really just an operator to you, sweetheart?" his words now nearly a whisper upon your lips that part in wait.

"Well there's only one way to find out-" and his lips were on yours. His hand now holding the back of your head, nudging it upwards as you curved into his touch, hands gripping his shirt and around to his waist. Russell's other hand moved to grip your waist, thumb rubbing circles into your side as you felt his smile upon your lips.

Pulling away, lips puffy and eyes starry as you panted for air, Adler barely gave you anytime to breathe before he was kissing you again. Any papers on your desk were thrown to the floor before Russell was picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on the desk, legs spreading to keep you both close.

Standing back to full height, Adler looked at you sprawled out before him, hands morning their way up from the ankles that kept him locked into to place, up to your calves and towards your thighs and lower torso. Your breath gasped as his hands teased at the skin between your waist and shirt, skin tingling, his touch lingering with shared desire.

"Kiss me again," you pleaded.

"Always, Sweetheart."

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─ · · A/N: If this is recieved well may make another one... 🤷

[beatrizshy]

ITS OUTTTTT

First chapter done fellas

[buridans-darkace]

I could be working right now. Instead I'm stuck in the infirmary.

Aerrow had better not be getting himself into trouble.

Who am I kidding? He's on Gale, of course there's going to be trouble. Windy shithole...

[far-side-skies]

Piper has spent her whole life preparing for one mission: to find the rightful leader of the Storm Hawks and rebuild the team in order to defeat Cyclonia once and for all. She’s got the team, she’s got the know-how, and all that’s left is to find Aerrow. When she does find him though, he’s nothing like the Sky Knight the world needs him to be, and now everything is falling apart.

And chapter 5 is finished! This is the first of many 'combo' chapters, in which I've combined the plots of two or more episodes in the show to make one plot arc.

This chapter was quite a bit of fun to write, we've got Dark Ace being a menace, Aerrow's perspective on Gale, and yet another character that @ashe-alter has generously allowed me to write into this fic :3 We hope you like Dagr, I love this boi.

[philosopherbouquet]

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: One Piece (Manga

Relationship: Coby & Helmeppo (One Piece), Cancer & Stainless (One Piece), Kujaku & Tsuru (One Piece)

Characters: Marines (One Piece), Helmeppo (One Piece), Cancer (One Piece), Stainless (One Piece), Vice Admiral Dalmatian (One Piece), Momonga (One Piece), Nezumi (One Piece), Kujaku (One Piece), Momousagi | Gion

Additional Tags: One Piece Marines Week, One Piece Marines Week 2024, Fandom Week, Canon Universe, Not Canon Compliant, Minor Canonical Character(s), POV Minor Character, OP Marines Week, Friendship, Minor Angst, Some Humor, Headcanon, No Plot/Plotless, Non-Canonical Violence, Complete, Experimental Style

SUMMARY:

Glimpses of the Marines who are in the background but still just as important. For One Piece Marines Week 2024

[sunnyxjarrus]

Well I guess I should have expected unhappiness from the clone medic Kix tag but it still hurts

okay peoples I got this random little scene bouncing around in my brain and I need to spit it out on paper so lucky you! you get to see it!

"No," Kix said aloud this time. His fingers went flying, trying in vain to save the tiny kid bleeding out on the ground before him. "Why, Commander, why?" "I-it's okay, I-I'm not afraid to-- to die," Tano choked out, as if Kix were the one who needed comfort. "O-otherwise it could've been o-one of you." "It should've been!" Kix snapped, sparing a precious second to death stare right into her giant blue eyes. "I'm kriffing expendable, Commander!" "Kix--" "KRIFFING EXPENDABLE!" Kix shouted, "You hear me kid?! I was made to die, but you're---" His voice gave out and he didn't trust himself to speak, instead settling for continuous head shaking as he focused all his attention on her wound. But after a moment she finished for him. "Just another Jedi in a war." Kix's heart shattered.

Sooooo yeah, merry Christmas I guess

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

To the anon who sent that message about stealing the succubus AU

YOU CAN'T OWN AN IDEA OR A CONCEPT ! Unless OP and their friends are word by word ripping of your freidns fanficiton, it's not plagiarism. if that was the case then Hazbin Hotel would not be allowed to even be a thing because guess what! The bible would have owner ship over Adam, Eve, Lucifer, Heaven and Hell.

Holy shat.

👆👆👆👆

[chromatic-lamina]

algal bloom (lawzo hanahaki fic with a twist), part 3

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 (this one)

Death of his father and death of his mother. Confirmed. Death of his sister? More than probable, had been going to lose her anyway. Death of his benefactor. His second guidance counsellor (the first one had lain down her veil and left Flevance, and was maybe alive and healthy somewhere). Death of his love of pain although he could bear his own. They said he was a murderous fuck, and he was to those who senselessly hurt others. Even so, the way he dealt with them shocked but didn’t hurt. The corpse flower bloomed once every very dark seven-year, ten-year period. Kali of the night and a healer and harmer like her, its aroma was the strongest in the dark morning leading into the early light. It emanated heat, warmth. Attracted carrion beetles and flesh flies. The smell of death didn’t necessarily make Law sick. The smell of smoke didn’t honeycomb him into a maze of neurons like ants scurrying pathways home. But Law’s mind was a crannied pockmark of death, and so he valued life. Zoro. He didn't want Zoro to sacrifice himself to the plan. Any plan. The corpse flower was the largest in the world, and could only hold its head up for a day, a day and a half at the most, before it collapsed. Law was glad the leaflets had lodged in Zoro's system. What kind of survival for the hanahaki sufferer was there if a flower bloomed intermittently and soon after died? Only to appear again a decade later, although the flower appeared more regularly after its first showing. The stench, though. And what about the green algal slime and its creep over Law’s belongings? He didn’t let his crew touch it. “Toxic,” he warned. And it came from him. Secreted from him. Coated anything that he touched.  “Looks like Zoro’s hair,” Shachi murmured.

The guys have been holding steadily the whole day! Current stats:

August 10, 22:28 (UTC, +9).

Currently only a percent between the two ships. The biggest distance was 1.4%, I think! (LawSan 49.3% and LawZo 50.7% at one stage: 1.4% difference). And I check the voting numbers. They keep going up. It just really is that jujutsu holding pattern spell!

Ooh, it took me a while to edit this work. Current status now:

6% between them! 20 votes in an hour. I took that screen cap at about 23:22, August 10 (UTC +9). I'll try and finish this story if the guys win! (I'll try and finish it anyway, but, y'know!). Obviously every vote counts! Please vote ZoLaw if you haven't or you're sitting on the fence.

The poll link is here and great propaganda is here.

Dunno if reblogging this will help at all at this stage, but if you wanna! 🥰 Less than 3 hours to go!

[simp-ly-writes]

Professionals

─────── · · A Black Ops 6 FanFic

Pairing: Russell Adler x Fem!Spy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a MI6 spy with a secret mission different to what the CIA has requested you for; using your information gathering expertise, you pose as Russell Adlers wife as the both of you go undercover abroad, the catch? MI6 wants to know everything about your "husband" just as much as you do.

─ · · TAGS: no use of (y/n), non-canon compliant, flirting, use of pet names, teasing, fluff.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,607 | Part 2

─ · · A/N: I always wanted to try and make one of those series that stems off into prompts and scenarios so use this chapter as the basis! 😊 (I hope this somewhat makes sense lol).

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Monday Night | MI6 Agency, London

It was one of the few nice nights of the year yet here you were sat inside your Directors office. A couple dozen high ranking officers swarming around you, the room tense in wait as the leather of your seat groaned as you took a seat.

One thing happened after another, a team was preparing your looks, another briefing you on culture, customs and speech. You had worked for the secret intelligence service for over two and a half decades, starting right out of university yet had never experienced something quite like this in all your history. All you could do is nod along.

"He'll be sat there waiting when you arrive. He is CIA, Clandestine special officer. A full report will be sent to your room when you arrive, deployment immediately. You are dismissed, officer," was all you gathered from your Director before you were being followed out into a car, your belongings already packed for you, ring box sitting heavy between your hands in your lap. You couldn't find it in you to open it.

"You ready, (last/name)?" one of your fellow operators, Bill asked you, driving the car another office sat shotgun, so much security... you think to yourself, worried for what the hell kind of a mission they were sending you on and with who of all people?

"What am I not ready for?" you ask back, faking confidence yet feeling frustrated by the lack of information you were receiving before going overseas and acting as a double-agent.

"Well, from knowing you, marriage," he chuckles, fixing the rear-view mirror as you shuffle around in the backseat. It was obviously meant to be a joke to cheer you up yet the word marriage rung through your head, echoing on repeat.

"Well it's not like I'm actually gonna get married, Bill. Just got to look all pretty, get the information, and get the hell out. The ring is just another thing of the disguise at the end of the day," you reply with nonchalance before opening the ring box- immediately regretting so as you stare at the most gorgeous ring you could ever dream of.

What the fuck, is all you can mutter underneath you breath before Bill is pulling into a parking sport at the airport. The other officer already running around back to the truck, unloading your gear. Bill lets out a long low whistle after seeing the ring.

"Well, everyone's going to know your a taken woman with that rock on your finger." You flip Bill the finger, placing the ring onto your left hand before throwing the box into your handbag and stepping out of the car. A plane waits for you on the tarmac, engines already roaring and with one wave back to the boys, you are off up in the air on on your way to America.

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Tuesday Morning | Hotel, Washington, D.C.

When arriving to the "Land of Freedom," you quickly hailed a cab to your to-be-shared hotel room for the next few days. Your boss mentioned it as a speed, "get-to-know one another" meeting but in your eyes it would be the opportunity to get the upper hand on information.

Your mission was simple, do the missions the CIA wanted you in, provide them with the information they wanted all the while taking what your agency wanted- who exactly is Russell Adlers and what the hell they were doing with brainwashing.

You were surprised to see how many lanes of traffic there were on your want to the hotel room and once arriving to the five-star hotel, staff members were there awaiting your arrival, "Mrs. Adler, please allow me to hold your belongings and bring them up to your room for you. An assortment of breakfast has been prepared at your husbands request and will arrive in 30 minutes."

White gloves swiftly took your baggage from out of the trunk another holding the door open for you both before leading you up to your room. Deep stained hardwood made your heels click against its surface in tune with the live performance piano. You took in the dazzling crystal chandeliers of the lobby with its panelled walls and luscious plants. The elevator was glass with a gold banister that you leaned upon, examining every exist and staff member positioned for the "just-in-case" that came with the job.

With a ding, you were up to the ninth floor and lead down a cosy lit hallway before being presented with your keycard. A white glove motioned to the scanner before holding the door open for you to enter first.

The room was moody and romantic just as the lobby was fit with golden accents, walls in that signature wood paneling, and floor finished in a plush cream carpet. A kitchenette, small living space and bed set with fresh white sheets and a few too many pillows off to another room set within the suite. You were impressed to say the least once hearing the last of your luggage be placed within the room.

"Is there anything else we could assist you with Mrs. Adler?" the staff member asks, eyes hanging onto your every word- eager to help. You smiled at the young man before shaking your head with a smile. A strand of your hair falling out of place in doing so. "No, I am quite alright. Thank you for your work, I'll be sure to make my husband reward your service this morning." And with that, the door closed behind you as you took in the silence of the space before going digging.

Grabbing your gloves from your purse on the counter you opened every drawer and cranny, looking underneath every piece of furniture in the main room before heading towards the bedroom. The singular bed mocked you as the white sheets glistened through the sunlight peaking through the sheer curtains.

A singular small suitcase sat on an armchair that faced the bed. Delicately zipping it open you took apart its components yet finding nothing out of the ordinary, not a sloppy worker, you praised your "husband" before placing a small tracker into one of the open seams.

Standing back up and looking outside the reflection of another body behind you had you freezing in the moment. A tall man stood behind you by the outline of his broad shoulders, your eyes flickered between the two of you in the reflection. His voice casting goosebumps across your skin before you were reining yourself in, remember who you are, remember what the job is, remember-

"Hello, Sweetheart. Anything your looking for in particular?"

Shit. You turned around, casting a quick signature smile before slowly taking off your gloves and walking over to the side table. You felt his stare watching as you moved around the room as you took a seat on the corner of the bed.

"Just making sure that my husband was leaving me with no surprises after all you do know how much your wife hates them so," you retort now taking your time to stare. You took in the loafers he wore, freshly polished and leather matching the belt looping through pressed dress pants with the collared shirt he wore, a pair of aviators hanging from the unbuttoned part of his shirt.

His muscles bulged from the sleeves, veins casting up from his fingertips and up to his neck, beard freshly shaven and fitting the classy affluent couple look you both were assigned. Your eyes stopped at his face, watching as his head tilted in a silent demand for you to dare ask about the scar running up from his cheek to his nose.

"Already getting protective of me?" Adler teases catching your ring finger twitch at the name with a smirk.

You didn't appreciate him already trying to be above you, "the papers never said my husband would be handsome. How could they leave such an important part out?" you smile, your words genuine but the way in which you cross your legs after saying it as your husband raising a brow before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not the one you're trying to charm over. Save it for when we get overseas, I'm sure they'll enjoy it more-"

"And you didn't enjoy me calling you handsome?" you press forwards watching Adler roll his shoulders before scoffing. "I know I am, didn't need you to say it."

You gasp playfully, standing to tease more of his personality out of him but before you can reach Adler has your wrist in a firm yet gentle grip, cautious of his own strength. "I'm not going to break if you hold me so gently, Mr. Adler."

"Well, Mrs. Adler. If you think I'm going to get handsy you're wrong. Take the bed tonight, I'll settle on the couch."

Breakfast arrived shortly after your teasing match and while eating you appreciated that Adler did in fact hold table manners. Always making sure your coffee and water was filled yet apparently it was a step too far in asking for a bite off his plate as he waved you off.

It was the first day of a mission that you did not know when it would end but as you laid there in the cold sheets listening to Adler hum along to something on the radio before taking a drag from his cigarette. There was the smallest part of you hopeful that he would not hate you after all of this that became overshadowed by the job and everything you had at stake. There was no question but being the utmost professional.

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─ · · A/N: what did you think?? 👀 I've got some ideas of Adler finding out you have a side mission, introducing you to members of the team, missions gone wrong-AH! So many ideas, let me know if any of these stand out! 😄💕

[beatrizshy]

Guys I have no idea which fic I should work on I started too many at the same time 😭😭😭

[ghosts-and-swords]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

New fic posted on February 14th, 2021.

Chapters: 1/7 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Dracule Mihawk/Perona, Perona & Roronoa Zoro Additional Tags: Secret Crush, Brother-Sister Relationships, Brotherly Affection, Crushes, Denial of Feelings, seven stages of grief but with a twist, Pre-Time Skip, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Domestic Fluff

Summary: Perona has never felt a crush as strong as the one she developed for Mihawk during the two years they spent living together. Zoro's departure to join his crew is coming closer, and Perona wonders if she should stick by Hawk Eyes' side and keep her secret, or if she should leave and let her feelings fade away with time.

Zoro is a supportive young brother. Perona just wants to have some peace of mind for once. Mihawk is either oblivious, doesn't care at all, or he's very, very confused by the Princess' antics.

[far-side-skies]

Piper has spent her whole life preparing for one mission: to find the rightful leader of the Storm Hawks and rebuild the team in order to defeat Cyclonia once and for all. She’s got the team, she’s got the know-how, and all that’s left is to find Aerrow. When she does find him though, he’s nothing like the Sky Knight the world needs him to be, and now everything is falling apart.

It took a while, but chapter 6 is out!! You'll notice that I've added @ashe-alter and @happypanda101 as co-authors since chapter 5 was published, and that's because of how much they've contributed to this fic in the form of characters and helping me figure out plot points. Thank you so much guys, it's time I give y'all the credit you're due.

Not to mention it's a little easier than constantly adding hyperlinks in html in the notes of each chapter, whoops.

This chapter was a lot of fun to work on, despite how long it took. Enjoy!!

[redskiez]

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by redskiez.

So, this has to be one of the fastest fics I have ever written.

I mean, I am on my Easter break now so I will have more time with working on my fics, but I also want to use this first week to finish my assignments so I don’t have to worry about them in the month. I may or may not hold myself up to that.

Still, expect more fics in the future. Especially keep an eye on the first week of April.

Enjoy this conversation piece. It is inspired by What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver. Carver’s story is a dirty realism piece which revolves around four friends talking about their experiences of love while alcohol is passed around. I write this story based on that, except it’s just Tobi and Deidara, and they’re in love.

:)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: Naruto Relationships: Deidara/Uchiha Obito or Deidara/Tobi (Naruto) Summary:

Obito doesn't like the way this conversation pierces through him and he is forced to admit feelings that he didn't even know he felt.

Read on AO3 and/or FFN.

Excerpt:

“Tell me about Rin, hm,” Deidara says, voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

Obito is taken aback. Rin? How does he know about Rin?

He must have seen the slight twitch at the corner of his lip because Deidara leans back, posture relaxing. “You talk in your sleep, sometimes,” Deidara explains. “I wouldn’t have known if you didn’t insist on sleeping under the stars a couple of weeks ago, hm.”

[inonepiece-ish]

So, I’ve been sucked in the My Hero Academia fandom for awhile now and there is no sign of escape. While in the depths my mind has produced the idea for a crack fic. A My Hero Academia x One Piece crack fic...

Kuzan/Aokiji = Todoroki Shouto’s Mom, yes genderbent Kuzan.

This started out as a what if Kuzan died in his fight with Akainu? Then got reborn into the My Hero Academia universe?

I have a couple of ideas for this with Kuzan being a hero and not. Here is a little snipped I typed up for if Kuzan did decide to be a hero.

Hero Name: Aokiji, a nod to her previous life.

When Aokiji Met Endeavor

Aokiji was not impressed. This hurricane of a hero bursts in from nowhere and not only makes her work mean nothing, oh no, he brings the media with him too! Sure she’s been in the media here and there but never as a focus, always skimming the background just enough for people to know she’s a hero. She’s had enough attention, enough fear of her to last a lifetime. And now there’s a camera in her face.

“What was it like working with a top hero like Endeavor? I bet you were in a bit of a jam until he showed up!”

Keeping her face in her perpetual bored expression she mumbles a, “No comment.” And goes back to giving her report to the police. Once done she slinks off into the shadows and up to the rooftops to continue her patrol. She’s a few blocks away when that hero, Endeavor, lands in her path. She skids to a stop and without missing a beat pivots on her heels to move around the massive glowing roadblock.

She feels a hand on her shoulder, gives a sigh, and turns to face him. She doesn’t say anything, just gives him a deadpan stare.

Endeavor takes no notice, “I’ve been following your work in the hero community and I have a proposition for you. Become my wife and our quirks together will make the ultimate hero.”

Aokiji bumps his hand off her shoulder and breathes out, “No thanks.” Her option stated she turns back around leaving Endeavor in slight shock out of the automatic rejection. She makes it another few blocks up before he catches back up with her. She stops first this time, “I gave you my answer. Respect it and move on.”

Endeavor just gives her a look, “I’m just shocked, I’ve done my research into you. No close living family, no close friends, and no romantic relationships. What I’m offering is that I’ll give you the comforts of life as my wife and you will produce children. This would only be a marriage of quirks, nothing more nothing less.”

Aokiji cannot believe the balls this man has to just up and say that to her face! As a former man she can see his point of view but this is not how one wins over a female. The situation is so humorous a chuckle escapes her before she responds, “And what if I don’t care? You said you’ve done your research on me, yeah? Then you should have learned that I have no interest in children. I don’t really care in ‘continuing the line’ or even strengthening it as far as my quirk is concerned. Also,” She gains a smirk, “You really need to work on your pick up lines.”

[theeternalghost]

#Ok Im gonna say Something.#First of all SORRY to Op for reblogging this but NEVER READING IT!!!! Im Sorry I know that that's not how things are typcially done.#BUT LET ME SAY SOMETHING.#OK Im so sorry to OP for ranting in the tags of their 0 note fanfic that i wont even read but GIMME A MINUTE !! OK.#How do I say this.#I cant believe it was this long ago by now but it was I believe MAY of 2023 and it was 7 AM and i was scrolling on OP's blog?#And i was scrolling throuhg their fanficiton tag and i was like. Oh Dear. As you may expect#how do i put this... I DIDNT READ THIS STORY but I did skim what was written here and IT STUCK WITH ME ?#In truth i missed the breeding kink detail and went straight to reality-as-is rape. Over time I stopped thinking abt the trans detail even#BUT ANYWAY THIS ONE ... disturbed me of course ... AND IT MADE ME THINK...#IDK.... I just started thinking abt that ghoulish year they spent in the room of spirit & time ...#Vegeta's lack of loyalty to anything good & holy at this time... The conflict of their characters ...#I started listening to Rob Zombie at this time ...#Long story short I felt like the idea of an extreme violation occuring b/t them in that room was a DEEPLY FASCINATING story and#it showed a lot of facets of their realities & the realities of emotional and familial ... difficulties .#And. Idkkkk. It was so morbid. BUT THEN I ALSO GOT HUNG UP ON HOW FUNNY IT WAS THAT#IN DBS TRUNKS HAD TO SEE HIM AGAIN ??!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?#LIKE...... OMG ?!?!?!?! im sorryyyyy but it had me fist-pounding-on-desk LAUGHING like..#OK I should just make my own post. But ohmy god. LIKE IT'S SO BAD !??!? Vegeta's a changed man and sort of forgot abt all that.#BUT THE BODY KEEPS THE SCORE & TRUNKS IS TRYING TO BE COOL ABT IT BUT ... He's freaking out inside. Worrying for Present Trunks. Etc

#Eventually vegeta approches him abt it and ALL HE SAYS IS ''Hey. No hard feelings. Okay?'' AND SLAPS HIM ON THE BACK.#SOO SORRY OP LIKE THIS IS YOUR STORY THIS ISNT ABT ME...#But I always intended to reblog this post onto this blog bc it did INSPIRE something in me and i dont know much about the world but#I do respect OP for the weird things they write & post. AND IT MAKES ME SAD THAT THIS POST STILL HAS 0 NOTES?#I saw it 7 months ago and in that time no one has read it or hit like. SAD. I am sorry for not reading it myself but#Just the strange way I feel reading the description is thrill enough for me thank you ...#I always thought that I would post some about Vegeta & Future Trunks on this blog and IDK if I ever will but#This post needs to be reblogged onto this blog for in case I do ...#Reblog#Writing

NOBODY HAS EVER GOT IT LIKE THIS. YOU. YOU GET IT. and my god I hope you do write a thing someday PLEASE tag me if you do!!!

cause you are right, in the grand scheme of things the implications and ramifications are SO dark and morbid and awful because of who Vegeta was at the time of their year in the chamber? it's incredible that Trunks retained any affection or admiration for Vegeta after that. and then Vegeta of DBS era is a drastically different person?? I'm not sure Future! Trunks could even fathom it. So he keeps half an eye on Vegeta and half an eye on his younger self and tries not to shy away from his not-father.

also don't be sad for me about not having notes. with the kind of subject matter i usually write about, i'm used to it. i get a LOT of hits, bookmarks, and kudos on ao3 but rarely any comments or reblogs. and from past experiences in other fandoms, it's 100% because people don't want to be perceived consuming the kind of fic i write.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Ball Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1006 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Future Trunks Briefs/Vegeta Characters: Future Trunks Briefs, Vegeta (Dragon Ball) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mild Breeding Kink, Parent/Child Incest, Trans Character, Loss of Virginity Summary:

The strong hand in his hair fists it tighter, yanking his head back far enough that all he can see is the empty white of the chamber.