#red x black

[ange-la-ange-ootd]

More from the April backlog

SUCC shirt - iiii Clothing x soo.zyy collab LOVESTRUCK heart buckle dress - Dreamily Apparel Blackberry sandals - Anthony Wang Heartbreaker scrunchie - Toshikigirl Sword choker, triple threat bracelet - Tunnel Vision

[ID: A red and black casual outfit with accents of white and gold. The main pieces are a red and white stripe shirt with a black sleeveless jumperskirt dress layered on top. The dress has a two-tiered skirt, heart buckles for the straps, and the Dreamily heart logo embroidered in white. These items are paired with a red hoodie jacket, black tights, and chunky platform sneakers. The accessories include a red scrunchie, a sword choker, and layered chain bracelets.]

[zhelin-thames]

Where Danny meets the rest of the Lantern Corps and causes more chaos

[Danny gets whisked away to Oa, the Green Lantern HQ.]

Danny: [looking around at glowing green architecture] Whoa, it’s like Tron threw up everywhere. Hal Jordan: [facepalming] Try not to embarrass me in front of the Guardians, okay? Danny: [grinning] No promises, Green Dad. Hal Jordan: [groaning] I’m not your dad.

[Danny Meets Kilowog]

Kilowog: What’s the deal with the glowing kid? He’s not a recruit, is he? Danny: Nope. I’m Danny, half-ghost, full-time troublemaker. Who’re you? Kilowog: Kilowog. Drill instructor for the Green Lantern Corps. Danny: [mock salute] Nice to meet you, Sergeant Glowstick. Kilowog: [laughs, clapping Danny on the back] I like this one. He’s got guts.

[Danny Learns About Other Lantern Corps]

Danny: [flipping through a hologram book] So, there are other ring colors? Hal Jordan: [sighs] Yes, but most of them are dangerous. Don’t get any ideas. Danny: [grinning] Oh, too late. A ghost-powered Lantern sounds awesome. Hal Jordan: You’re already glowing! What more do you want?!

[Danny Meets a Red Lantern]

Atrocitus: [growling, his ring glowing red with rage] Who dares step into my sector?! Danny: [floating nonchalantly] Chill, dude. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel. Atrocitus: [angrier] You mock me?! Danny: [grinning] Not my fault you’re part of the anger issues club. Do you guys hand out stress balls, or…? Hal Jordan: [grabbing Danny and pulling him away] Stop antagonizing the rage monster!

[Danny Meets a Blue Lantern]

Saint Walker: [calmly] You radiate unusual hope for someone straddling life and death. Danny: [grinning] Thanks. You radiate spa-day vibes. Saint Walker: [smiling serenely] I shall take that as a compliment.

[Danny Tries to Join the Sinestro Corps]

Danny: [looking at a yellow power ring] Fear-based powers? I scare people all the time! This would totally work for me. Sinestro: [looming] You think you’re worthy of wielding fear? Danny: [goes ghost, glowing green with a chilling aura] Boo. Sinestro: [startled] …Perhaps you are. Hal Jordan: [snatching Danny back] Absolutely not!

[Lanterns Watching Danny]

Kilowog: The kid’s like a tiny tornado of chaos. Saint Walker: And yet, there’s potential in him. Hal Jordan: Potential to give me a headache.

[Danny With the Black Lanterns]

Danny: [walking into a dark room] So, what’s the deal with these Black Lanterns? Hal Jordan: [panicking] No. Absolutely not. Get out of here now. Danny: [grinning] What? I’m technically dead. I’d fit right in. Hal Jordan: [dragging Danny away] You’re not meeting Nekron. End of discussion.

[Danny Shows Off to the Lantern Corps]

Danny: [blasting ectoplasm everywhere] My powers are cooler than your glowsticks, admit it. Kilowog: Let’s spar and find out, kid. Danny: [cracking his knuckles] Bring it on, Hulk Lite.

Danny phases through every construct Kilowog throws at him, laughing the whole time.

Hal Jordan: [watching in the background] Why do I even bother?

[Later, Back on Earth]

Tucker: You went to space and met aliens with power rings?! Danny: Yup. Turns out I’m way better at glowing than they are. Sam: Did you actually join any of the corps? Danny: [grinning] Nah, they’d never survive me.

[somnoir]

Masterpost [1]

Multi-Parts:

Bats and Phantoms

Summary:

The Fenton/Masters Siblings and members of the Bat Family meet. One by one, they end up together while the rest of the family is oblivious that their partners are related to the others.

Ships: Danny/Jason, Dan/Dick, Cass/Jazz, Dani(Elle)/Damian

Tumblr Parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

My Father's Secretary

Summary:

Danny Fenton gets a job as Bruce Wayne's secretary. After being gifted a coffee maker, he might actually go to the ends of the earth for this clumsy man.

Ships: Danny/Jason (Dead on Main)

Tumblr Posts:

Part 1 | Part 2

Gotham's newest Crime Lord

Summary:

Dan kills the Joker and proceeds to become a crime lord. Shenanigans ensure between the Bats and the three ghosts in Gotham trying to screw with the criminal underworld

Ships: Dan/Dick, Danny/Jason

Tumblr Posts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Prodigal son beyond time

Summary:

Ra's Al Ghul's first born is a peculiar child. Talia is curious about the prodigal son, her strange brother beyond time.

Ships: Bruce/Danny (possibly)

Tumblr Posts

Part 1 | Part 2

One-shots:

Demon Twins and Death

Summary:

In which the twins meet after one kills the other.

A Family of Rogues

Summary:

The Fentons/Masters move to Gotham. Everyone, except the Fentons, think they're future Rogues.

Ghost KingConsort?

Summary:

Danny is a petty and dead twin brother that decides to give his brother and father a heart attack by implying Danny and Phantom were married.

How to pull a Batman by J. Constantine

Summary:

John Constantine acquires six children from an ancient being that also happens to be one of his exes. He's gonna fight god and batman.

Little Star's favorite

Summary:

Demons twins au where Danny is brought to Bruce a couple years after Damian. He proceeds to hate the family except for one very specific person.

Credits to @strangergraphics-archive for the divider <3

[luffyssa]

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

starring. one piece. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law, shanks genre. smau, crack, fluff ask. can you please do a smau where they accidentally text about you to you when they meant if for someone else (pre relationship)? it's just so cute to see our pookies embarrassed.

use of y/n, she/her pronouns in some

[ramen-flavored]

my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

[inquisitor-runa]

They walk in on you masturbating (pre relationship)

cont: swearing, suggestiveness, crack.

for you walking in on them, check here.

fem reader.

MINORS DNI

Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Sanji, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.

@mochiclouds, @redpool, @luffysinterlude, @trinitrinitrini, @theonlykawaiigod-blog, @shaanks , @guillotine-enjoyer, @commanderfreethatdust , @meritxellao , @love-marimo

[deadsetobsessions]

“I ate paint once,” Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.

The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.

“Yeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.” Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruce’s money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyone’s heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.

“Really? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.”

“WHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!” Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Tim?” Jason snickered.

“In my defense,” Danny grinned. “I was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.”

“Ugh! I’m almost out of money! Can’t you loan me some, Alfred?”

“I am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.”

“Noooo!” Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.

“What was your excuse, Timothy?” Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.

“Hey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.”

“Yeah,” Danny perked up. “My parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.”

“Really? Like what?” Duke asked, casually slapping away Tim’s sneaky hands.

“Oh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when they’re fresh!” Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanie’s hands. He looked up.

“Oh, don’t worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.” Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, it’s not like he lied.

“Radiation?” Duck’s voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Danny’s going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.

“Organs?!” Jason’s hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.

“Do you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?” Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.

“How old were you??” Duke asked.

“Like… 8, when they first brought me in?”

“Eight.” Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. “Wow, they must have trusted you a lot!”

“Sure?”

“What were their names again?” Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Not that they’ll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.

“Cool, cool, cool!” Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.

Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.

Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.

"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.

"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.

"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.

"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.

"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.

"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"

"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."

"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.

"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.

"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.

"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.

"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.

"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.

"Red Hood's signature."

The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.

"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.

...

...

...

The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.

"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.

"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"

"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.

"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."

"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.

"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."

Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.

"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.

"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"

"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.

"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."

"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"

"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."

"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.

Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"

"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."

Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.

Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.

Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.

"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."

Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.

"You won't have to leave."

"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.

"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.

"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.

"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.

Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.

After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.

[killakalx]

18+ content, not much going on unfortunately because this is a wip, poorly proofread & not edited as always

your second orgasm hits as another bruise blooms along your neck, cunt tightening around thick fingers knuckles deep inside of you. jason hums against your soft skin and a free hand of his finds refuge around your chest, pulling another gasp from between your lips. the rough palm of his hand rests directly on your clit each time his fingers curl and your hips squirm underneath his hold while you cling to him beside you and whine.

jason’s proven that he could spend a long time getting you ready for a good fuck, working you open for his cock by making you cum at least twice. when given ample time, he’ll have you throbbing around his fingers like it’s the real thing, pussy all puffy and sensitive before he even gets his dick out.

through shallow breaths, you start, “jason- I can…” a pinch at your nipple makes you pause, “I can take it, I promise.” still, his expression remains focused on the way your pussy clenches and leaks around the base of his fingers, biting at your collarbone and groaning at the sight like he’s getting off on that alone. once you twitch from the stimulation, jason slows his fingers out of courtesy for a moment, still reaching deep and nudging that sweet spot over and over.

the second time you call his name it’s meant to sound more authoritative, or at least sound stern enough for him to take a hint. your thighs drift together to hide yourself despite his hand not budging, still trembling each time he sends pleasure up your spine. much to your dismay, though, he quickly picks up on the overstimulation and repositions himself.

“fold em’ up higher,” jason orders while placing himself directly between your thighs, hand gliding up the back of them to keep your pussy exposed. you fix your lips to scold him but the two digits buried inside of you resume their pace, curling deeper each time they disappear between your folds and drawing cute whimpers of his name from your throat.

“you’re tense,” your boyfriend teases, “I made you cum twice and you still can’t relax for me?” your scoff turns into a mewl in response as the stretch in your thigh begins to burn, and you move so you’re no longer resting on your elbows in an attempt to lessen the slight pain.

jason’s free hand finds it’s way right back to your chest once you lay back, kneading the soft mound and wrapping thirsty lips around the other as your hand creeps along the nape of his neck. your legs are folded over his shoulders now, pressed against your lower tummy and practically wedged open by his wide frame while your movement becomes more and more compromised. your hips manage to role in time with his thrusts, even though you’re firmly suggesting that there’s no point. all jason does is hum, acknowledging your gentle redirection without budging.

your breath hitches with impatience. savoring the moment becomes easier said than done after going so long without him inside of you, stretching and filling you to the brim like his own fucktoy, yet jason insists on handling you with care for now. I have to, princess, he’s emphasized, be good f’me and you’ll get what you want so bad. but by now, you’re convinced he was bluffing, just making something up as an excuse to torture you with this ache for his cock.

[courfee]

christmas season at the wolfstar flat

[lxvvie]

You and your never-ending quest to make Jason Todd blush.

And it's working, gorgeous. Christ, it's working.

If it isn't the gifts you spring up on him out of abso-fucking-lutely nowhere, it's the compliments. He's every kind of pretty, hot, gorgeous, stunning, everything that lets him know he's the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on, and fuck if his cheeks aren't flaming hot.

And if it isn't either one of those, it's the way you remind Jason that he's better than he thinks he is and while he may not be the quintessential paragon of virtue, he's what the city needs, and you can't imagine a world without him. That and he makes some good ass coffee in the morning.

Gee, thanks, baby.

But what really gets Jason is the way you look at him, the way you see past the scars and tough exterior and he can't help but wonder if he looks as lovestruck as you do whenever he sees you because he feels it—feels you—with every fiber of his being.

And then you surprised him with flowers one day—"I saw them and they reminded me of you, Jaybear."

And not only is his entire face on fire, but he's a puddle of fuckin' goo.

He'd be a fuckin' liar if he said they didn't, either.

[thelolitalookbook]

Ireme

Sweet Wa styled simple lolita coord

OP, KC, Bag - ToAlice

Socks - Angelic Pretty

Shoes - Angelic Imprint

[ange-la-ange-ootd]

backlog from April

Dear Ichigo:Cottontail Ensemble - Violet Fane x Deux Mia Sailor Collar jacket - Listen Flavor Easy skirt - iiii clothing matrixxx shoes - YRU beret - Lolita Collective Snake It Til You Make It earrings - Kikay

[ID: A red and black streetwear outfit. The main pieces are a red plaid cutsew, black techwear skirt, and a black and white sailor bomber jacket with vampire motifs. The cutsew top features a black and white illustration of two lolitas and a rabbit playing musical instruments. The rest of the outfit includes black OTKs layered over dark red tights, black platform sneakers, and a dark red beret.]

[in-som-niyah]

i want a gentle jason

Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares

Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you

Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body

Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen

Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you

Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever

Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more

Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left

Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him

Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice

Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.

Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.

[fadaimaginess]

Among Us: O Novo Começo

Qualquer coisa +18 só depois do capítulo 14

Capitulo 1

Hora 04:30 AM

Preparando nave para o lançamento 

Capitã Red, uma mulher de pele preta, cabelo cacheado e olhos castanhos, responsável por guias seus colegas de equipe para o novo lar, olhava sem o mínimo de animação para a porta de ferro que a levaria para fora de seu quarto,  literalmente a separava do resto do mundo contaminado, e para sair de seu pequeno paraíso teria que usar o traje vermelho que vinha a acompanhando desde criança por culpa das geração passada que havia destruído seu próprio planeta, acabando com água e plantas rápido demais para sobrar alguma coisa, agora cabia a aos remanescentes proteger a humanidade e as poucas espécies animais que sobraram.

 Se levantou da cama desconfortável e andou até o banheiro, o quarto não tinha muita coisa, uma cama de solteiro vermelha, uma cômoda com algumas poucas peças de roupa, uma foto com seu irmão Black nos trajes especiais e uma foto ao lado com a família inteira. Seu pai usava a mesma cor vermelha que ela, enquanto sua mãe usava a cor preta do irmão. Sentia falta deles. A mais ou menos cem dias eles tinham ido para a nave The Squed, e a cinquenta dias tinham ido para o posto de comando Mira na órbita de Pollos, o destino de seus pais e agora o seu. “Não é hora de pensar nisso". Suspirou e entrou no banheiro, infelizmente a vida para os humanos não era como décadas atrás. Água era um material raro e muito caro, só disponível em bases como Mira e naves transportadoras, então para o banho, o chuveiro derramava um pouco de pó especial branco que limpava o corpo e o impedia de ressecar enquanto estivesse usando o traje de poliéster por baixo da roupa pesada.

Saiu do “banho" e passou um pano humedecido que Black havia lhe dado no seu aniversário, para tirar todo o branco que havia se colado em sua pele, substituindo por um gel de secagem rápida. Vestiu um par de roupa íntima vermelha para treinamento, pegou o traje que cobriria tudo até mesmo seu cabelo, isso se algumas mechas não  escapassem do aperto deixando um tufo preto na frente. Pegou o traje de astronauta que estava pendurado em um dos cabides na parede e calçou as pesadas calças, logo depois o torço superior e o painel que ostentava uma pequena bandeira verde e amarela no peito. Com cuidado se sentou na cama que rangeu com peso extra, e calçou as botas, pegou a mochila vermelha que continha os coadores de ar, ligou as mangueiras que estavam dentro de uma das gavetas e os conequitou com pequenos buracos acima dos coadores e ligou ao capacete que estava encima da cama. Passou os braços pelas alças e quando levantou não pôde evitar soltar um pequeno som de incômodo com o peso. Pegou o capacete que era extremamente desconfortável já que era colado ao pescoço, mas aceitável. Depois de fazer um rápido check up para ver se estava tudo bem, saiu do quarto a passos lentos, apesar de já estar acostumada, ainda não era a melhor forma de se viver, mas assim que saísse pela porta teria que ignorar o desconforto.

Quando saiu do quarto notou seu irmão mais velho, Black, esperando do lado de fora. Essa era a rotina, ele ia até seu quarto, esperava, e quando Red saia, faziam um pequeno comprimento e iam para a cantina pegar o café da manhã, depois os dois ficavam no quarto de Red fazendo qualquer coisa, ou não fazendo nada, até a hora dos treinos.

Black segurou a mão de Red e os dois foram juntos cumprimentando alguns colegas pelo caminho, ou melhor, ela cumprimentava, enquanto ele seguia calado.

- Está animada capitã? – ouviu a voz de seu irmão saindo pelo comunicador que vinha no capacete.

- Sim, poderemos ver mamãe e papai de novo quando chegarmos a Pollos. Devo admitir que estou um pouco nervosa, talvez até angustiada.

- Não se preocupe. White vai estar lá para te ajudar, e eu também. Ou vai dizer que eu não conto?

- Claro que sim seu bobo, mas é que... Eles disseram que assim que chegassem na base iam nos contactar, mas até agora nem mesmo uma mensagem.

- Pode ser interferência, você sabe como a Orange sempre reclama, “todo esse lixo não está me deixando falar com o amor da minha vida!” – falou imitando a voz da russa, tinha que admitir que as vezes era um incômodo, ela e o marido Dark Green, também russo, sempre fazem um completo caos quando passam muito tempo longe um do outro, as pessoas mudaram tanto. Ao ouvir a risada da sua irmã, Black se animou e tentou fazer graça para que a irmã pudesse  relaxar, e só parou quando chegaram à cafeteria e foram abordados pelo Cyan, irmão mais novo de Dark Green.

- Olá Red. Como você está? – Cyan era muito gentil, cabelos ruivos abóbora, olhos verdes e algumas sardas. Uma beleza que devia ser admirada na visão de Red. Os dois ouviram um pigarreio e olharam para Black. – ah, oi Black. Não tinha te visto. – uma bela mentira, os 1,94 de Black o deixavam de frente para Cyan que tinha a mesma altura.

- Seu- foi cortado por Red  que deu um puxão em sua mão – Como está sendo seu dia?

- Está ótimo, ainda mais agora que encontrei minha capitã. E obrigada pela preocupação com meu bem estar.

- De nada. – se Red deixasse, aquilo ia continuar por um bom tempo, e tudo que não precisava era de Dark Green reclamando em russo no seu ouvido o resto do dia.

- Por que não vamos todos conversar como pessoas civilizadas? Sem sarcasmo ou duplos sentidos. Vamos honrar nossos postos de sobreviventes desse mundo morto e ir tomar café. Está bem? Ótimo! – segurou mais firme na mão de Black e segurou a mão de Cyan puxando os dois para mais perto da cantina. Uma área grande e espaçosa, sem janelas, paredes grossas de metal para impedir a entrada dos raios UV.

Quando estavam na fila encontraram White que como sempre estava com um aparelho na mão, o visor do capacete estava escuro mostrando que ele estava vendo algum tipo de holograma que os outros não podiam, se soltando dos dois homens, Red foi até ele e deu um pequeno peteleco no visor, fazendo o mais velho prestar atenção e desocupar a fila de pessoas que tinham desistido de chamar a atenção dele e estavam o ignorando. Logo Red pôde ver o rosto do homem de meia idade com cabelos escuros, pele branca bronzeada e olhos marrons.

- White quantas vezes eu já disse? Você não pode começar a criar coisas do nada no meio de um monte de pessoas, principalmente na fila. Já foi na psicóloga esse mês? – Red respeitava muito White, ele foi uma das principais causas de querer se candidatar para a empresa Mira como como colonizadora. Pode-se dizer que era fã número um do homem de 46 anos, que já era experiente como engenheiro. Também era seu sonho se tornar engenheira, tirou nota máxima em todos os testes possíveis na intenção de passar com honras e melhorar seu currículo, infelizmente para si, todo esse esforço a fez assumir o cargo de capitã e estrategista da nave CXHGLJ-14.

- Foi mal Red. Ou melhor, capitã Red. Mas depois da reunião à tarde, passe no laboratório, com o resto da equipe de preferência. Ontem a noite tive um surto de criatividade e inventei algo que pode nos ajudar muito nessa viagem. Até logo. - se afastou um pouco - E eu não preciso de psicóloga.

- Até.  – infelizmente foi quando o mais velho estava longe que ela lembrou que ele não estava levando nenhum tipo de alimento, ela colocou a mão contra o capacete e suspirou, teria que levar algo para ele mais tarde.

- Red! Já chegou a sua vez. – foi até o irmão e Cyan que surpreendente estavam conversando tranquilamente, uma situação rara.  Pegou a bandeja com alimentos envoltos por papel alumínio, todos bem protegidos dentro de uma redoma de vidro. E como o seu traje, a bandeja era vermelha.

Os dois se despediram de Cyan e fizeram o caminho de volta pelo corredor branco e bem iluminado, sem janelas ou qualquer tipo de visão do lado de fora. Red sempre cumprimentado os outros colegas de base e parando algumas vezes para receber felicitações pelo cargo que adquiriu. Enquanto Black ficava a postos ao seu lado para que ninguém tentasse algo, era comum tripulantes desesperados tentarem convencer líderes de naves a levá-los. Quando chegaram ao quarto de porta vermelha, foram recebidos por vários jatos de gás branco feitos para acabar com qualquer vírus ou bactéria que tenha se grudado nos trajes. Com um pouco de esforço em pouco tempo, os dois só estavam de colã. Red se sentou na cama e logo abriu sua bandeja duplamente protegida, tirou o sanduíche de patê de frango do meio do papel alumínio e deu o copo para que seu irmão pudesse abrir. E logo os dois já estavam tomando café.

- Será que antes as pessoas pensavam que vida animal valeria menos que vegetal? – disse Black enquanto mastigava seu próprio sanduíche.

- Não fale de boca cheia, é nojento. E provavelmente não, mas isso é só frango e existem milhões, não vamos ter uma conversa filosófica sobre isso agora.

- … Parece que muitas naves não chegam a Pollos, e quando chegam é só metade da tripulação.

- Isso é uma história de terror, não se preocupe com isso. O que pode acontecer? Um vírus espacial que faz todo mundo se matar? Não, melhor, um alienígena. – Red riu com gosto enquanto Black fazia uma carranca.

- Vai saber? Talvez seja verdade, talvez não. Mas só para garantir eu vou ficar perto de você.

- Você está sendo medroso.

- Não sou medroso! – os dois ficaram quietos por um momento, aproveitando o pouco tempo sem fazer nada. – vem, vamos nos vestir. Temos treino.

- Vamos.

Quando saíram do quarto se encontraram com Pink e Yellow que já estavam se preparando para bater na porta. Black deu um pequeno aceno de cabeça para Red e saiu enquanto Pink olhou um pouco triste para as costas do homem, gostava tanto dele mas diferente dos outros tripulantes, ele não lhe dava a mínima atenção, não importava o quanto tentasse. Pink tinha cabelos pretos channel, pele branca e olhos pretos, enquanto Yellow tinha cabelos loiro mel, olhos azuis e pele branca. As três eram amigas desde o primeiro dia no programa Mira, mas o amor de Pink por Black vem de muito antes.

- E então Red- Digo, capitã Red. O que vamos fazer? – era óbvio que Pink ainda estava mal pela rejeição continua, mas Red não poderia fazer nada, não tinha experiências amorosas e nunca sequer havia se apaixonado por alguém, como diz Yellow; ela tinha um coração de gelo. E se fosse para ficar como Pink, a capitã preferia continuar como estava.

- O de sempre. Vamos treinar. Alguém sabe se Purple já está de pé? Não quero dar viagem perdida.

- Sim, está, vi ela saindo da cafeteria quando fui tomar café. – disse Yellow tentando animar um pouco o clima que envolvia a sua amiga rosada.

- Então vamos até ela. - Pink falou, um sorriso forçado estava em seu rosto, as mãos apertadas em punhos.

- Claro. Pink você pode ir na frente? Quero conversar um pouco com a Red.

- Certo, até logo. – quando a rosa já havia tomado alguma distância, Yellow puxou Red para próximo a parede, para que as duas ficassem apoiadas e não atrapalhassem o tráfego de pessoas.

- Red, você não pode conversar com Black? Eu sei que ela gosta dele, você também, toda a tripulação. Por que ele é o único que não se importa? Ele podia falar pelo menos um "oi" ou "bom dia".

- Acredite Yellow, ele se importa e está preocupado com ela. Eu sei que para preservarmos nossa espécie precisamos nos reproduzir coisa e tal. Mas não é o momento, não aqui. Dark Green e Orange ainda não tiveram filhos porque sabem a dificuldade que foi educar Cyan sozinhos, e estão esperando o momento certo. Black também pensa assim, ele não quer ter um relacionamento com ninguém ainda, ele quer chegar a Pollos e lá sim, ter um relacionamento com maiores chances de dar certo. 

- Mas ela... – Yellow foi interrompida pela mulher de traje vermelho que levantou a mão.

- Eu não posso forçar meu irmão a ama-lá, é uma escolha dele. - quando Yellow abriu a boca, mas foi impedida de falar por Red. - Não me interrompa, ainda não terminei. Vamos criar uma simulação, está bem? Estamos todos bem até que do nada acontece um acidente na nave e Black morre. O que você acha que vai acontecer com Pink, com sua capitã e o restante da nave? Todos ficariam mal não é? Uma líder que está com a mente tomada pela dor da perda e uma cientista depressiva que não consegue se concentrar no próprio trabalho. Nós duas conhecemos bem o amor dela.

- Você tem razão, me desculpe por incomodar você com isso, mas fico preocupada. – Red sentiu compaixão por Yellow naquele momento, a italiana só estava cuidando de sua amiga.

- Está tudo bem, acredite. Só deixe o tempo resolver essa situação dos dois e não vamos nos meter, sei que vai dar tudo certo. E com sorte dela, meus futuros sobrinhos podem usar rosa. – as duas riram, Red conseguiu descontrair o clima e ficaram em silêncio por um tempo. A verdade é que a situação de Pink não era novidade para ninguém,as tentava deixar sua preocupação de lado, se tivesse qualquer problema, seu irmão viria falar com ela.

- Por isso você foi escolhida como capitã, sempre tão calma. Agora vamos.

- Vamos.

As duas tomaram rumo ao quarto de Purple, quando chegaram encontraram Pink e ela conversando tranquilamente. Quando a roxa viu Red e Yellow se aproximando, ligou o seu comunicador, pedindo contato para os comunicadores das recém chegadas e logo um grito agudo de bom-dia preencheu o capacete das duas. 

- Olá Purple. – Yellow estava ocupada demais dando tapas fracos em seu próprio capacete para que a voz parasse de fazer eco no comunicador e deixou a parte da socialização para Red que como capitã era obrigada a manter a compostura, mesmo que não pudesse se livrar do tom agudo em seus ouvidos.

- Vamos treinar meninas! Estou tão empolgada, logo vamos poder ver o espaço todinho, ver os planetas, as estrelas. Será que vamos passar perto de alguma Anã Vermelha? Eu espero que sim. – as três se perguntavam como a mulher de vinte e nove anos conseguia ficar saltitando com uma roupa tão Yellow e Pink olharam para Red atrás de alguma resposta. Desconectando de Purple ela respondeu.

- Ela consegue levantar oitenta quilos, o que vocês esperavam mesmo?. – A rodeada era conhecida por ter uma força bruta considerável, uma estrutura muscular forte o suficiente para não ser afetada por treinos de gravidade.

- Olha… Isso está certo? - Yellow perguntou mas não recebeu resposta das duas.

[cozage]

hii!! can i request for the event?? had this weird little scenario where a little kid goes up to reader, completely in love and confessing their love (even tho reader doesnt know who this little kid is) and the op men just look at what's happening with either a "😬" or "😠" reaction. any characters for this scenario would work but if you could put zoro as part of the 3 that would be great

Child Crushes Send me an event request!

Characters: fem reader x Zoro, Sanji, Shanks Total word count: 600

Zoro

“You are so beautiful!” A child screamed, slamming into you and wrapping his arms around your midrift tightly. “I love you!” 

“Hey!” Zoro shouted, reaching for the kid. “Get off her!”

“Zoro!” you chided, shielding the kid from your boyfriend's wrath. “It’s okay!”

“You are the most amazing lady I’ve ever seen! Your smile is radiant, and you are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met!”

You laughed, slowly prying the kid off of you. You were about to bend down to talk to him, but Zoro beat you to it. 

“Listen brat,” he hissed. “Go find another beautiful lady! This one is mine.”

The kid stuck his tongue at Zoro. “If you keep being so mean, she’ll leave you for a real man like me!”

“What did you-!”

“Zoro, stop!” you giggled, pulling him away. You looked back at the little boy, giving him a wink. “It was nice to meet you!”

“I’ll see you soon, lovely lady!”

You intertwined your arm with Zoro’s again, laughing at his outburst. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“He reminded me of that stupid cook,” Zoro groaned. “Besides, that kid needs to buzz off. You’re already taken.”

Sanji

“Excuse me miss,” a small voice came from behind you, and you turned around. 

He was young. Probably around 6 or 7, with caramel brown hair and clear blue eyes.

“Hi there,” you said, breaking away from Sanji’s hold so you could squat down so you were at eye level with him. 

“I just wanted to tell you are the most beautiful woman alive.” He held out a wildflower with small white petals. “Will you marry me?”

You giggled at his request. His bluntness reminded you of someone else you knew. 

“I’m flattered. How about you come find me when you’re older?” you challenged. 

He pushed the flower into your hands. “I will. I’ll never forget you! Until then, here’s something to remember me by!”

He took off, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You laughed and stood up, your hand returning to Sanji’s. 

“You have competition,” you teased.

Sanji hummed pleasantly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “He has good taste in women. Can’t argue with that.”

Shanks

You unfolded the note the little boy had given you and read the scribbles across the paper. 

Please make my day and kiss me. You are so beautiful and kind. I love you.

Shanks peered over your shoulder, looking at the note, and burst out into laughter. 

“Shanks!” you scolded under your breath. “Don’t laugh!”

“Look kid, only a real man gets to kiss this lady.” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek to prove his point. 

The kid looked at you and him, and then ran off. 

“Shanks!”

“He’ll be back, don’t worry.”

Shanks was right. A few hours later, the kid was standing at the end of the bar, peeking out and watching you from afar. 

“You wanna impress her?” Shanks asked, creeping up behind the boy. “Give her a rose and ask her for a kiss. To her face. Like a man.”

“Will that work?” the boy whispered, glancing back at you nervously. 

“That’s how I got her to kiss me,” he admitted. “Good news for you, I even have a spare rose.”

The little boy walked up to you, his knees visibly shaking as he gripped the rose in his hands. 

“I got this for you,” he said softly. “Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes darted to Shanks, a smile dancing across your lips. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking the flower from him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I’d be honored to kiss such a polite young man.”

[inquisitor-runa]

They get jealous of you talking to someone else

cont: swearing, suggestiveness, crack, jealousy, brief mention of toxic behavior (nothing major, but it could be a trigger)

fem reader.

MINORS DNI

Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Sanji, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.

I'm weak for jealous Shanks .

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