#sabo x coby

[slaceythatcat]

Do yall see the vision…

Normal torture doesn’t work on Sabo so I have to make his situationship have a crush on his little brother lmao

[roses-n-stars-art]

How it’s going ⬆️ vs how it started ⬇️

Kinda spicy under the cut so beware??

[luna-mad-talks]

*Cutely poses*

Sabo/Koby

Cobylu/Kobylu but it's mostly just Koby pov because I love him

A Koby's Character Study poem thingy

also tag @invadertoph

[quinloki]

whatre your thoughts on sabocoby? xam recently got me hooked and im so deep in the brainrot.

Man I’ve been eating up @xamaxenta ‘s brain rot on Sabocoby as well xD

I don’t really have many thoughts on it, but I think what I love about it is the versatility of it. It can be so unapologetically dark and at the same time it could be sweet as sugar too.

Cause you have the Marine v Revolutionary vibe, and Sabo’s madness alongside that, and the havoc he could unleash - he’d break poor little Coby, and it could be such a twisted and delightful fall into depravity I could just devour with glee. Real “mind the tags lads, we’re getting deep and dark on this one” type stuff.

But also, circumstances could allow for an understanding - shared admiration and concern for Luffy could turn into a legit forbidden romance deal. Coby’s such a cinnamon roll and I’m sure Sabo could relate parts of him to Luffy and that would stave off a kind of toxicity that could otherwise appear. I can see Sabo being so patient and so persistent and so sweet and Coby’s best efforts aren’t going to save him from the delicate lines Sabo weaves around him.

Cause even as a sweet romance it is still very much a spider v fly kind of setup. Not to put Coby down, but he does not have Sabo’s fangs.

[namism]

their love languages

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader

➳ summary: Looking into everyone's top love language/s with Sanji, Nami, Law, Zoro, Kid, Koby, & Sabo.

➳ notes: thank you for 200 followers!! i don't write headcanons, but here's a special treat for everyone who's ever read, liked, and supported my fics! 🧡

Sanji: Words of Affirmation

Above everything, Sanji is a smooth talker.

He's incredibly good at romancing you through his words that it doesn't take long for you to completely fall head over heels for him.

Canonically, he calls people with different pet names. "Mellorine" is arguably the most creative. If he were with you (or were trying to flirt with you), he would definitely create a personal nickname that only he would call you.

That said, there is no defeating his terms of endearment. All of them are truly endearing.

Also, best believe that he's amazing at communication.

You know how couples need therapy because their communication sucks? Yeah, that's not happening in a relationship with Sanji.

If this man can flirt through words, then he can talk things out with you.

Overall, Sanji is a very romantic person, but he would work out the most with someone whose primary love language is words of affirmation.

Acts of service as second? Sure. Quality time as third? Sure, but overall, words of affirmation takes the cake.

His sweet talking is just something an ordinary person can't resist.

Nami: Quality time/Gift giving

Is this a hot take? Maybe, but Nami is definitely sweet to whoever she ends up falling for.

She values hanging out with her friends and the people she cares about, so it wouldn't be any different if it were with you, the person she's into. Something about spending time alone together is intimate for her.

On another note, Nami would totally be into giving gifts.

Being the treasurer of the ship apart from the navigator, everyone is aware that she's strict with where the Straw Hats' money goes. It's safe to say that this would be the case for her personal savings as well, even though she likes to treat herself every so often.

But being a shopaholic just means that she loves buying things not only for herself but also for you.

Nami would totally buy you gifts if she finds anything that reminds her of you, and you can imagine it playing out sweetly.

Who knew the frugal Nami would willingly spend money on someone she likes? It makes you feel incredibly special because she doesn't casually do that for other people.

Law: Quality time/Acts of service

If you were a member of Law's crew, he would definitely appreciate the one-on-one appointments with you whenever you needed a checkup or anything of the sort.

Call it unethical, but let's be serious—he's a pirate who happens to be a doctor (or is it the reverse?), his epithet is quite literally "Surgeon of Death," and above all else, he isn't doing anything malicious when you come to him.

Instead, it's all sweet and innocent. If Law were to like you, he initially wouldn't know how to act around you, so he's grateful for the quiet moments that you share together alone, no matter the circumstance.

He would enjoy your company and would totally think that being extra cautious and careful toward your health is a good way of subtly letting you know that he cares for you.

He would be the type to do things for you without being asked. Usually it would be medical related, but once he gets more comfortable about showing his feelings, best believe it would be more than just that.

Zoro: Acts of service

Zoro is the type to save people, so he would keep an eye on you every time danger arises.

While he would save any innocent person or civilian in danger, his decision to rescue you whenever you need rescuing comes from a more personal reason rather than simply playing a hero.

Newsflash: it's because he likes you.

He isn't the type to show his interest toward someone through other means anyway, so his best bet is showing it all through actions that you never asked for to begin with.

His feelings would become more obvious the more he does things for you without question, which he would be pleased by because it would mean that you're picking up on his signs.

He would work best with someone whose love language is servitude, especially if you're the type to appreciate the little things that people do out of genuine concern.

Kid: Physical touch/Words of affirmation

When it comes to Kid, he's heavy on physical touch if you already have an established relationship.

Of course, he wouldn't do anything if you guys aren't official yet—even though he's bolder at flirting than the average One Piece man, he wouldn't want to come off as creepy.

Hence, physical touch is the way to go once you're together. He would be the clingy type in his own unique fashion.

If you aren't together yet, he would show his love through words of affirmation.

However, it isn't anything like Sanji's sweet talking in a way that is straight out of a romance film. Kid has his own way of doing things, so he would affirm you through compliments that often have one or two cuss words in them, which end up sounding mean but isn't actually mean.

For example: "Great job, brat. You did a shitty job last time, so it's nice to see you outdoing yourself."

Kid is just that guy, but he can also be sweet if the moment calls for it

If you're into those kinds of things, then dating him would be no problem.

Koby: Acts of service

Koby wasn't dubbed "Koby the Hero" for nothing. This man is deemed a hero even outside of work because of what he does for you.

Koby would be the shy type in a relationship since he stutters as a habit, so he would comfortably express it through actions.

Similar to Zoro, if you need rescuing, then he will be there. He would do things for you out of kindness because he likes you.

His love for you would be innocent and sweet.

On that note, Koby would be the type to do the smallest things for you, so if you're the kind of person who would be driven insane by the smallest acts of kindness, then Koby's your guy.

He would hold the door for you, get a glass of water for you if you're thirsty, check up on you randomly, and ask you to continue speaking if you accidentally happen to talk over each other.

Koby does his best to express his feelings, so he hopes his actions are good enough.

Sabo: Acts of service

In a perfect world, Sabo would make an amazing Prince.

It would seem ironic given how he canonically hated the nobility (including his family) because of the way they looked down on the less fortunate, but if Sabo never left nobility, he would be a Disney Prince.

Sabo does things in service, so it would be no different for him to initiate acts of service toward you.

He would be the type to do things without expecting anything in return.

Similar to how he would drop everything should Luffy or Ace be in danger, he would immediately go out of his way to save you or tend to your needs if the situation calls for it.

It's his way of expressing that he cares for you, and he sure as hell would make sure that you know he's interested.

[mushroomgrenade]

A blob of all the individual icons I made for the

@opmlmzine (So you can play mix match) Feel free to use them! Please credit me if you do!

[merbear25]

Heyy!!!! I know requests are closed but when requests are open could you do One Piece characters reaction to seeing their Fem!S/O shaking that ass (twerking LMFAO) Like who would get shy, who would get turned on or get HARD ASF, etc. Idk I was thinking of it and I thought it would be funny and I didn’t wanted to forget this😭

This was sent so long ago, so I hope you're still here, my lovely anon! These types of requests are so fun. I hope you enjoy what I've written for you 💜💜

CW: suggestive, fem!reader in mind but nothing specific mentioned, headcanons/scenarios, established relationship

Twerking for the OP Men

Is shy but into it: Rosinante, Law, Katakuri

You’d caught them off guard. When you set the mood, they could feel their cheeks prickling with heat, and although their eyes grew wide, they couldn’t look away. You got something stirring in them, but they were hesitant to reach out and touch.

Is embarrassed: Koby, Usopp

Face burning a bright shade of red, their hands nervously gripping their pants, and their eyes flicking to the side every now and then: they weren’t sure how to process your attempt at twerking. As much as they adored you, they were not as bold as you.

Sits back and enjoys the show: Smoker, Crocodile, Mihawk, Doflamingo

The bounce of your hips, the way you tried so hard to entice them: it was giving them immense satisfaction. You were after more - that much was obvious - but the delightful display in front of them was worth taking the time to appreciate.

Gets handsy: Sanji, Sabo, Rosinante, Ace, Kid, Law, Caesar

What an unexpected treat. The mood having been set when coupled with your hypnotic movements were too perfect to simply watch. Their hands roamed over your, caressing each bounce of your hips. You were theirs and you were ripe for the taking.

Makes you work for it: Crocodile, Doflamingo, Kid, Zoro

If they were going to take time out of their schedule to watch this, they were going to make sure you really put your back into it. Their coaxing snaked around you, giving you a promise of a reward so long as you showed you deserved it.

[zethsdumpster]

Now the randos of @ryiju-muunie 's hybrid au

Guess whose number is number 4 lmao

Cuz that's not Sabo's jersey

Also, Sabo, the Captain of Ace's team, in the ring vs outside of it lmao

That's one bloodlust-filled sheep

[straws-and-sunflowers]

Can You draw luffy singer and fans hancock shirahoshi viví Rebecca Coby law Ace sabo Shanks fans.

I love You draw Is perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect wow.

This took so long.

[misti-chan]

headcanons about reacting to the person who likes them secretly drawing them

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general headcanons

headcanons about Caesar’s childhood and past

headcanons about having a candy addicted s/o

headcanons for Caesar and his relationship with his kids

headcanons for Caesar with a clingy s/o

headcanons for receiving headpats

headcanons for receiving hugs

headcanons with a reader who likes to cheer him by dancing

love language (giving and receiving)

playlist “failed lab experiment”

Drabble (1)

headcanons about reacting to the person who likes them secretly drawing them

headcanons for cuddling and sleeping

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headcanons for “with a marine s/o who has Borsalino for uncle”

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cuddling headcanons

headcanons for confession

headcanons for dealing with a depressed!s/o

headcanons for emotionally hurt!reader after a big fight

headcanons for realizing he loves you

headcanons for someone flirting with his s/o

headcanons for a very affectionate reader

headcanons for wearing his coat

playlist “flirting with Sir Crocodile”

headcanons for what their s/o does to make them laugh

celebrating crocodile birthday

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headcanons for emotionally hurt!reader after a big fight

headcanons with a reader who likes to cheer him by dancing

headcanons for wearing his coat

headcanons for taking his s/o shopping

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headcanons for realizing he loves you

headcanons for someone flirting with his s/o

headcanons for a s/o turned into a kid by Bonney 

headcanons for what their s/o does to make them laugh

headcanons for taking s/o shopping

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general romantic headcanons

general romantic headcanons

pining headcanons

headcanons for confession

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headcanons for having an s/o who loves feminine things

playlist “part of the revolutionary with Sabo”

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headcanons about reacting to the person who likes them secretly drawing them

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general romantic headcanons

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.cuddling headcanons

headcanons for emotionally hurt!reader after a big fight

headcanons for realizing he loves you

headcanons for someone flirting with his s/o

headcanons for a very affectionate reader

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headcanons for a s/o turned into a kid by Bonney

headcanons for what their s/o does to make them laugh

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general romantic headcanons

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[princesszombie05]

RED SCAR

YANDERE ONE PIECE X (fem) READER

WARNINGS

In this story there will be heavy graphic themes, such as: dysfunctional behaviors, eating disorders , self-esteem problems and resulting mood problems, representation of personality disorders, toxic and dysfunctional relationships, obsessive behaviors, etc...

The characters of One Piece will be represented differently from certain points of view, especially on a character level.

One Piece characters don't belong to me, but they belong to their creator.

This story aims to observe and denounce the dysfunctional behaviors represented and not in any way idealize them!

Plot:

(Y/n), a girl with a despotic belonging finds herself having her life turned upside down, but not by her own will. New house, new school, new opportunities, but the past seems to continue to haunt her, and her relationship with others begins to become increasingly stormy, especially towards those who seem to care or be interested in her.

Chapter 1: New life

Never in her life would she have thought she would be in this situation. It was like one of those lucid dreams that you have when you are dormant: so real to feel it on your skin, in the flesh, but so absurd that the brain still can't process it, it doesn't know if it's dreaming or if it's still awake.

She was in a car with an smell of old accompanied by a hot that she didn't know where it came from.

These elements were not helping her mental state at that time.

She wanted everything to be a bad dream, but it was so real that it made her bite the tips of her fingers and gave her chills.

She felt empty and angry, even if she didn't know who to vent her anger to, whether on herself or on the outside world, but she already knows that she will do it on both.

The man with thick and long white hair in the meantime watched her worriedly from the rearview mirror, fixing the small iron glasses from time to time with a spasm of the straight nose.

A whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, yet he couldn't give concreteness to any of these. He, who always gave advice to teenagers, couldn't really understand his niece, and not only that, he couldn't even think of a few words of comfort for her. He felt useless, like a used piece, when he was around him.

He had also been a teenager, but he just couldn't understand how his niece's head worked.

He could only reassure himself by repeating in his mind very general and bland notions that they always communicated to him when he was young: he blamed the adolescent hormones, perhaps a sort of desire to provoke the adult he has at that age, to experience it to try to create a personality; but deep down he knew that none of these labels reflected his niece, and more than reassure him it made his stomach roll on himself.

Rayleigh, this was the man's name, he really couldn't understand, he was so used to working with teenage boys, he had been doing it for years: he gave advice when they had problems at school, with their parents, in love; he understood them and thought he could do it well, and he still didn't understand his niece, what he felt, how he felt.

It didn't matter how hard he tried, but that little girl was an impenetrable wall for him; and this frustrated him and made him worry.

Even the girl's father, whom he had known since he was little, was a bit closed, but at the same time brilliant. He was always on his own, but it had never been like that.

He had never worried him like that, he hadn't forced his parents to send him to another city "to change the air".

Once they arrived, the man turned to observe his niece.

Technically she was not his niece, he had been the companion of his father's mother before she died. He was seventeen years younger than her. Another love disappointment to add to the list.

Despite this, the young girl has always called him "unce", this has also become a habit for the rest of the family.

The girl of full response did not even deign to look at him; the words died on the tip of his tongue. He therefore decided to head outside the car and unload the suitcases to bring them into the house.

When the girl noticed that the man had finally left, she went down.

She didn't want to talk to anyone, she had even sat in the back seat and not next to her uncle, just to make a mockery of him, to get a reaction from him, to make him feel at least some pain that she was feeling, even if he had done nothing, and this is precisely his fault. He looked at her in response like a beaten dog and turned on the car starting to drive, in absolute silence.

The girl breathed deeply, almost as if she lacked air, almost as if she was trying to cool what she had inside with the fresh air from the hill where she was. From there she could see the whole town where she had happened unfortunately.

After several minutes spent in the small well-kept garden, she finally decided to enter, something she was particularly afraid of: entering, entering and overtaking that threshold, a metaphor for the new life she is about to undertake and that did not belong to her. She wanted to leave the past behind, but now that she had the chance she wanted to hold on to that old pain, because the only family thing she had left.

She hated to behave so ungratefully with her uncle, but she didn't want to and couldn't swallow this bitter bite, she couldn't, even if deep down she knows that she will be forced to do it, not only for her sanity and for her dignity, but also and above all for those who love her.

She has always wanted to be the daughter, the friend, the sister, the perfect girl, get good grades, always be kind to everyone, be able to face her problems in a mature way and not with the dysfunctional methods she uses.

But at the same time she wants to hate them all, so much that hatred tears her flesh, she wants to see their faces longing for her to worry and make them believe that it's their fault if it's like that, but in reality it's all her fault, she scarned herself, she ruined herself.

They don't understand it, they don't understand all the effort that makes you weigh every fiber, every little bone, when it's time to get up in the morning and try to survive, when even the air weighs on your head and when you breathe it seems to fill your lungs with pebbles.

Nobody really knows what she feels, not even she deep down.

She finally enters the lobby, the unfamiliar smell of someone else's house impregnates her nostrils and clothes, in a while it will also be her smell.

This makes her shudder and makes her come down a small crystalline tear that flows from her left eye stopping in the middle of the made-up cheek, then falling ruinously on the red shirt she wears.

<<(y/n)? >>

As soon as she hears his uncle's baritone voice, she immediately gets up again, pretending nothing happened, as always.

<<Yes? >> << Today I'm going to train my boys>>

And when the man pronounced "my boys" (y/n) swore that her insides had a slight sting of pain.

It still hurt even if they didn't notice it.

Her uncle has never been so excited to see her, but he’s so happy to see those guys.

According to the girl, this frivolous information was clear proof of the fact that the man was more interested in a bunch of guys he had known for two weeks than in passing time than his traumatized niece.

And this gave her confirmation, she didn't know if it hurt more or she felt more relieved; maybe it would have hurt more to know that she was doing so much scene for nothing, and deep down she knew that it was much more likely that it was like that, but she can't control her emotions, her thoughts.

<<So at least you can do all your things without an old man between your feet>> Rayleigh then added with a half smile, almost as if comforting her, but you could see from a distance a mile that not even he knew how to behave.

<<Okay>> she answered before going to look for her new room not feeling the sigh drawn by the man behind her.

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..

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After an hour she received a message from the man informing her that they would eat pizza tonight, to which the girl was a little torn, but she didn't care, she was joyful, because maybe her uncle was actually happy that she was coming to live with him and wanted to celebrate by taking pizza.

She quickly took her agenda and checked: she had ingested twenty calories of grapes, forty calories of creackers and a zero calorie of Coca-Cola. Her plan today was not to binge, especially with a super caloric pizza, but she was so happy that her uncle wanted to celebrate that she lets it go.

After learning this, the girl's empty stomach seemed to be sentient, as she began to grumble vigorously.

After about half an hour the doorbell rang, the girl thought it was strange that her uncle rang to enter her house, but she thought that maybe she had forgotten the keys.

She opened the door and found herself in front of a boy who could have been her age, he had medium-long light pink hair and a little disheveled and on his face a shocked expression.

In a hurry he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and observed it obsessively, and then stared terrified in the girl's eyes.

<<Sorry, but this is Silver Rayleigh's house, right? >>

<<Yes, and you are? >>

<<Coby, I mean, I meant, I'm the delivery boy, I have to deliver the pizzas>>

He spoke stuttering so fast that the girl almost didn't understand him.

<<Given it to me>>

<<Or yes, of course! >>

He handed her ten huge boxes of pizza with almost trembling arms.

<<Wait, maybe, I'll take them inside. Don't worry, I know Rayleigh, he's my P.E. teacher>>

<<Ah, of course>> she replied absently thinking about the abnormal number of pizzas.

Uncle invited someone, she thought.

She thought it was maybe to introduce her to new people, he was happy to have her here, right?

The boy put the pizza boxes on the big wooden table in the living room.

<<So...you are... >>

<<Her niece>> quickly hurried to answer(y/n), predicting the boy's insinuation. Her uncle used to accompany himself with several young women.

<<Ah, okay...and did you just move? >>

The girl nodded quickly.

<<Are you organizing a party? >> he looks at all the pizzas boxes.

The girl looked him in the eyes, uncertain about what he meant, since she didn't even know about it, and this upset her, every little unexpected thing she didn't know upset her, but she tried to stay calm, not only not to give a bad impression but also for herself.

<<Apparently my uncle invited some people>> she concluded with a nervous giggle trying to make it look like it was all in all.

Fortunately, to save them from the embarrassing silence that was being created was the door that opened, revealing Rayleigh.

<<Oh hey, hi Coby, how->> the man was interrupted at the beginning of the question by screams, and suddenly a boy with short black hair entered the room like a hurricane, followed by a small group of other boys.

(Y/n) just knew she was confused, she didn't understand her uncle's intentions.

<<Hey, Luffy calm down>> Rayleigh suddenly blurted out as she put the keys on the chest of drawers and approached the living room table starting to open the pizza boxes to check their contents.

<<(y/n) I don't remember how you liked pizza, but you eat everything anyway, right? >>

This phrase, said so lightly and with disturbing alternative meaning in her mind, broke her heart.

She tried to reassure herself that there was no malice in what his uncle had said, but she could not suppress the impulse to put her arms in front of her stomach trying to cover herself from the eyes of strangers who seemed to weigh inexorably on her figure, scan every gram of fat in her body.

She answered febly with a simple and resigned "yes".

<<Coby- called Rayleigh suddenly, waking up the boy who in the meantime was watching (y/n) with a lost look- stay for tonight, will I talk to Alvida, or do you still have to deliver orders? >>

<<No, in fact, teacher, it was your last order>>

The man smiled.

<<Perfect, then stay. (Y/n), please, go get the dishes>>

The fact that her uncle had not even wasted himself in introducing her further aggravate the situation in the girl's mind to the extremes.

She put the dishes on the dark wood of the table, she didn't dare to look up, in her mind everyone was looking at her thinking about how miserable she was, and despite the number on the scale she kept going down vertiginously, in the mirror she always saw that she was too fat, that something was wrong with her face, in her hair; and then she still thought about it, maybe there was something deeply embarrassing in the way she walked or maybe even in the way she sat. It must have seemed ridiculous, there was no other perspective; and for this it had to work harder.

She finally looked up only when they were all around the table, the looks of others scared her, but not like that meagre slice of Margherita that was resting on the white porcelain of the plate.

She tried to be casual, but the truth was that she couldn't eat in front of the others, not anymore.

She looked at the hyperactive dark boy who was talking loudly with his uncle, it was a fraction of a second, but she felt a rush of anxiety in her veins and for this reason she immediately looked away.

She felt wrong and in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She went back to look at her slice of pizza, praying that no one had noticed that she hadn't touched food yet.

<<What's your name? >>

The question immediately raised the girl's face, finding herself in front of the same onyx eyes crossed a few seconds before.

He had a dazzling smile on his face and his amber skin was embellished with a small scar under his left eye.

<<(y/n)>> she answered quickly, her gaze also wandered on the faces of the others, who had now stopped talking to each other and were watching her.

Her heart was beating fast, she wasn't used to all this attention, especially from the opposite sex, and she didn't know if this thing scared her or liked her.

Then his uncle intervened in the conversation.

<<My niece has just moved and from tomorrow she will start attending school here, and, by the way, I think you are the same age, so you will be in class together, maybe Coby is the little one here>>

The pink-haired boy smiled embarrassed at Rayleigh's statement.

<<And anyway, (y/n), if you need information for school, I'm there too; in fact if you're in class with them I'll be your teacher, better than that, even if tomorrow is my day off maybe... >>

He treated the back of his neck while trying to remember.

<<If you want. my brothers and I make this road every day to go to school, we can take her tomorrow>> the same boy offered himself to her uncle before he continued to observe her with the same smile printed on his beautiful face.

<< It’s ‘Sir’, dumbass! >> A curly and amber-skinned boy interrupted him.

Meanwhile, the girl, who couldn't stand the brunette's oppressive gaze, began to look around the room until she crossed the gaze of a boy with mint green hair. His essence was cooling and he observed it in her soul with those steel-colored eyes, as if he knew, and with this terrible hypothesis that was flooding her meninges, she immediately looked away and finally took the cutlery in her hand, starting to cut the slice on the plate with ease, as if it were a natural gesture and not dictated by panic.

She tried not to think about it too much and immediately put the little piece in his mouth, chewing quickly.

If she had thought about it further, she would probably have gone crazy.

She no longer dared to point his gaze in the direction of that boy with the freezing irises but it is as if the frost of his presence followed his figure making her snare and paper the skin of her neck like a worn sheet of paper.

When the evening was finally over it was already past twenty-one.

(Y/n) lay down on the bed of her room exhausted from the day just passed, but even more tired at the mere thought that this would now be her life.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, before her uncle opened it making his head pot slightly.

<<Sorry (y/n) if I'm bothering you. Luffy told me that tomorrow they will be here at half past seven>>

<<Okay, thank you very much>>

<<Good night>>

<<Night>>

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 3 Side D

Saby art by @cephalopodux

Propaganda under the cut.

Saby:

Why vote sabo and coby? Sabo dedicates his whole life fighting against the system, coby dedicates his whole life to serving the people. This is a ship about ideals, about helping people, about the reluctant acceptance that yes, this person from the other side thats supposed to be my enemy has the same opinions as me. Sabo at the top of the revolutionaries, coby steadily rising through marine ranks. That alone makes for an incredibly fun dynamic. they‘d be like schroedingers divorce, they‘re together they‘re divorced, they‘ve never been together. They live completely different lives that sometimes briefly and intensely clash. Not fun enough? Coby joins sword. Which means he‘s given up proper position as a marine to help people without having to follow commands. He‘s allowed to do what he wants but at the same time the government can drop him at any time and that‘s a risk he‘s willing to take because his dream isn’t just being a marine, it‘s being a good one. What i‘m saying is the organisation sword just has a fascinating relationship to justice and helping people that so strongly overlaps with the RA and coby and sabo should kiss about it. There can also be some animosity in the beginning stages as a treat. Some being enemies. For funsies.

They'd be enemies on principal because of their respective organizations, but they have similar ideals and their love of luffy would bring them together! Theres so much potential for angst and yearning! Their jobs keep them incredibly busy, they're constantly putting their lives on the line, and the news is full of propaganda, so they're constantly stress reading the news and having to trust that their partner isn't committing atrocities.

Tyrannosaurus’s two dads: Iceberg needs a stern presence to act as a solid second father figure for his mouse child named after a dinosaur. Drake might be a different dino, but he can still be a responsible parent.

[booburt]

meeting ur bfs scary older brothers 😔😔😔🤞🤞

[namism]

holding your hand

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader

➳ summary: How Sanji, Nami, Law, Zoro, Kid, Koby, & Sabo secretly hold your hand.

➳ notes: happy 300, and happy valentine's! 🧡

Sanji

Sanji isn't ashamed of showing affection publicly, so he holds your hand most of the time.

However, he does so in such a way that he considers pretty mild.

Some of the Straw Hats believe otherwise, though.

Notably, Zoro calls his affectionate hand-holding initiatives "shameless" and insults him for his disgraceful public display of affection.

But Sanji can only chuckle to himself as he continues with his gestures—Zoro doesn't know what he's talking about.

This is pretty mild, and it's not at all shameless.

Just how would the swordsman react when he sees how much more physical Sanji gets in private?

Sanji is a sucker for you. He loves getting physically touchy once you show that you're comfortable with it.

Holding your hand is just another way that he shows his affection; he usually shows it through light feathery kisses on the back of your hands and lips, but in public, the safest option is hand-holding.

When you're around people, your fingers are loosely intertwined with his.

When you're alone together, Sanji massages and plays with your fingers gently and intimately. Sensually.

Even then, it doesn't bother you because he seems to be genuinely enjoying himself.

He runs his fingertips across your skin, feeling its texture and seemingly memorizing the way your fingers curve.

He admires your nails as his brain gradually shuts off after a long day of working at the ship.

Sanji doesn't care what you're doing as long as he gets to play with your hands. You can be reading a book or dozing off calmly, and he would continue with his movements.

Some days when he's extremely tired, he falls asleep holding your hand loosely and it makes you feel warm inside. On those occasions, you cuddle up beside him and drift off to sleep as well.

Nami

Nami is secure woman.

That said, hand-holding is just another lovely gesture that you have both grown accustomed to in your relationship.

It's a normal occurrence that doesn't strike any embarrassment or shame.

In all honesty, it's not her favorite romantic gesture, but it's an action socially acceptable enough when you're in public.

Even then, you don't hold hands 24/7.

But it does come in handy when someone attempts to flirt with her.

Yes, Nami can handle herself just fine against creepy people, but sometimes you just have to step in and do something, you know?

One time at a bar with some of the Straw Hats, a guy approached her and started using lame pick-up lines to win her heart.

Nami seems disinterested as usual, but you're head is burning with rage from the other end of the room.

You walk up to them briskly, and you immediately lock your hands with hers.

The dude doesn't get the hint, though. "Siblings?" he asks.

Nami clenches her hands with yours. Her eyes narrow, the hues in them darkening.

Yeah, this guy is stupid.

"Lovers, actually," she corrects.

And just like that, he's gone.

It's a great tactic, one that's funny, effective, and certainly something you would repeatedly do to keep people away from flirting with your girlfriend.

Law

Law is too shy to initiate romantic gestures in front of his friends. Ironically, he's more comfortable with being spotted by strangers in public than his friends or crew.

(It might be because he's always one tease away from ending up a pathetic blushing mess... compared to Penguin and Shachi, at least strangers know how to mind their business.)

Anyway, you don't understand his odd preferences, but you don't question it as long as he displays physical affection. The gestures aren't extreme; they're rather tame, but even the tamest of gestures in anyone's eyes is already the boldest of them in Law's mind.

He holds your hand when he's certain that nobody is around in the Polar Tang, or when the public space is clear of his eavesdropping crewmates.

His tattooed hand holds yours in a loose grip as the other rests on the sheath of his Kikoku over his shoulder, a sign of his relaxed demeanor as you walk side by side.

Law would tighten his grip when you drag him around or when he senses danger nearby.

One time, you were walking around Sabaody Archipelago when crowds of concertgoers swarmed the area and caused a bustling commotion at the grove.

Law's first instinct was to clench his hands with yours and pull you closer to him as strangers among strangers bumped into you after failed attempts to control their budding excitement.

Times like those call for Law's protectiveness, and whenever it happens, he tends to keep you close to him in fear of losing you in the crowd.

It almost happened before when a rival pirate crew raided an island the Heart Pirates were on, and Law was genuinely frightened.

From that day onward, he vowed to always hold your hand in some way.

Zoro

Zoro doesn't do hand-holding.

However, he does it in some way.

For one, if you have to dismount the ship or you're descending from a flight of stairs that can mess with your balance, he would, of course, offer his hand to help.

For two, if you get scared to walk alone at night or at a sketchy island with obstacles that can endanger your life, he would let you hold his hand.

You generally get a pass because it's you. If it were anyone else, he would feel uncomfortable.

When he sees Sanji swooning over a girl, his hands caressing her fingers as she laughs, Zoro notices how much she likes his touches.

The sight made Zoro snort. Frankly, Sanji looks stupid.

However, it gave him an idea to try it with you just once.

Just once.

He doesn't know how to initiate it because he never does these things.

When you want to be physically intimate, you do it through other means.

So as expected, Zoro executes it awkwardly, not until you show a reaction that has your whole face lighting up.

It's a normal day at the Thousand Sunny, with everyone on the crew busying themselves with personal work.

Zoro's resting at the upper deck by Nami's tangerine trees when you sit yourself beside him and lean your head on his shoulder to rest with him.

Zoro takes that opportunity to place his hand on top of yours, which shakes the sleepiness away from your senses and instead brings you energy.

He instantly feels warm inside seeing how happy you look, but he promises to never tell you that.

Kid

Oh, Kid loves to hold your hand, alright.

He realized recently how much better it is to hold you rather than to use his powers in magnetizing whatever metallic garment you're wearing so he could pull you next to him.

He holds your wrist with his metal hand, the size difference driving you insane.

But most of the time, he holds you with his human hand, which is still evidently larger than yours.

It's a sweet act in some way—the hand that represents his humanity is what he uses to hold you.

Anyway, he often drags you around the ship or island while holding your wrist tightly.

Sometimes, you initiate the hand-holding and make a poor attempt to lace your fingers with his.

It's a bit difficult to do since his fingers alone are so much larger than yours, but Kid silently enjoys it.

He likes to see you try, and it's a nice break from the usual way he holds you.

More often than not, he gets made fun of by Killer and his crew for acting so soft around you.

You don't take offense to it because they have made it clear that they were only making fun of their captain, the one who usually puts up a dominant exterior.

Kid wants to punch them for teasing him so badly, but their teasing doesn't stop him from holding hands with you.

Because deep inside, he knows that they don't mean any harm.

Koby

Shy Koby. You can only imagine the amount of time it took him to progress from minimal skinship to holding your hand for extended amounts of time.

Hint: it took him a couple of months.

Part of which is attributed to his shyness, but he also had to make sure that you were okay with it.

The first time it happened drove him insane, to say the least. Although it lasted shortly, feeling your hot skin on his sent a different type of surge through his body.

Sure, Helmeppo hugged him often, and Garp punched him when he misbehaved, but those were different.

Way different.

He wasn't used to it, but it didn't help that he had a crush on you, on top of the circumstance when it happened.

The both of you were cleaning up after Garp's mess at his office, arranging the upturned furniture and binders upon binders of confidential Marine documents.

Koby didn't realize just how close you were to each other when he bent down to help you. At that time, he was focused on cleaning up the office before Garp got back.

Suddenly, you both reached for the same fallen document on the floor, your skin coming into contact.

Your hands froze. Silence came. After a few seconds, you decided to calmly pull away and let Koby do the job, pretending to ignore what just happened.

Koby had to take a deep breath for himself after that encounter.

It escalated soon enough when you began to notice his reactions to your touches. To say that he enjoyed them was an understatement.

As time passed, it was without question when you began to make your interactions more intentional, passing the barrier of accidental physicality and achieving a level of comfort that didn't exist months before.

Eventually, Koby warmed up to the physical contact and could now maintain skinship without mentally malfunctioning every 30 seconds.

Currently, he loves to hold your pinky finger because he thinks it's a cute gesture without being too loudly affectionate, but there are times when he does just hold your hand with fingers intertwined.

At the end of the day, no matter the way he holds your hand, you're just glad that he gets to do so without no longer feeling awkward.

Sabo

When Sabo develops a crush on you, his way to your heart is to make his presence physically known all the damn time.

He initially expresses his interest through his words, but he soon realizes that verbal flirtation isn't enough to express just how much he's into you, so he decides to become intentionally obvious... through physical intimacy.

It's subtle when he does it, but he deems himself a master because it works every single time.

Sabo makes it a goal to stand beside you at any given moment, even moving closer when he realizes that you're comfortable with having him be that close.

It becomes a mutual understanding over time that there is something romantic in your coupled actions, so when he gets the opportunity to initiate skin-to-skin contact, he seizes it before he loses the chance.

He specifically loves to hold your hand because it's a subtle gesture good enough to make your heart flutter.

He does it often when people are around because he wants everyone to see, but doesn't want to at the same time.

(He thinks it's like a game. Also, he enjoys the thrill.)

One thing he does a lot that testifies to that thought is to gently place his hand on top of yours under the dinner table.

Everyone would be eating their meals and involving themselves in conversation, yet you have your hand under Sabo's in a secret act of flirtation.

Sometimes, he would look at you knowingly and start playing with your fingers, causing you to reciprocate and give him your full attention.

Over time, it becomes your favorite way of holding hands with him (not that you do it a lot to begin with)—suddenly, the thrill of people finding out excites you.

...until you were eventually caught by none other than Jiron during dinner.

The little geezer dropped his fork on the ground, so when he bent forward to pick it up, he saw Sabo's hand on top of yours under the table.

He ended up making a commotion over it, and just like that, your little secret was out.

It didn't stop you and him from holding hands, though. If anything, it fueled your physical intimacy even more.

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🧵A thread of all the icons I made for the @opmlmzine

Feel free to use them! Please credit me if you do!

[hivemind-fantasy]

So, this would be my first time posting an actual fanfic here, it's on ao3 also. I made this with one hand only because I just underwent surgery but nothing can stop me to write nevertheless!

Enjoy!

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Fading Wings

Summary: An amnesiac fallen archangel holds the key to balancing the celestial and demonic realms through a divine artifact concealed within. Betrayed by a former ally but protected by a demon devoted to her. Angel/Demon Fantasy AU. A Sabo x Reader x Coby work, multiple chapters.

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Chapter 1: Shattered Wings

The cold air bites at her skin as she stumbles through the dense fog, her bare feet scraping against the jagged stones of an unfamiliar forest. The world around her is a blur of muted colors, as if everything exists behind a veil. The sky is an endless expanse of gray, swallowing any light that tries to break through.

‘Where am I? ‘

The question echoes in her mind, but the answer slips away like water through her fingers. She tries to remember—anything—but all that greets her is a hollow void where memories should be. The only sensation is a dull ache in her chest, as if something vital has been ripped from her, leaving her empty and exposed.

‘Who... am I?’

She presses her hands to her temples, hoping to force some recollection, but it's as if her past has been erased, leaving her with nothing but fragments of sensations—a fleeting warmth, the sound of distant laughter, a faint scent of rain-soaked earth. None of it makes sense. The harder she tries to grasp these wisps of memories, the faster they dissolve.

Her knees buckle beneath her, and she collapses to the damp ground, gasping for breath. She feels the sting of tears but doesn't know why she's crying. It’s not just the confusion, the loss of direction—there’s something deeper, a sorrow that claws at her heart. It’s as if she’s grieving for something she’s forgotten, a pain she cannot name.

‘What happened to me?’

Her fingers brush against her back, where she feels jagged remnants of what once might have been wings. The skin is raw, the wounds too fresh. There’s a strange sense of absence, a sensation that something sacred has been ripped away.

‘Wings... I had wings?’

The thought comes unbidden, startling her. She winces as if struck, her body instinctively curling in on itself. But she can’t remember the feel of them, can’t recall what it was like to soar through open skies. Only the ghost of that feeling remains, a faint echo that taunts her with what she has lost.

As she sits there, shivering in the shadows of the forest, she becomes aware of whispers in the distance. Voices, sharp and cold, seem to slice through the fog like blades. She doesn’t know nor recognize the owner of the voices.

“They say she fell from the heavens,” one voice hisses, carried by the wind.

“An angel cast down,” murmurs another, closer now. “But why? What did she do to deserve it?”

Fear claws at her throat. Fell from the heavens? The words strike her like a bolt of lightning, filling her with an inexplicable dread. If she truly was an angel, why can she not remember? What crime did she commit to be cast out? And why does the very thought of angels—her own kind—fill her with a sense of betrayal and terror?

‘I need to hide... ‘

The instinct to flee is overwhelming. She stumbles back to her feet, driven by a primal urge to survive, though she doesn’t understand why. She only knows that she can trust nothing and no one—not even herself.

(y/n)’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she forces herself to move through the dense underbrush. Every muscle in her body aches as if she’s been running for days, yet she knows she cannot stop. The whispers she heard earlier have grown louder, accompanied now by the faint, rhythmic sound of wings cutting through the air. Not the gentle flutter of bird wings, but something heavier, something more menacing—predatory.

She stumbles over a gnarled root, her fingers clutching desperately at the damp earth to keep herself upright. Every nerve in her body screams that she is being hunted, though she doesn’t know why. She is terrified, confused, and utterly alone.

Ahead, the forest grows denser, the twisted branches weaving together like skeletal fingers, blotting out what little light filters through the clouded sky. The air here feels colder, heavy with the scent of decay. In her mind, fragments of emotions surface—desperation, regret, fear—but they have no context, no meaning. It’s as if they belong to someone else, yet they weigh on her heart as if they are her own.

Suddenly, the ground trembles beneath her feet, and she hears the unmistakable sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

“Spread out! She cannot have gone far.”

The voice is deep, authoritative, and carries an edge of impatience. (y/n)’s pulse quickens. Without thinking, she presses herself against the trunk of a thick, ancient tree, trying to disappear into the shadows. She doesn't know who is after her, but the instinct to hide is all-consuming.

Peering cautiously around the trunk, she sees them: figures clad in silver armor that gleams even in the dim light, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Angels—Luminara Knights. Their armor bears the golden sigil of Luminara, the celestial realm, though (y/n) does not recognize it consciously. All she knows is that the sight of them fills her with a deep, instinctive terror.

At the head of the group is a figure with blazing fern green wings, his expression stern and unyielding. This is Coby, one of the Virtue Lieutenants of the Luminara’s army, who once stood by her side, though (y/n) no longer recognizes the rosy haired man. His eyes sweep the area with ruthless efficiency, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening. There’s a fire in his gaze, a desperation driven by duty. He does not want to do this, but he believes he must.

Coby pauses, a flicker of hesitation breaking through his disciplined composure. This is not how he imagined seeing her again. (y/n), the archangel he once admired—no, loved—is now nothing more than a shadow of her former self. She looks wild, broken, her once-brilliant amber golden wings reduced to ragged stumps. A pang of guilt twists in his chest, but he steels himself. The Seraphic Council has decreed that she must be brought back to Luminara, and Coby has never disobeyed an order in his life.

“Find her,” he commands, his voice unwavering. “She’s close.”

But in his heart, he wonders if capturing her is truly the right thing to do. If only he could reach her, make her understand. But that is a dangerous thought—one that could cost him everything.

(y/n)’s heart races as she hears their approach, their voices getting closer with each passing moment. She doesn’t understand why, but the sight of those angelic figures fills her with dread. A faint, broken whisper in her mind tells her that she cannot let them find her. There is something important she must protect, something she cannot allow them to take. But what is it?

As she tries to slink deeper into the forest, her foot snaps a branch beneath her. The sound echoes through the silence, drawing the attention of the Luminara Knights.

“There!” one of them shouts.

Before she can react, a flash of white light surges toward her, and she is blinded. She raises her hands instinctively to shield herself, but she’s too slow. The impact of divine energy slams into her, knocking her off her feet. Her back hits the ground hard, knocking the wind from her lungs.

Coby is the first to reach her. His eyes widen at the sight of her up close—this broken creature, covered in dirt and blood, is hardly the radiant being he once knew. But there’s no time for pity. He steps forward, extending his hand toward her, his voice strained with urgency.

“(y/n)... come back with us. I promise we can help you.”

But (y/n) does not hear the words; she only sees the glowing sigil on his chest and the glint of his drawn sword. Her instincts scream that she is in danger. Without thinking, she lashes out. A burst of raw energy, wild and uncontrolled, erupts from her hand, sending Coby staggering back. The force of it shocks them both—(y/n) because she did not know she was capable of such power, and Coby because the energy that struck him feels familiar, almost divine, yet tainted with something darker.

The other Luminara Knights spring into action, surrounding her in a tight circle. They move as one, blades raised, wings flared. (y/n)’s vision swims as panic consumes her. She has no control over her powers, but her fear acts as a catalyst. With a scream, she releases another wave of energy, scattering the knights like leaves caught in a storm.

Just as the knights begin to recover, a swirl of black smoke erupts between them and (y/n), and a figure steps through the shadowy portal. His eyes gleam like molten gold, his presence a stark contrast to the radiant knights.

It’s Sabo.

“Stay back,” he growls, his voice carrying a dark authority. His wings, now blackened and tattered, azure colored, flare wide as he stands protectively in front of (y/n). The sight of him draws gasps from the knights, who recognize him as the fallen angel turned demon general.

(y/n) stares at him, confused. She doesn’t know who this man is, but something in his eyes feels achingly familiar, like the whisper of a forgotten dream.

“(y/n), we need to leave,” Sabo says softly, not taking his gaze off the advancing knights. There’s a desperate plea in his voice, but also a fierce determination. “I promise, I’m here to help you.”

But (y/n)’s mind is a tangled mess of fear and distrust. She doesn’t know who to trust, who to believe. She hesitates, and that moment of indecision is all the Luminara Knights need to renew their attack.

Sabo grits his teeth and, with a flick of his hand, conjures a barrier of shadow to shield them. He turns to (y/n), his eyes burning with urgency. “Please, (y/n). Trust me.”

For reasons she cannot comprehend, something in her heart tells her to follow him. She nods shakily, and together they step into the swirling darkness, vanishing before the knights can strike.

As the shadows swallow them, (y/n) can’t shake the feeling that she’s made a choice that will change the fate of all three realms.

The shadows fold around (y/n) and Sabo like a shroud, whisking them away from the reach of the Luminara Knights. When they reappear, they’re in a secluded glade deep within the heart of the forest. The air is cooler here, the trees towering protectively above them, their branches swaying gently as if to offer solace. (y/n) collapses to her knees, exhausted, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

Sabo watches her cautiously, his heart aching at the sight of her confusion and fear. She’s a far cry from the powerful, confident archangel he once knew. But he quickly masks his emotions, knowing he cannot reveal too much. Not yet. She is fragile now, like a bird with broken wings, and if he wants to protect her, he needs her to trust him.

“Easy,” Sabo says softly, crouching down beside her. His once-golden wings are now darkened azure, but he keeps them hidden beneath his cloak. He knows that if she sees him for what he truly is now—a demon—she would likely flee, perhaps even turn against him. “You’re safe now... for the moment.”

As the swirling darkness clears, the chill of the forest night greets (y/n) once more, but this time, she is no longer alone. Sabo’s presence beside her feels both foreign and oddly comforting. He gently releases his grip on her arm, stepping back to give her space. They’ve teleported to a secluded grove, hidden deep within the heart of the forest. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound is (y/n)’s labored breathing as she struggles to regain her composure.

(y/n)’s mind is still reeling. One moment, she had been surrounded by armored angels, their eyes cold and judgmental, and now, she is with a stranger who had saved her with powers that felt… different. There was something both celestial and infernal about the energy he wielded, though she lacks the knowledge to identify it.

“Who... who are you?” she manages to ask, her voice weak but laced with suspicion.

Sabo’s expression softens as he looks at her, his golden eyes flickering with something like pain. He had prepared himself for this moment, but nothing could dull the ache of seeing the confusion in her eyes. The way she looks at him—like he is nothing more than a stranger—cuts deeper than any blade.

“I’m... a friend,” he says softly, choosing his words carefully.

“I was once your ally, your protector.”

He hesitates, taking in the sight of her, the once-brilliant archangel now reduced to a shadow of her former self. “We fought side by side, (y/n). Before... before you lost your memories.”

(y/n)’s brows furrow as she tries to process his words. “I... I don’t remember you,” she whispers, the admission like a weight pressing on her chest.

“I don’t remember anything.” Her voice cracks, and she quickly looks away, as if ashamed of her own confusion.

The pain in Sabo’s eyes deepens, but he forces a reassuring smile. “That’s okay. I understand,” he says gently, though his heart feels like it’s being torn apart. The memories they once shared—of laughter, battles, trust—are now gone, scattered like ashes on the wind. But he can’t let her see his pain. Not now. Not when she’s so fragile, so lost.

“Listen,” he continues, trying to sound calm and reassuring, “I don’t expect you to remember me. But you need to trust me. Those angels... they won’t stop hunting you. They believe you’re dangerous. I don’t know why, but I promise you, I’m here to protect you.”

(y/n) studies him, her (e/c) eyes narrowing. She can’t sense any deception, but her heart is still guarded. She’s been betrayed once, of that she is sure, even if the memory itself remains elusive. For now, she nods, exhaustion and fear winning out over her doubts. “Okay,” she says softly.

“I’ll trust you… for now.”

Sabo nods, relief flooding through him. He doesn’t dare reveal that he is no longer an angel, but rather, a demon—an enemy by the standards of both their realms. It’s a truth that would shatter any fragile trust he’s managed to build. For now, he is simply a rogue warrior, a lone protector trying to keep her safe. That is the only way to keep her by his side long enough to ensure her safety—and perhaps, to help her remember the bond they once shared.

Far above in the celestial spires of Luminara, the Seraphic Council convenes under the shimmering arches of their grand hall. The air hums with divine power as the High Seraphs (the Arc-Seraph Akainu and his three Seraph Knights) stand in a circle, their forms glowing with ethereal light. Coby kneels before them, his head bowed, his heart heavy. He can still see the terror in (y/n)’s eyes as she unleashed that wild burst of energy. It had taken every ounce of his will to convince himself that she needed to be captured.

“Virtue Lieutenant Coby,” intones Arch-Seraph Akainu, voice as cold and precise as the edge of a blade. “You were tasked with retrieving the fallen Archangel (y/n), and yet, she eludes you, her memories were stripped down already.”

Coby raises his head, meeting the council’s gaze with a mix of determination and reluctance. “She is confused and disoriented, my Lords,” he explains.

A murmur ripples through the council as the High Seraphs exchange glances. One, with dark sunglasses, Seraph Knight Ryokugyo, steps forward. “The Soulstone of Eternity has bonded with her soul,” he says, his voice low and ominous. “If it remains within her, it could tip the balance of our realms into chaos. You must retrieve her, Virtue Lieutenant Coby, by any means necessary.”

Coby’s heart clenches at the command. He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting to keep his voice steady. “She... she is not the enemy. She is simply lost. If I can reach her, I can bring her back willingly.”

The Arch-Seraph shakes his head, his expression unyielding. “We cannot afford to take that risk. If she refuses to return, you are authorized to use force.” His eyes narrow. “And if she resists beyond reason, you are to eliminate her and extract the Soulstone.”

The words hit Coby like a physical blow. Eliminate her? How could they ask him to kill the Archangel, the one chosen by God to protect the balance between the realms, and also woman he once loved, the one who had been his closest friend? But he swallows his objections. To defy the council is to risk his own wings, his very existence. He convinces himself that he is doing this for the greater good, that capturing (y/n) is the only way to protect the celestial realm from the encroaching darkness of Abyssus.

But as he turns to leave, doubt gnaws at his resolve.

‘Am I truly doing this for the heavens, or is it because I can’t bear the thought of letting her go?’