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[partyanimal167]

Sleepy Boy- Law x GN!Reader

@easnowpw: His s/o trying to seduce him while he's so tires he falls asleep standing (he insists he's okay)

Thanks for requesting! I hope one of these days Law gets the rest he needs.

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"Babe, go to sleep." you say as you cross your arms and looked up at your boyfriend.

He cracked an eye as he leaned on the wall. "I'm fine." he argued.

You rolled your eyes and looked around. It was nearing the end of day two of Strawhat's banquet. You knew that your boyfriend was anxious as to what possible chaos Luffy and the others could cause, but things were done for now at least. You guys had been battling for days and started partying immediately after. You thought that Law would have collapsed the moment the festivities started--a sure sign that things were fine. However, he had been up most of the time arguing with Luffy and Kidd, hiding from a spar-hungry Zoro, and begrudgingly dancing with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. You had even gotten some rest, so now it was time to drag Law to bed. His bags were damn near taking up half his face.

"You are not fine. Let's sleep." you argued. You then leaned your chest against his. "Are you really going to let me sleep by myself, again." you pouted. His eyes were closed and again and he let out a deep breath. "Baby, come on," you continued, "I even got a new treat to show you. If you stay out here, I'll forget about it." Law barely moved.

You groaned and turned away. "Fine then, I'll go cuddle with Bepo." You started walking off, "Bepo!"

You then yelped as you were lifted onto a sturdy shoulder. "Fine, fine." he yawned. He kissed your hand as he headed towards the ship. There was a glimmer of hope that maybe you could try on that new outfit you got, but as soon as you came out the bathroom, you saw Law sprawled out on the bed snoring loudly.

You chuckled to yourself before climbing into his arms. This was nice too.

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Thank you! I hope you like this.

[partyanimal167]

I wanna add Jinbei bc he's certainly growing on me more and more!

Jinbei is genderqueer but doesn't mind he/him/his pronouns. As he tries to immerse more into fishmen culture and history, they've discovered how much the binary system from above got adapted from occupation and slavery. Fishmen biology and anatomy is unique afterall too. Jinbei is still trying to deconstruct his own internalized biases and is confused by some new terminology but supportive all the same.

Thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about my headcanons and to draw all the Straw Hats!

[aquariusdeanw]

they’re having a big brown bambi eyes-off

[beebeetheclown]

Stewy Hosseini the bar tender?!

[inknopewetrust]

𝐔𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 [𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮]

summary: grief puts those in its grasp in precarious positions: those of loyalty, and those of spite and those with love, well, they flounder amongst the hurt. [WC: 1.8k]

pairing: stewy hosseini x fem!roy!reader

warnings: angst, exes to lovers (potentially!), language, vignette on grief and love lost.

quick links: masterlist [a/n: possibly part I of a small vignette series of stewy and fem!roy reader. thoughts, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!)

Entombed in marble, the note reverberated throughout the church in poetry. 

The scaffolding of grief had been built. Sitting in rows for as far as the eye could see, a family rested scorched amidst the sorrow. 

You felt like a stranger in the room. 

The suddenness of pain revels in the commonality it inflicts. A sweeping, precipitous moment of immense breadth swallowing the weak for what they are: people. 

And the people inside that room—ornately defined by cultures and individuals who gave so much to a city where one human can overtake and limit their worth— were flooded by an insurmountable loss that could only be explained by the static of a draining phone and the choppy voice of your sister’s estranged husband. 

Those two words, simple, rolling off his tongue with difficulty and a wish that the call would drop and everything would go back to the way it was before he walked away. 

“He’s gone.” 

The tone in his voice had remained buried in the darkest parts of your mind. You felt as though you could hear it clearly as the small conversations of visitation began to settle and you couldn’t bear to look at the center of the alter. 

The sudden ringing in your ears suffused every sense you were able to muster in that moment. 

But your ears rung. Manicured hands began to shake and tempted you to stand and run away because grief worked in silly circles. The disbelief that something could occur so quickly, the naivety of realizing that the world was suddenly different than the one that existed before, and the pain of faltering to the idea that even if he was Satan, he was still your father and grief felt indebted to it. 

It was lonely, grief. 

Even while hundreds of people spoke of their condolences, loneliness of death weaved itself into your bones and pulled you underneath the surface where bubbles of hope had long ceased. Everyone from Gerri to Colin to Frank to Karl, each face with the same look staring into your eyes with a pity you asked not for but knew belonged in your heart all the same meant little when the world felt tipped on its axis. 

And for the cruelty of the man, it was difficult to understand.

Kendall was holding his life together by a thin and shallow thread and remained so as the priest wallowed on about the supposed amazing man Logan Roy was. 

But even with an estranged family, Kendall was never as lonely as he appeared to be. He wasn’t like you. You, left alone to fiddle with your hands as Shiv sat without Tom and Roman sat beside Conner and Willa. The paper between your fingers became crinkled—the only partner you had in a moment like this. 

And how you wished it wasn’t the case. You wished you weren’t some lonely pretender who sat sorrowful at a wretched man’s funeral but there you were... strangely obliterated by the idea that life can turn in an instant and the Aeneas of an institution can vanish without so much as a goodbye.

It felt comical and tragic at the same time—the poets of civilizations past would be aching to tell a story such as that. 

And Kendall had reiterated such on that fateful day on the yacht because those who would write biographies were watching. Those who would ultimately shake their heads and scoff at the compounding confusion of losing a belligerent soul and making it appear as though a Saint had passed. 

Whatever was to be done in the moments following the death of the patriarch, history would be watching. As much as you hated the idea of history looming over the raincloud high above you, he was right. The institution built by Logan Roy did not need to be littered with the historical fact of the middle, forgotten child losing their sanity at his funeral due to loneliness that had, in truth, nothing to do with Logan dying but the unity death brought with it. 

However, you could argue, Logan was the crux of that loneliness. He had fostered it, just as well as your mother had when she left the four of you to fend for yourself against the vultures. Now Conner, Kendall, Roman, and Shiv all bask in that same attitude as if was normal to be a carbon copy of the most antithetical person to ever exist. 

You hated that being in the room; sharing the same last name, and sitting beside them meant you were likely no different. 

And that is why you could never have what the world granted everyone else: happiness. 

Loneliness was the path of salvation for those with the last name of Roy. Happiness, or love, whichever one truly came from the actions that preceded it had become foreign for decades of the power hungry struggle of men and women before you. 

It radiated throughout the room like Godzilla’s goddamn rays when the priest had ushered his final prayers and you couldn’t even put your hands together and bow. Beside Kendall, Shiv had extended her palm to rest on top of his as they prayed like the good servants of God they were, and you wished someone had sat beside you and done the same even for split second. Conner had Willa, Shiv still had Tom in the small capacity that she did, and Roman was so beside himself with romance that even he couldn’t admit that he needed someone too. 

How you ached for a hand to grace yours; how you yearned for someone to place an enduring kiss on your temple and say that they loved you even if you couldn’t believe the truth behind it. 

So the loneliness of that vacancy simmers. 

The cynical heart hears the organs begin to play and your siblings rose from their seats as it was time to pretend that you enjoyed the service and you wanted the sympathy of others as they shook your hand and gave you hugs outside of the church. But you didn’t want those hugs. You didn’t want those hands. 

You wanted one hug. You wanted one pair of hands. You wanted one sympathetic moment and one sympathetic kiss and pretend, for one simple moment, that nothing had changed. 

Dad wasn’t dead. Waystar wasn’t floundering in a shallow grave and the maggots of sheep herding to its demise wasn’t going to come next. Sorrow didn’t exist. You weren’t alone—hadn’t been alone. 

Across the aisle, donning a black overcoat and three-piece-suit, the simple moment waited. There was little that could have been done feeling maimed by actions unseen but it had been five months of radio silence between you both. One car ride home and the whole thing imploded like a fucking rocket ship.  

The congregation stood in solemn stature as the row of family filed out first. Kendall, followed by his small brood, then you. 

You took one last look at the coffin that held the once formidable Logan Roy. 

Flowers resting on the top, the flag of Scotland draped over it. 

For a man so powerful, the weakness of death was hard to ignore. Wilting away in a box for the rest of eternity while the world continued to spin without him. And yet, there in that room and within your own heart and mind, Logan Roy was twisting a footprint of pain deeper than it had before. 

Dad died without anyone truly loving him.

You did not want to die like your dad. 

Stewy Hosseini was a lifeline. He was a chameleon of couture culture and finessed fashion but within the idealized image of an investor, there was a man who cared for the people who couldn’t say the word ‘love’ or ask for help when they needed it. 

Stewy Hosseini was a good man wrapped up in a world that had people one step from going over the ledge but always looked for a solution to solve it. He was a good friend of Kendall even if the stubborn prick never noticed it when it mattered. He was a charming bastard who did lines in public restrooms and put his feet on conference tables during important meetings. 

He was the only one to say what he meant without ever getting burned by it but left you shriveling to ash in the corner. 

Stewy Hosseini was that solitary hope. 

As you looked away from your father's casket, you were frightened by the realization that what was once an outlet for relief had become something to depend on. That five months of absent feelings created a void of indescribable pain that found an outlet in your father’s demise. 

You weren’t lonely, no. You were filled with a love that shouldn’t exist with someone who shouldn’t have looked at you the way he did and the yearning for comfort only exacerbated the want. 

Maybe he should have taken the deal on Paxos. Maybe he should have said yes, that the package that was tied with a perfect little string matched the black little box that sat in the drawer beside the bed but he didn't.

As you turned toward the aisle to follow the precession, you couldn’t even get your eyes to cast forward because he was right there. Across the way and a row down beside Sandy in his wheelchair and Sandi in her Hillary Clinton pantsuit. 

You clutched the program tightly in your hand. Lip trembling, you watched your feet take you away and there was a second in time where you were alone before another hand inched its way into your palm and around your hand. 

Some people would never know the absence of love. 

They would be grown into it with a kind mother and good family that loved her because they were an innocent child who was not afraid of being the hand that met a lonesome one in the middle of a grand church.

Shiv’s hand crept into yours as the memories of Ewan’s harshness, Kendall’s stoniness, and her fierceness waddled to the background.

Her eyes met yours and for a minute of the day, you felt seen. 

And down the aisle, Stewy wished it was his hand comforting your own. 

One where he could trace a finger over yours and feel the ring that was supposed to sit there. He could hear the Phantom in that cathedral now:

'You've been asking me for three fuckin' years son so yeah, I'll even throw in my goddamn blessing if that makes you so fucking happy.'

Maybe he should have said yes and everything would be different.

But a Roy would always swallow their pride in moments of need and Stewy Hosseini would always chase the money. There were moments before: a bliss, a fight, a phone call. And then there were moments after: a funeral, a short escape, and a board meeting. But the seconds that lingered in between those events were always shroud in the belief in the former:

A Roy was a Roy, and a Roy never floundered until it was too late.

comments, thoughts, and reblogs are always appreciated. thank you for taking the time to read my lil 'ol fic.

Tagged: @mini-ranger @prettybirdi

[vaguelyprophetic]

you’re serving cunt? you’re at a funeral and you’re serving cunt????

[scarletttries]

Stewy Hosseini NSFW Alphabet (Succession)

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: Thank you for all the fun Stewy requests since Succession ended, here's a little something for all the Stewy girls as I love writing these alphabets! 🥰

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Stewy has been with his fair share of lovers, but he's not the type to disappear into a town-car the minute the deed is done. Stewy feels the connection deeply, and wants to take his time checking you had just as good an experience as he did. He's not cuddly in a needy way, but he likes to keep a strong hand pressed to your thigh or arm or belly, something to say he's there, he's with you, and he's still yours for the rest of time, not just for the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Stewy feels confident and powerful about his hands. The way a typed message or handshake from him can change the world or move billions of dollars around. The fact that he works out to ensure he's never only strong in his mind, but in his body as well. But most of all, the way he can use his hands to lift you against a desk, pin your hands above your head when he's feeling dominating, and bring you waves of pleasure over and over again until his name is the only thing that you can pant out into the night.

Speaking of your lips, Stewy is enamoured from the first smile you give him - cheeky, confident, but full of warmth. He loves hearing every word you say, every breath you take, and his favourite of all, every kiss you dain to bless him with. Whether it's a chaste peck on the cheek when you meet him for dinner after work, or a sloppy lick along his length after a long day, he will never not praise the perfect feel of your lips on him.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I get big 'comes from a big, loving family' vibes from Stewy in the way he talks about his father so I think he's always seen himself building a growing family and being a father too. So while he's been careful about protection all through his bachelor days, once he starts getting serious with you, this man's breeding kink comes out. He might have started off by finishing on your belly at first, but then he can't helo but think how much better that would feel inside of you, how he wants to have his seed deep inside you. The first time he finishes inside you it's like heaven, and he knows nothing will ever stop him from spending night after night back where he belongs.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stewy is self-assured, through and through, so almost never gets jealous. Instead he loves arriving separately to a bar where you're already sat, nursing a drink, and seeing a crowd of men hitting on you, trying their luck with someone who's totally his. He'll let them get close, watching you make eyes at him across the bar and feign interest in these nobodies, then finally he'll swoop in and place a hand firmly on your back, tugging you quickly into a Mercedes and having you bouncing on his lap before you get down a single block of new york traffic.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Stewy knows exactly what he's doing, almost infuriatingly so. He's been with plenty of people in his youth, learning exactly how to give someone the best possible time, and knowing exactly what he likes. By the time he applies this knowledge to you, it means he has all the experience he needs to get you riled up with a single touch, to read every single signal you give him, and play your body like his own perfect instrument.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Stewy likes to be able to see your face as he makes love to you, loving having you pressed against a wall or perched on a desk in a moment of passionate desire. He loves seeing you bounce on his lap, using him for your pleasure, getting off on him, his hands exploring your body as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. Finally he loves when he's kneeling behind you, drawing moan after moan from your lips, as you glance back at him, mouth hanging open as your cunt clenches around him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Stewy knows how to make you laugh when he's flirting or teasing you at a bar, but he's much more intense and serious in the moment. He really values the intimacy and connection that comes with that precious time together, the act meaning so much to him now that it's with someone he truly loves. His words are soft and kind as he praises every inch of your body, a romantic through and through under his sometimes smarmy facade.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Stewy cares about his appearance enough to keep everything clean and neat, knowing he'll be judged the second he walks into any room including the bedroom.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Deep down Stewy is absolutely a romantic. He's never had anywhere to put those feelings (*cough* except Kendall *cough*) so he loves being able to be vulnerable with you now, surrendering his body to you and fully embracing you in return. There's a lot of eye contact, hand holding, communication throughout the whole experience, and he's been known to have a hotel suite lined with candles and flowers for special occasions, never wanting you to feel like he doesn't put in effort to show how much he cares.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stewy prides himself on having a lot of self control, so he's never been one to regularly jack off, keeping his edge in his mind. Sometimes he'd touch himself in the mornings when he'd wake up hard, but usually if he was in the mood he'd just go to a bar and easily pull a willing participant. Now that you two are an item, he much prefers his experience of being with you, only resorting to solo play when you're away for a long period of time, and even then he likes to dial you up after a scotch so you can still experience the thrill together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

We've already touched on his breeding kink, and a need to be touching you at every moment, but he's not necessarily a kinky kind of guy. He likes to dominate you when he's had a long, draining day at work, but sometimes when he's been on non-stop success he likes to take a submissive role, to have the power taken away from him with you on top for the night. He's not a full somnophile but he loves when he comes home late at night from meetings, and you've fallen a sleep waiting for him, so he wakes you with soft teasing touches up your thighs and the two of you have sleepy sex before he cuddles up for the night alongside you.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Stewy can have a lot of eyes on him when he's out about so he's not one to take risks in public places. He feels most comfortable with you at home in his penthouse, or in private hotel suites. Sometimes in frantic moments he'll take you in the back of town car and send his driver away. And once or twice when you've been shopping together he's followed you into a private dressing room the size of an apartment and showed you exactly how much he likes your new outfit.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Stewy's not the type to get an unwanted boner when he's just out living his life, but sometimes when he's had a particularly successful day at work he'll come home absolutely full of adrenaline and just be begging for you to use him to celebrate. Other times he gets there watching other people flirt with you knowing they can't have you, and when he gets to see you succeeding at life too he can't help but be endlessly attracted to your joy and exuberance.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

As much as he likes to see others try and take what's his, Stewy would never want to do anything that ends up with you sharing. He's also not the kind to be violently physical in bed, seeing the whole act as an indicator of your love for each other, not something he wants to cast an aggressive angle on. Your love nest is only a place of safety and family and love to him, so he never wants to lay a hand on you that isn't delicate and pleasurable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Stewy isn't selfish, but he loves when you give him head. Seeing you settle on your knees beside him, licking your lips as he free him from his tight designer trousers, it's heaven on earth. Immediately the stresses of the day are washed away and replaced with nothing but ecstasy and adoration as your soft lips take him again and again.

He loves the chance to return the favour, especially when he's got all night to get you right to the edge of pleasure again and again, deciding if he wants to overstimulate you by making you cum over and over, or making you wait all night to finally cum on his dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Even Stewy's quickies are sensual and romantic, every touch deliberate and intentional, making you feel like the only person on the whole planet. He doesn't mind getting a little bit rough when he's taking control, pinning you under him while you squirm at the endless sensation, but he's not one for rushing the work of art that is the two of you together.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It's very infrequent that Stewy goes for a quickie, so it would have to be when you're in the mood. Maybe you've been stroking his thigh all through dinner, flashing him that smile that tells him he's going to be lucky to if he makes it the car before your fingertips are on his belt buckle and you're in his lap getting exactly what you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Stewy's very happy to experiment with new positions, toys, lingerie, especially if it's something high end he can spoil you with. That being said, so much of his business runs of risks and highly volatile decisions, that in his personal life he prefers to play things safe, his home and his love life a safe haven where he doesn't need to run off adrenaline and arrogance, but on peace and understanding.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stewy tends to focus on making his rounds with you last as long as possible, focusing on your pleasure always coming first so that by the time he's finished the two of you are completely spent and ready to crash into each other's arms for a cosy rest of the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As much he's up for experimenting, Stewy wouldn't have really used any toys on himself. He much prefers using them to drag out orgasm after orgasm from you, small vibrators and restraints giving him more control to touch every single inch of you and heighten the sensation of the experience for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Stewy's a wonderful tease, in that he'll tease you until every part of you is tingling and begging for release, tears pricking in your eyes, sure you could be tipped over the edge with nothing more than one of his greedy loving kisses, but he'll always deliver the desperate release you're craving in the end. He just loves seeing you squirm a little first, making sure he's been the best possible lover that he can be for you, making sure no part of you is untouched.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not the type to moan wildly, but he does love chanting your name in your ear, or whispering compliments as he drives you crazy. You can tell when he's getting close because all his praises stop and dissolve into breathy panting, his brain unable to put words to the incredibly way he makes you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

When there's been a gala event that Stewy's been dreading for weeks, you 'doffer to do 'anything' to help him have a better night. Stewy thinks through your offer, and realises there's something that will make the night much more enjoyable for him - he orders you a pair of vibrating panties he can control from his smart watch. You can see how excited he is to see you like this, to take this control and try something new, and so you agree to wear them, sliding them under your outfit and practically bolting upright as he 'tests' the controls.

He doesn't start the vibrations right away, letting the anticipation stir inside you for half the night at just the possibilities, your pleasure completely in his hands, powerless in public and waiting to be used. He waits until he notices a guy eyeing you up across the room, his favourite, getting the motor running on low the minute he approached. You fought back little trembles in your words as you spoke, bracing yourself for more but relieved as the interested guy walked away and the vibrations turned off again. Over and over he'd wait for a guy to walk your way, stirring up some low trembling in your thighs, not getting you anywhere close to relief, but leaving you feeling like your legs might give way at any moment. Finally you find yourself seated beside him, the big investors of the evening settled on leather couches in a private room, and that's when he decides to really abuse his power. He places a hand gently on your thigh as he sets the vibration going away, this time stronger, setting pleasure rippling inside you in a way that has you fighting back moans. You try and clench your legs together for relief, but his strong hand keeps them prised apart, making you contribute to conversation every so often to gauge just how breathless he's getting you. You can tell from the devilish look on his face that's enjoying this even more than he hoped, the way you bite your lip driving him crazy until he decides you're ready for the final test. You're breathless, dripping wet, every inch of you throbbing and sensitive, on the cusp of release as Stewy drags you to your feet, saying your goodbyes for the night. He can't resist giving you one greedy kiss before he lets you say goodbye to the rest of the room, cranking the vibrations to highest setting so you have no choice but to moan into his open lips, core tensing and releasing in powerful waves of pleasure, the vibration not slowing as pleasure courses through your veins, coming out the other side into overstimulation as he pulls his lips away and leads you carefully to the car, knowing the minute you have strength back in your legs you'll be getting him back for the night of teasing, and desperately hoping you'll let him do it again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Stewy keeps himself in good shape, and is a well built man all over.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before you came into his life, he wasn't exactly a horndog, but the intense love and adoration he has for you has absolutely turned him into the kind of man that doesn't ever go a moment without thinking of your smile, and mind, and body. He's a lot more desperate for you than he likes to let on, but you've 100% changed how much time he spends thinking about sex for the better, your body becoming one of his favourite places to be.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He tends to feel very content rather than sleepy after he's been with you. Preferring the gentle come down of making you a fancy decaf coffee, leading you into his shower, delicating washing every inch of each other, kissing any delicate places 'better' before finally the two of you curl up together for the night, feeling truly at peace and at bliss together in your little family of two.

[akajustmerry]

"...one sign that Succession is one of the best shows on TV is its dedication to even the smallest, gayest of details."

‘Succession’ Characters Ranked By Homoerotic Energy | Merryana Salem

[cnka]

fanfic concepts me and my friend wrote stoked abt succ and tsn ft challengers

[partyanimal167]

Hey i saw your post about wanting to do some law fics and i had an idea how about a law x fem or gn reader that is a excellent sworddswomen and can take out someone even with their sheth still on! ( like kagra from fairy tail the anime) but the catch is that when not fight shes super awkward and shy and flustered with him (because he saved her and she attracted to him and his character)Also could the fic being about their first meeting like asking her to join his crew and after time becoming a thing and going to dressrosa together, it could start with law telling the straw hats how they met

(Sorry i know thats a lot but i’ve had this idea for while now and would really appreciate it you can do it but its too much please let me know i dont want pressure you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm super nervous to write about Law, but this is a really nice prompt to use. Plus, I'm so stoked that you referenced Kagura! I love Fairy Tail; that was the first fandom I wrote about when I was younger lol. I'm going to try to incorporate everything you wrote. I hope you enjoy it~

She's Just Shy, ok...- Law x F!Reader

CW: Fluff, canon au, nongraphic action, awkward reader (mood)

In hindsight, Law should have realized he wasn't lucky enough to have a normal person on his crew...but she was special to say the least...not that he would say it.

Law was trying his hardest to not break his mug as he watched you going at it with the Strawhat's swordsman. It was his fault though. He had been too deep into his studies and planning, so after continuously rejecting Zoro for a sparring match, it made sense that he would go after you. You were more of a challenge really. Law flexed that strength of his sword at any hint of danger, but you, oh, you weren't bothered by any threats at all. Few could tell the story of seeing your blade at all. A swordman's that used only her sheath, yeah Zoro would be all over that.

"TRA!!!"

Law nearly jumped out his skin when Luffy appeared hanging upside down from a rail. He grumbled into his mug. "What!"

He only laughed. "Y/n is so cool~ I bet Zoro is happy to have a strong person to fight with." he grinned. Law only grunted. "Hmm, maybe she could join my crew. OI! Zoro! Ask Y/n to-," Luffy groaned after being hit upside his head. "Nami! What was that for?"

The navigator rolled her eyes. "You can't go trying to steal people's crew members. What if someone tried to recruit Zoro?"

Luffy understood her point but still whined. "But she's so strong~ Zoro would like it!"

"She's not a pet!" Law argued back.

Luffy laughed. "Ooo, what about a competition! Y/N, would you join my crew if I beat Toroa at a game?"

You skidded across the floor and smiled at the goofy captain. "Sorry Lu-chan, I can't leave my captain yet." she beamed even as she blocked an attack from Zoro without looking. "I owe him too much." she grinned before turning her attention back to her opponent while Sanji threatened to starve Zoro if he so much as got a cut on your skin.

Luffy pouted. "Boo, I want her..."

"Be nice captain." Robin lightly chided. She turned to the doctor. "I am curious though. How did you two meet, Tra-guy?"

Your ears picked up the question. "Cap-captain, no! Don't tell them!" you nervously stammered and waved your hands.

Zoro raised a brow. "Why not? Couldn't be that bad." he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. You wiped your face, neck, and bosom. He gulped down some water.

Seeing that your attention was back on him, Law relaxed a little. "It's nothing dramatic." he grumbled. "More embarrassing for me really..." he muttered.

"Huh???" everyone asked. For the doctor to admit that and not hold back was certainly something.

Law reclined back and spread his arms out. "I needed some assistance..."

~~~

You were finally able to relax and enjoy the warm weather after spending the morning training. Sitting and meditating was a great way for you to recenter before continuing about your day. You found a nice tree and were wrapping up when a heard some loud commotion nearby.

You opened your eyes to see a group of shady-looking men running away. A few moments later, an anxious looking polar bear was running around searching while tears seemed to be flowing from his eyes. You cocked your head to the side curiously. The polar bear cried out. "Captain is going to kill me!!!"

His uniform seemed to be unique enough from the townspeople, but not quite individualistic. You stood up and stretched. You weren't sure what to do about what you saw and decided to head back to your solitary home in the woods.

You left the busier town and continued walking casually in the woods. You knew this path well seeing as this was your childhood area filled with palm trees and secret waterfalls. You neared the summit of a hill and tensed as you felt an odd, distinct air. You dodged a knife thrown at your head and rested your hand on your sword.

A few of those men from before jumped out of the bushes. "Hehe, seems the rumors were true. What is a woman like you doing with that on your hip?"

"Looks expensive too." another added.

You met their greedy gaze with little interest. So they're robbers. You took a couple steps forward dismissively before they jumped to attack. You quickly reacted and swung your body around to dodge. You shifted on one foot before swinging the other to land in one guy's face. It would have been an easy conflict except more men appeared.

You grumbled before tying up your hair and pulling your sword from your waist.

"You got some moves, missy. But now we really know you don't need that sword. Those work better when they're out of their sheaths." he commented rudely.

You took an offensive stance and dashed to quickly to slice the shocked robbers. It only took a couple slashes or two before each man fell to the ground with serious wounds. You rolled your shoulders before sighing. You just saw them not so long ago, so their stolen goods were probably still on them. You peaked in a couple bushes before pulling out a long sword. It was heavy in your hand. You wondered how hard it would be to find its owner. Oh maybe, that polar bear would know. You continued to admire the blade when you felt the air shift once more. You turned around to see a man bring up a large hammer to swing at you. You tensed to move, but-

"Room."

An odd light feeling surrounded you for a second before you were in the grasp of a stranger. You looked up confusingly as someone could just hold you with one arm then watched as the man froze. "You're- you're-, you're the Surgeon of Death!" the man only tch-ed at the accusation before rotating his hands and muttered. "Shambles."

You watched in shocked as the various men's body parts were dismembered before shuffling around and mixing with each other. Most of them were still knocked out though and wouldn't realize the uncanny circumstance until they woke up.

The man gently placed you down and you clenched onto the sword while bowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I should have totally seen that coming. How embarrassing!" the words blurted from your mouth.

The man's gold eyes looked at you with uncertainty. "Don't mention it..." he paused before reaching his hand out, "my sword, please."

You looked at his hand then clenched tighter on the sword. "Oh, huh, is this your sword?" you laughed awkwardly. "Oh jeez, heh, sorry here-,"

"Captain!!!" a high-pitched voice echoed up the hill before the polar bear from before appeared with tears still flowing.

You brightened! "Oh bear-chan!"

The bear stopped and looked at you. He immediately took a defensive karate pose in front of the man. "Did you take my captain's sword! You- you-, woman! I'll"

"Bepo," the man interjected annoyed. "This woman just defeated these robbers. Show her a little respect." The other immediately dropped his pose before bowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Thank you for recovering, Kikuko!"

You scratched your cheek awkwardly and waved your hand. "Ah no problem at all. He saved my life!" you then turned and finally handed back the sword. "Thank you, again." you bowed. You straightened up. "I'm y/n."

The man seemed to relax more with the sword at his side finally. "Trafalgar Law. I'm sorry if we caused you trouble." he looked at his subordinate. "My sword was taken away while he was on watch."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"Tch, this is why I don't take naps..." Law muttered. "We'll leave now. I don't want to bother you more."

"Wait!" you called out. "I have to repay you! That guy nearly took off your head."

Law shook his head. "If anything, we're even. I saw how you fought; you would have been fine."

Your face warmed at the compliment. "No, I insist!" Law seemed to see your stubbornness despite the flustered appearance.

"Fine."

....

Law should have known better than to get his hopes up at your seemingly normal appearance. After meeting you a couple times while at your island, you proved to have a formidable reputation that had the Marines constantly trying to recruit you though you continued to reject them. As you two got along, you were amazed by Law and his crew's tales of travels and adventure. You recalled all the commotion that happened when the Worst Generation was at Sabody as well as the Marineford War. You never planned on being a pirate necessarily, but you had your own goals that meant you needed to leave home.

Law didn't know why you were so nervous to speak to him all the time, so he was shocked when you were able to as him to join his crew without a stutter. He wasn't sure what to think. You were strong and smart. And as much as he thought that another mouth to feed would be a bother, he couldn't deny that you would be a good addition. He'd hope that you at least learn to hold a conversation with him without playing with your hands.

~~~

"Law!!! You're so mean!" you wailed as you pushed your chest against the back of his head. He immediately blushed and tried to push you off. "I'm so embarrassed!" you clung onto him.

"Oh my god, I don't know why!" Law argued. You continued to fuss and Law shyly babied you in his arms.

The Strawhats were shocked by the softer scene in front of them. "He's surprisingly soft..." Robin noted.

Luffy groaned. "Oh boo, Tra is so lucky. No way she'll join us now." For some reason, he understood now.

~~~

*sprinkles in some slight jealousy because we like that here.* Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it @dancingnewcat Please let me know how it is. I'm so happy to finally get a request~

Until next time~

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗

𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖌𝖚𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia, Robert 'Bob' Floyd, Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗

Carmen Berzatto, Michael Berzatto

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖘

Joel Miller, Tommy Miller

𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖔𝖘

Javier Peña, Steve Murphy

𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

Stewy Hosseini, Kendall Roy, Roman Roy

𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘

Luke Alvez, Spencer Reid, Matt Simmons, Derek Morgan

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖗

Will Miller, Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller

𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 / 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Judd Ryder

𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖞

Jax Teller, Juice Ortiz, Chibs Telford, Opie Winston, Happy Lowman

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘

Art Donaldson, Patrick Zweig, Tashi Duncan

𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖘

Declan O’Hara, Rupert Campbell Black

𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘

Steve Harrington, Lip Gallagher

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞...

Rick Grimes, Negan

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[waystarresourceco]

So I love stories and headcanons where Kenstewy are functionally like off-on exes or friends with benefits but does anyone ever think about them as an almost? As the possibility of something that could never happen but that can’t be let go of either? Just picture it.

Picture an 18-year-old Stewy realizing that the most Kendall Roy could ever really offer anyone was an almost. Realizing that whatever Logan wants will always come first. That the smiles he and Kendall share, the intimacy formed through years of coming to know each other’s deep downs, can never overcome the pull of a future Stewy isn’t even sure Kendall really wants. And it’s not that anything changes. It’s not a realization that reshapes Stewy’s world. But it is one that reshapes his expectations. Because now he knows there’s only so much of Kendall available that isn’t already claimed. That those hasty teenage hand jobs given while high off their asses can’t survive outside the confines of a baked-out car or the bathroom at a party. To ask for anything more would be setting himself up for disappointment. So he doesn’t. He lets the idea of them go. He lets them stay an almost.

And looking back on it, Stewy thinks maybe Kendall was his first love. His first real love. The kind that sticks to your soul and leaves fingerprints across whatever good thing tries to follow. The kind that refuses to leave. Because Kendall can never let him go and Stewy can never walk away, even when he knows he should. Even when he knows Logan will always be the ghost standing between them and anything real.  

Instead, he finds a compromise. He decides not to put Kendall first. He can’t bring himself not to take Kendall’s call, but he won’t rearrange his life either. Not if he can help it. Because he knows exactly how it will go. He knows the most Kendall can ever give back is almost.

[envihellbender]

Which Succession character would you take to a fancy dinner to impress everyone

For the charm offence:

Shiv’s main skill is her ability to persuade and charm when it comes to those outside of the family. Pierce considered selling to Logan instantly if they made Shiv the CEO, she is referred to as “the nice one” on SNL, and she got Gil Eavis to meet with her dad. This is why she was so successful in politics, and could’ve continued to be if she wasn’t manipulated into leaving. As the girl she was always forced into the position of charming her dad to get his attention as she was instantly shut out from the business. This was clearly a defence mechanism because she felt abandoned by her mother who said she chose her dad. This brings us to the fact that Shiv feels threatened by other matriarchal figures (Marcia, for example) and tries to replace them. She often considers them a threat, especially when it comes to her relationship with her dad. All of those shows she doesn’t go for brutal, up front fights like Connor, Kendall, or Logan. She is subtle and tries to butter people up first, she knows when she needs to be charming.

She can lead a whole social event and knows exactly when to be flattering, when to pull out the banter, and when to bring up work. She knows what people want and need, she knows what people want to hear (this is shown when it comes to the Anniversary where Shiv is the only one who gives Logan what he wants as a present.) So long as no one offered her a stake in a company to betray me I think she’d be a good choice.

For the Business opportunities:

Stewy knows all the right people and he is somewhat loyal so long as he knows he is getting a hefty paycheck. He is very good at reading people and situations, for example during the vote of no confidence he knew when to back out and cut his losses. That being said, once he agrees to work with someone, if the money and security looks good, he is somewhat loyal. For example, he works for Sandy and Sandi from the beginning, and it’s shown in season three that not even money will sway him away from them, and he is still loyal to Sandi even after Sandy’s brain is going.

If it is purely a social event:

I admit I’m a little bit biased with this one because Roman is my favourite but I do have a genuine reason for this one. So when Roman is around his family he becomes the younger, annoying brat type. He becomes the archetype in abusive families known as the joker and sets himself up to be the scapegoat. He desperately wants to impress his dad, and later Kendall. This all shows he is extremely unimpressive. However, if we assume that this isn’t a Waystar or Roy event I actually think he’d be a decent choice.

In season one when collecting people to support a vote of no confidence against Logan Roy, Roman immediately says he will take Lawrence Yee. His reasoning is they know each other from a party they went to and get along really well. When we get to the restaurant later with Roman, Lawrence, and Lawrence’s husband Roman does actually come across as extremely charming. He’s even a little flirtatious (more so in the script) and manages to persuade them based essentially just on having the gift of the gab. It’s one of those circumstances where we see that when Roman is in a social situation without any pressure from the outside he actually can do quite well.

Another little detail I always quite like is that he is the only one who defends and is kind to Kerry after Logan’s death. Roman and Shiv I think both feel to me like if they had a different upbringing they’d be alright people.

[ithinkofnealcassady]

i just found this line i forgot i wrote and laughed so hard i thought my heart was arresting

[gayhoediaz]

between deals and desire

@heterosexistly’s birthday fic ♡

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“Alright?” Kendall asks, feeling the corner of his mouth twitch, hand briefly hovering over the back of his neck before he finally lets it fall into his hair as Stewy eases his shirt up to his waist, pressing a trail of warm, comforting kisses to his stomach, the scratch of his beard always a welcome burn, even when it’s faint. “Alright what?”

“Alright, I’m gonna make you come your brains out so you can get some sleep,” Stewy explains - and to anyone else, his tone would sound bored - but all Kendall hears is love. Care.

♡ read on ao3 ♡

[inknopewetrust]

There’s just something about writing a fic, not finishing it, letting it sit for months, then having it pop back up through another fixation, and finally coming around to finishing it because it WORKS!

Daily reminder that just because you don’t think a fic is working, don’t give up on it. It will find its home eventually.