#thank you for writing this lovely piece op 💖

[mandiemegatron]

ミ💖 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 💖彡

𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐆

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

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A/N : HELLO MY LIL TANGERINES!!! Here it is! Finally, my birthday piece for my husband, I love him so much and I had so many feels writing this 😭😭😭 I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it, I love you all so much !!! (If u see any errors.... no u don't 💖)

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 ; @baka-tsuki // @baka-tsuki-2 ♡

Law was not a fan of his birthday.

The Heart Pirates knew to keep to themselves for the day, even though deep down they wished for nothing more than to celebrate their amazing Captain. Years flew by in the blink of an eye, his birthday passing over and over without so much as a cake or gift, except for the ones given by Bepo, Penguin and Shachi.

Then Y/N came along.

Waking to a good handful blown up balloons wandering around his office, his brows furrowed with a deep frown across his face in confusion. Glancing at the clock, he realized he'd only slept about three hours, and by the amount of balloons that were floating around-

His thoughts stopped as his door creaked open slightly and a gift bag was shuffled in, a familiar hand quickly pulling back and closing the door. Law narrowed his eyes at the gift with a low sigh, hearing the rapid footsteps leaving his door.

Laws hands clenched into fists as he stared at the gift bag, forcing himself to take a deep breath before he finally walked towards it. He bent down slightly and picked it up, giving a soft hum in surprise at the weight.

Slowly making his way back to his desk, he flopped down in his chair tiredly, a tattooed hand running through messy hair with a loud yawn leaving him at the same time. He simply stared at the gift until the door opened and in came Bepo, a fresh cup of tea in his paws.

"Good morning, Captain!"

Law gave his best friend a withering look, accepting the mug with a nod of thanks as he sighed down at the gift once again.

"...I don't think anyone told her."

Laws eyes flickered back to Bepo at his meek voice, an almost anxious look on the Minks face as he took in his Captains state.

"... it's fine."

Bepo quickly gave his report before giving a salute, murmuring quickly, "Happy birthday!" before running out the door before Law could retort with a snap. The Heart Pirate Captain grunted in irritation and huffed as he threw his face into his palms, rubbing at his aching eyes roughly before pulling away with another huff.

Glaring at the card taped to the simple paper bag, little Heart Pirate crests hand drawn all over it, he ripped it off the bag and opened it, wanting to get it done and over with.

His motions slowed as he took in the hand-made card, his fingers gently running over the front with another deep-set frown. He could tell the love and effort Y/N had put into it.

Opening it, his heart slumped through the floor as he took in all the loving words and signatures from everyone on the ship, the thought touching Law, though he gave a low "Tsk," a hand covering the lower half of his face as he read everything over.

His eyebrows furrowed again as he realized Y/N hadn't signed it, giving the card a flip over and he felt tears prickle his eyes as he took in the words she'd written on the back.

Law,

I'm so proud of you for doing your best to be okay.

I'm proud of you for waking up and trying.

I'm so proud of you for being here today because I know some of your yesterday's were really hard.

You are going to get through whatever you go through, because you're not alone anymore.

I hope you fight for yourself when no one else does and I hope you know you are worthy of your wildest dreams.

You are someone worth fighting for.

Keep going.

Love always,

Y/N. ♡

Throwing the card down on his desk a little more aggressively than he meant to, he sat back in his chair with his arms crossed tight across his chest, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

He absolutely loathed how hard her words hit, his heart both racing and sinking in his chest, his hands gripping his arms as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip.

He stewed for a good hour, his eyes never leaving the card. It was like it was made of poison and he would get sick if he touched it again, but it felt like his hands burned to touch it once more. He fought with himself over and over until he finally went for the gift, pulling out four individually wrapped items.

Ripping the first one open, he let out an almost inaudible gasp, his hands brushing over the cover of a First Edition of Sora : Warrior of the Seas. Opening it to the first page, he noted with pure excitement that it was not only number 4 out of millions of copies, but it was signed.

Child like excitement ran over him as he held the book to his chest, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude encompassing him. His hands shook slightly as he put the book down, his fingers almost not wanting to leave it in case it burst into dust under his touch.

He finally went for the next gift, opening the smaller package and giving a shaky, soft laugh as he looked over the Commemorative Collectors Coins, four of them in total.

Alabasta, Logue Town, Fishman Island...

Flevance.

Wide, teary eyes took in the coin, slightly dented and marred from its years of being traded; he noted it looked recently polished and he immediately broke down, his free hand covering his face as he silently wept into his palm.

He didn't know how long he cried for, the coin tight in his fist and indenting his skin to the point of almost bruising it. When his eyes finally stopped shedding tears, he looked back up and gave a watery sigh, picking up the next gift, the coin still in his other hand.

He smiled softly at the new pen, turning it over and chuckling to himself as he noted his name etched into the side of it, along with a new, lined journal. He flipped the book open and hummed softly, taking in the small words Y/N wrote on the first inner page.

For when things just don't make sense... write it out! ♡

He opened the last gift and immediately threw it on, the handmade scarf black and yellow striped with his ensignia embroidered on both ends soft against his neck. His hands ran over the high quality yarn with an amazed look, surprised by how well it was made.

A knock on his door caused him to jump, quickly throwing everything back into the bag and gently placing it under his desk, though his hometown coin remained on his desk, just off to the side.

"Come in."

Y/N poked her head in and his heart leapt into his throat at her expression, sadness and worry written across her face as she stepped in. She closed the door behind her and walked the three steps to his desk, sitting down at the chair in front of it and immediately opened her mouth to speak, only to stop at Law raised his hand.

"I have something to say, first. If you don't mind."

His words grew quiet by the end, almost nervous as he took a breath and slowly continued,

"I... had a very... wild childhood, as you would put it. How you knew about my hometown..."

He shook his head as she went to reply, anxiety clear in her eyes.

"I don't know who told you, but I am incredibly grateful to you for what you gave me. This is an irreplaceable gift, Y/N."

His eyes softened as he continued a little quieter,

"A very thoughtful gift. I am incredibly thankful."

Reaching down, he pulled out the book and pursed his lips into a thin line, unable to contain his excitement as he then asked,

"How did you find this? Do you know how rare these are?"

Y/N gave a relieved sigh before laugh lightly,

"Incredibly rare. It's uh," She scratched her cheek as she looked of to the side, her cheeks tinted pink. "It was mine. I have number 4 and 5, and who better to give the signed edition to but Sora's biggest fan?"

Law clutched the book to his chest again, his inner child literally screaming and running around in his head at her words.

"... What did I do to deserve such kindness?"

Turning her eyes back to him, she gave him a wide, genuine grin as she cheekily replied,

"You may not like your birthday, but I like your birthday... and I think that's reason enough to celebrate."

Smiling back at her, he placed the book down on his desk and rose from his chair, moving around his desk and gently grasping her hands, pulling her from her own chair and into his arms tightly.

The two were silent for a while, her head on his chest and arms around his waist as his arms cradled her to him, his cheek resting on the top of her head comfortably. After a few moments, Laws voice suddenly rumbled out softly,

"... I think I can deal with that."

Y/N chuckled into his chest, the sound and feeling causing his heart to dance in his ribs like a wild drum.

"For the rest of your life?"

Law laughed slightly, grinning into his hair as he replied,

"I, at the very least, think I could handle another year with you."

Y/N was silent for a moment, simply squeezing him lovingly before she finally murmured out,

"... Happy birthday, Law."

[mintypsii]

HIIIII I JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR SANUSO FANFIC WITH THE LATTE ART IS THE FIRST ONE PIECE FANFIC I’VE READ DESPITE BEING IN THE FANDOM FOR A YEAR AND I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH AND IT’S SO SO CUTE AND IT MAKES ME GIGGLE WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT

HHI OMG. YOU HABE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME AAAUHGHVJDJDJ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! 💖💥💖🔥🙏💥🙏💖‼️💖💖💖💖AAAGHHHHH I WAS SO SCARED TO POST IT SINCE IM NOT VERY CONFIDENT IN MY WRITING BUT IM REAAALLLLYYY GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT WWNWNDHGF CUZ I DEF ENJOYED WRITING IT LOL!!! and woah no way it was your first op fic IM RELIEVED THAT I WASNT A BAD INTRODUCTION TO OP FANFICTION 😭😭😭💥💥💥 here's a lil concept doodle i did of em that i cleaned up for u 🫶🫶

[jadedrrose]

Hi Heather! I'm really glad that you've started to get into a new interest! Although I am sad to see you officially leave the One Piece fandom since your blog was one I held very close to my heart and even kickstarted me falling inlove with Law!

Even if you aren't going to write for OP or Law ever again, I'm never to forget about your account because I still want to know how you're going even if it means that I'll sometimes feel sad to think about how much things have changed. You've always been someone that has been a huge inspiration and influence on me, stay safe love! ❤️

Oh my GOD this is the sweetest message I’ve ever received 🥺 thank you

And yeah, I feel like if it weren’t for Oda’s rather…. poor decisions regarding a certain character (and then praising another manga creator who’s a known p-word (I learned about that only a few weeks ago)) I would still have some interest in one piece. I don’t think I’ll ever dislike it, but I just… can’t look at it the same lol 😭

But regardless, I’m so glad I’ve inspired you!! That’s such a cool thing for me to “accomplish”, you know? It’s probably the best compliment I’ve ever received too :) again, thank you sm!! 💖

[wiltkingart]

Hi! Hope this isn’t weird but I’ve been scrolled thru ur art both here and on instagram SO MANY times just. Observing and analyzing the way you paint. It is so so so special to me. My favorite pieces are your pathologic ones, specifically the art for fish bones and the piece with the rug haha. Everything you paint just feels so intricate, like someone took all this colored paper and collaged on top of each other, it’s so three dimensional while also reading as one flat surface if that makes sense.. I cannot get over the dimension and weight your work has, it’s seriously so incredible. I’ve found myself referencing your painting style when I work on my own things as well!! And of course, I love the pre/no op trans bodies you draw. They really do make me feel better on the days where I’m unable to bind due to how hot it is outside. 💖💖

agh this is so sweet <3 i had more patho art planned for this month as this time of the year is Prime Patho Thoughts season, but that was before i was beset by visions and dragged by my ankles into the writing dungeon. awkward! but i'll resume that stuff when i can, because making patho art is so calming to me. :)

this is also the first time someone has compared my art to paper collages, and that is both fascinating and exciting as one of my main focus points with painting at the moment is to make art that encourages the viewer to feel as if you can reach in and touch these figures. just. grab a hold of flesh with your whole hand. and then do with it what you will.

thanks so much for the thoughtful message, may you find it just as exciting to push dimension into your own work, and stay safe in the heat!

[vivifriend]

Get to know me, tag game.

Tagged by the lovely @bostoniangirl21 Thank you. 💖

I'm tagging @raine-kai, @sixylicious, and @rainpebble3 (no pressure. And feel free to throw things at me for tagging you multiple times in one day (ope, fam wants to eat more watermelon, so getting chased to bed. I'll tag you in the rest of the stuff tomorrow. 😇))

Last Song

Dernier Danse - Indila (well, that was the last one when I sat down and wrote this). First heard it on a Yuri on Ice amv, and I listen to it often. ^_^ Put it on a playlist I made when I first started writing Learning Curve.

Last movie?

I honestly can't remember. 😅 It's been a while.

Currently watching?

@raine-kai just dragged me (willingly) through the last of the Marineford arc in One Piece. And we're just waiting for my migraines to stop so we can continue into the next arc. ^_^

I am trying to convince my spouse to watch Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty or The Untamed with me. It's difficult. He is not a morning person At All. 😂 (and it's the only time we'd be able to watch it).

Currently Reading?

The Long Patrol by Brian Jacques. One of my favorite Redwall stories. ^_^ I am also slowly working through my fanfic 'marked for later' list. Slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwly.

Current Craving?

Sleep, unbroken by bees/wasps/yellow jackets buzzing against my screen at 0230 in the morning... -_- (ok, only seen the first 2 so far and I will 100% have a panic attack if/when I see the latter (long story) but still. Go away. Please. Stop making me fear for the integrity of my screen. 😭😭😭).

Last thing you searched for writing purposes?

A map of High Rock

[rillils]

*me pushes you aggresively!!!*

RILS LISTEN. LISTEN RILSS i can't believe you just wrote a story based on my f1 steve. i was completely mesmerized by it that i accidentally squealed so loud at work and had to quickly cover my mouth. one of my coworkers looked at me and said "you okay?" and i said yeah, but truth is NO! I WANT TO ROLL ON THE GROUND AND SCREAM WHILE HOLDING MY PHONE🤣haha oh dear, i'm gonna think about your delicious writing piece for the next few months (especially the one where steve was in the sunset, the kissing scene and bucky's cigarette drop💖 THATS JUST SO MMMWAHH MWAH MWAH). ashdjfdk i love you rils. i love how you react so gleefully towards others' people work including mine (even though i'm still learning how to draw🥺), you always make me swoon with your words and your support is the reason why so many ops continue to pursue their arts hehe. thank you so much my precious. now pls take this little feisty steve💓

AYA MY SWEETS 💖💕🌷💛💫💞✨💖💕💖 AKDHSUHSJSK I LOVE YOU

This is one of sweetest messages I have ever received in my entire life, and I'm still smiling like a complete dumbass BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FJDHKSLSK💕💕💕 I wish I had the skills to write a whole fic based on your art, rather than just a silly little headcanon screamed in the tags, but!!!!! Your art is so inspiring, sometimes I just can't help myself!! IT'S TOO GOOD AHGDUSHSH 💕💖✨💞✨ I'm not kidding here darling, your art tag is an actual treasure from start to finish and I want everybody to know that 💖💖💖 And yes, I will absolutely confess that I have a soft spot for your Steve art, and every time I see a new post, a new AU by you, all I can do is SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL AND SQUEAL SOME MORE

You might still be learning, but your art has such a beautiful, delicate, soft quality that I can't even describe, it's like- like if strawberry milk and peach flavoured yogurt had a baby, you know?? That sweetness! That delicious velvety creaminess!! Aya my love, your art isn't just art, it's a whole mood, it's its own brand of aesthetic, it's a feeling! an emotion!! And it's gorgeous and I love it!!!! with my entire heart!!!! and I'm gonna tell everyone willing to listen!!! And I believe that art always shows a little bit of the artist who created it, and your art radiates pure beauty, pure sweetness, pure love coming straight from your beautiful beautiful heart, 'cause you're gorgeous inside and out, my dear 💖💖💖💖💖

You, and all the amazing talented artists in this fandom, bring me so much joy every day, making all this wonderful art about these two boys that I love so dearly, and when I get silly in the tags (aka all the time, let's be real xD), that's just me trying to convey how happy you guys make me, and how grateful I am for every single work of art I get to enjoy thanks to you all 💕💕💕

I love love love love you sweet Aya, and also I'm 100% stealing that little feisty Steve because *SCREECH* HE'S PERFECT!!!! 💞✨💕💖💫💓💞

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! MWWUUUUAH

[abelladxnna]

// Okay.

I know I should have posted this months back but here's the thing. I will be putting this blog in a semi-hiatus mode.

Semi (but really more like two-thirds) because while the muse is going really strong, I'll be having even less free time to write when I start my job this month. Also at the moment, I'm wanting to prioritize other creative projects, mostly involving a One Piece OC I made a couple months ago.

And so with the even more limited free time I have, I'm not certain when I'll return to being fully active here. Maybe if I need a break from OP stuff, I will drop by here to work on the really really REALLY overdue replies (I'm really sorry) or engage in occasional dash shenanigans but I can't guarantee that'll be soon because I honestly feel very excited about these fics I'll be writing.

It doesn't feel right for me to actually say "goodbye" since I'm not actually leaving. It's more like taking a very very long vacay. I'm still available for IMs via my personal or discord which I am open to RPing as Kita or just have fun trading muse interaction ideas!!

But for now, thank you all for understanding! I absolutely miss and love every one of you. And I will see you later 💖

[storyofmychoices]

Hii 🥰

I am a huge fan of your stories for Bryce & Olivia. A) Because you write for Bryce (which I so love 😍) and B) Olivia is so vibrant and sunny.

I’ve wanted to ask you if you always had a fc in mind while you were playing / reading OP? Or did you get it when you first started writing for OH?

And the artwork? Damn impressive! Do you have any recommendations for artists? My birthday is coming up and I was thinking of commissioning an art piece 😍

Aww thank you so much for this sweet ask. I am so so sorry for answering this months later! 🙈

I'm so glad you enjoy Bryce and Olivia. Bryce really is the best! and you love Olivia 🥹🥹🥹 That means so so much. Olivia is my precious sunbeam. I love her so much. I really can't thank you enough for this.

As for Olivia's FC, I played OpH romancing Ethan primarily. I had a second account where I played for Bryce but I was set with Ethan. I only started romancing Bryce primarily after Covid hit and I needed Bryce's sunshine personality to help me get through some of the darker days. Olivia is an original character and her personality came first and then I felt Holland Roden was a good fit to match. I also was on a Teen Wolf rewatch at the time so that didn't hurt lol. As for Bryce, I've never found the "just right" FC for him. Either their skintone is too light or they don't have his features the way I'd want them.

I am so lucky to have worked with so many amazing artists!

@hydn-jpg, @vantaray, @rosefuckinggenius, @somewillwin, @weetlebeetle, @bayleedrawsx, @cashweasel, @neonravensart, ArtbyAinna (instagram), Irdeinfierno (instagram), I know I'm missing someone 🙈 I'm sorry in advance!!!

Sorry again for taking so long to answer. 💖💖💖💖

[moonstruck-writing]

I posted 1,783 times in 2022

That's 1,688 more posts than 2021!

181 posts created (10%)

1,602 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@primeministerofantarctica

@thechavanator

@randowwriter

@vixvaporub

@a3hihi

I tagged 1,779 of my posts in 2022

#luna reblogs - 1,568 posts

#q - 784 posts

#a3! - 242 posts

#op fanart - 199 posts

#reblogged hcs - 113 posts

#heartstopper - 104 posts

#akayona - 104 posts

#on writing - 96 posts

#luna rambles - 93 posts

#pararai - 84 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#this is so amazing and accurate and just. thank you. thank you so much for creating this beautiful piece of love in this difficult time😭💖

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Luke Pearce | Love Languages Headcanons

Pairing: Luke x MC | Tears of Themis

Prompt: Love languages from @themistypewriter February prompt

Rating: General

C/Ws: fluff, second-person pov, mentions of main story (ep 5?) details.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: based on the global server.

Words of affirmation

I feel that Words of Affirmation is Luke’s primary love language. He is very vocal about expressing his feelings for you, and he always wants to reassure you that you are very special to him.

It also seems that he prefers to receive love in that way. When you have misunderstandings, he is reassured after you have thoroughly explained yourself.

If he’s already that vocal in a friendship, in a romantic relationship he would even be more conscientious.

He would constantly express his love and affection for you, but it doesn’t always come in the form of “I love you”. He would praise you, tell you all the things he admires about you, and express how he feels whenever he is with you.

I think Luke is the type to be quite confident in a relationship, so he wouldn’t say “I love you” that often, because he doesn’t think it’s necessary, just like he wouldn’t need to hear it from you. Your tone of voice and what you say to him are already conveying your love for him.

If you’re the type who says “I love you” quite often, he would get used to it and pick up the habit to say it just as much – not just saying it back to you, but actually saying it randomly at other times.

I think Luke would also be the type to keep in touch through texting throughout the day. Sending you little stickers every now and then, and just telling you random things about his day. Your replies help him feel connected to you, and even if you’re not speaking of anything important, you replying to his bids for attention mean the world to him.

If you’re really busy during the day, he’d make sure to call you when you’re free. Hearing your voice relaxes him.

Quality time

I think quality time would be next, but it would tie with Acts of Service.

Whenever you and he have a free day, he’s always trying to spend it together since he feels guilty about having spent all those years apart from you.

However, he doesn’t just spend time with you out of guilt – he really needs it. He has a lot of fun with you, and sharing time and space together reinforces the connection you two have.

Be it cooking a meal – and failing in the process – together, going out on adventures, or even just watching a movie, he loves giving you his undivided attention, and he thrives on you doing the same.

Your time together has a hint of the familiarity you two shared growing up, so it’s quite easy for you to spend entire days together without feeling any need for alone time.

However, if you two are busy, he’d suggest working on your own projects together – it reminds him of how you guys used to study together during high school. He would ask for your advice with certain problems, and he’d offer to do the same for you. Being able to talk about your work with this kind of depth brings you closer, and proves that you can count on each other for everything.

Acts of Service

He is always trying to protect you and make sure you are safe, so obviously acts of service are big for him. It comes like second nature to him, and he doesn’t even realize he is trying to do something for you until you point it out to him.

If you are okay with him wanting to spoil you and always watch out for you, I think he would actually relax a little over time.

However, if someone trying to do stuff for you pisses you off – because it makes you think other people don’t believe you are capable of being independent – and you confront him about it, it would hurt him at first.

He wouldn’t understand why you don’t want him doing all those things for you – checking that any small cut is healing properly, making sure you are warm and cozy and well-fed, etc. – because for him it’s just a way to prove that he cares about you.

If you take the time to explain it to him – that you are an adult and have been perfectly capable of surviving and thriving on your own before he reappeared into your life – he would try to rationalize it, so he would totally understand what you mean, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he still wants to do things for you.

He would try to find other activities that don’t annoy you, like carrying stuff that looks heavy, taking you to and picking you up from places, and definitely, getting better at cooking special dishes for you.

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69 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#4

Staring Contest

Pairing: Rintarou Suna x gn!reader | Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen Contents: fluff, pining, skater!suna Summary: “hey primadonna don’t you wanna stay a little longer talk to me?” -Everywhere Everything by This Century Suna’s intense stare game is strong af. That’s it. That’s the fic. Word count: 2.6k A/N: I didn’t know I liked writing this type of character so much but oh god I do. It’s high school Suna because honestly that made the setting easier but I tried to keep it as vague as possible.

image credit here

I use initials to name secondary characters – keeps it more neutral, you can imagine whatever you like.

“guy/ guys” is used here as a gender-neutral term (like person/people).

You observed the room, trying to figure out what people to talk to and what people to avoid. Everyone was quite busy doing their own thing, which let you freely observe them without having to worry about being seen. Or at least, that was what you thought until you locked eyes with him.

He was looking at you, his facial features totally relaxed, no trace of anything, not even a smile. You thought of being the first to smile, but there was something in the fact he was staring so boldly at you that made you a bit uncomfortable. You avoided looking in his direction until classes ended.

The next day, you made casual conversation with the classmates that sat close to you, M and K. They invited you to hang out with them during break, and you thought everything was going great until you felt it and turned your head. He was staring at you from across the room. You didn’t even know his name yet. You looked away and sighed. It must be because I’m the new student.

“What’s got you sighing like that?” M asked.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just… one of the guys keeps staring at me and well… I don’t know if I should be worried.” Maybe they could give you a bit of information on him.

“Who?” K and M started scanning the room but no one was looking in your direction anymore.

“Nevermind.”

You moved outside during break, and some other guys joined you. You were unaware at first, so focused on trying to remember everybody’s names and make out their relationships through their conversations, but soon enough, you felt it again. He was there. That means he must be friends with them… maybe you had been misinterpreting his gaze? He could’ve been looking at either K or M. And right now he wasn’t looking at you…

“Hey, new student.”

“That’s not their name, you dickhead.”

When the guys seemed to take an interest in you, he stepped closer but still didn’t say a word. It wasn’t until your new friends kicked them away that you saw he did have his eyes on you, at least right before leaving.

“Mm… is the guy you were talking about in class Suna?”

“What?”

“The guy you said kept staring at you. Suna was totally doing that now.”

So his name is Suna.

“Don’t worry, he looks scary but that’s just his looks. Dude never works a muscle on his face.”

There was more staring during the following weeks, but now that you knew he wasn’t going to mug you or something, you tried staring back at him. The problem was, his game was strong.

The intensity he looked at you with… it was the first time someone looked at you like that. Yes, you had been stared at before, for better or for worse, but people always showed something in their expression. Anger, lust, disgust, something, but with Suna it was different. There was nothing there. You couldn’t figure him out at all.

You knew he did know your name by that time, he must have, but he still… never talked to you. You started speaking to more people, but his intense stares made it difficult to approach him without being overly conscious of yourself. He did speak to other people, just… not you.

That’s why when you were walking home alone, you didn’t even think of anything upon seeing him walking in the opposite direction.

“Hey.”

You turned to look at him in disbelief, but he was the only person close to you.

“Hi,” you replied looking at him, and you could swear you saw his lips move into a smirk, but when you looked at them he was wearing the same impassible gesture on his face.

How weird.

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78 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

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Artem Wing | Love Languages Headcanons

Pairing: Artem x MC | Tears of Themis

Prompt: Love languages from @themistypewriter February prompt

Rating: General

C/Ws: fluff, second-person pov, mentions of his personal story details, established relationship

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: based on the global server.

Acts of Service

I couldn’t decide if his primary love language would be acts of service or gift giving but I think in a relationship, it would be acts of service.

Artem is the type that has the intention and possible outcomes of his actions in mind whenever he does something (he is really careful about his “advances” with you, and tries to plan things so that you like it).

He’d be the type to try to make your wishes and dreams come true, as well as to recreate fond memories you have. He’d learn to cook your favourite dishes, take you to your favourite places, or even plan a vacation to a destination you have always dreamed of.

He’d be quite secretive about it, not telling you anything until he has perfected every tiny detail.

I feel that even if Artem tends to surprise you with grander gestures – like suddenly announcing you are going on the trip of your dreams and you don’t have to do anything because he has already planned for it – he’d also be there for you in the small daily little things. If you’re too tired from the day, he’d start taking on your chores around the house – like washing the dishes without even saying a word when it’s your turn to do it, or doing the laundry before you run out of clothes to wear.

If your love language is also acts of service, he would be quite taken aback at first, because he is so used to taking care of himself and being independent. However, I think he’d understand what you’re doing and why, and he’d thank you for making him feel so loved. That doesn’t mean he’d get used to it, though. He has spent too long only counting on himself after all. So every time you do something for him, it would still come as a surprise because he isn’t taking it for granted.

If you’re also quite independent yourself and you don’t rely on others, it could cause him some conflict, because he wouldn’t know how to show you he loves you. He’d try to argue with you about certain things being “his duty as your partner”, though.

Gifts

It’s canon he is the first one to gift you stuff (if we only count from the time the game starts, not your childhood).

He tries to express his feelings through his gifts – a bouquet – and he tends to go for the classic options. Less risk of messing it up.

He also pays a lot of attention to see what you like and buys it for you without you knowing it’s him or why.

For Artem it’s more about seeing the satisfaction in your face than it is about you acknowledging he has bought that for you.

That’s why I think in a cohabitation relationship, he would buy little things and randomly place them in the house for you to find when he’s not around.

He’d want to be around the first couple of times though, just to see how you react and if he’s doing well or not, in case you’d rather he didn’t do that.

So you’d be going to prepare a snack for yourself and suddenly this really expensive brand of cookies would be on the shelf, coincidentally, your favourites. You’d go to the living room to show him, asking about it.

“Ah,” he’d feel a bit embarrassed and not know what to say, avoiding your gaze. When you press him and he confesses he has bought them for you, there is a faint blush on his face.

As much as he loves you thanking him – and maybe giving him a hug or a kiss – he doesn’t do it for you to thank him, he genuinely just wants to see you happy.

When you do the same for him – buying tickets for a movie you think he’d like before he has time to even check the billboard – I think Artem would have a moment of realization. They really know me, and that means, you two have been together for long enough that you can do these things for him. It would make him feel your relationship is strong.

Words of Affirmation

Artem would shower you in love, compliments and affirmation. And he would be so deep and subtle about it, too. You’d be telling him about something that happened in your day – whether it be a work-related affair or a conversation with a friend – and he’d just say “your solution was so creative” or “I love the way you saw that and replied to them”.

It could come off as patronizing, but he isn’t saying it with that intent at all. If you ever feel judged and confront him about it – like telling him you’re not seeking his approval or validation – he’d explain that it’s not him looking down on you and judging you worthy of him, but rather, he feels so amazed by what a great person you are, and he feels compelled to tell you all the time.

Most of his words of affirmation would come from your behaviour or way of thinking, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention to you physically.

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81 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

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They look so beautiful I'm 😳😳

86 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Familiarity

Pairing: Reki Kyan x f!reader | Sk8 the Infinity Rating: Teen C/W: fluff, established relationship, PDA Summary: You go to a restaurant with Reki’s family and his sisters monopolise all your attention. Reki wants you to himself, though. Word count: 829 A/N: I had a dream that kinda went like this so I needed to get it out of my system. This is the first time I write Reki (and for SK8!)~ I hope you enjoy this!!

“The check, please.” Reki’s mum gestures to the waiter. You look at Reki, who smiles at you from across the table. You feel like this is the first time you’ve looked at him during the whole lunch.

You’re really glad his family are accepting of you, but sometimes you wish his little sisters loved you a little less. You had hoped maybe you could sit down next to Reki and hold hands every now and then, but they had other plans for you. You’re still sandwiched between Chihiro and Nanaka, and they’ve been constantly demanding your attention.

“Onee-san, look…!” One of them tugs at your sleeve, making you look away from Reki and refocus your attention on what they want.

Soon enough, Reki’s mum pays and you’re all ready to leave.

“Girls, do you need to go to the bathroom?” She leans down to straighten their clothes a bit.

“Mmm…I’m not sure, but I’ll go if Onee-san goes!” One of them mumbles. Koyomi, the oldest one, laughs.

“Now, lunch is over. You’ve had her all to yourselves, it’s Reki’s turn now!” She takes their hands as if to show them she’s serious.

Hearing his mum saying that makes you embarrassed. It even sounds like you’re some toy they’re fighting over.

“Mum, you don’t need to say those things. Besides, she should be the one choosing, not any of us.” Reki readjusts his headband and looks at you.

“We can… go ahead and wait for all of you outside the restaurant,” you suggest. Before anyone can complain, Reki’s mum urges her daughters further inside the restaurant. You start walking towards the entrance, followed by Reki.

“We can go through that door.” You turn to him and see he’s pointing towards a smaller side entrance, just to the right of where you were headed. You doubt whether that’s actually open because everyone seems to be using the main doors. When you push, the side door opens, and you start going down the stairs.

“Wait, just-,” Reki calls from behind you, making you stop right in the middle of the stairs. Before you can turn to him to see what’s the matter, he envelops you in a big hug from behind.

“Reki?”

“Just for a bit, okay?” He wraps his arms around you a bit tighter and leans his chin on your shoulder. Grabbing his forearms, you relax into his touch for a few moments. Then, some noise startles you and you realise you’re probably visible from the restaurant.

“Reki? Your family will see us…”

“I don’t want to let go yet.” He whispers into your ear, and you feel weak in the knees. “Plus, it’ll be a while until they come out.”

“Let’s sit down at least.” He lets go of you momentarily and you both sit down on the stairs, with you between his legs. He quickly pulls you back into his chest, hugging you tightly. There, enclosed by his arms and legs, you feel warm and protected.

You start fiddling with Reki’s ripped black jeans, pulling at the frayed fabric, and caressing very gently the exposed skin. You can see the faint colour that indicates he is bruising.

“I love you so much,” he whispers and nuzzles his nose in your neck, breathing you. You hug the arms that are holding you.

“I love you too, Reki.” You feel him raising his head from its spot on your shoulder and turn to look at him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips that makes you smile. You press against him again, deepening the kiss. Your tongues find each other, and you bask in the familiarity of this intimate moment.

You hear some voices from the main entrance to the restaurant.

“Huh, where are Onee-san and Onii-chan?”

You’re glad the bushes that decorate de entrance separate and hide you from their sight.

“We should go, Reki.” You whisper, tapping his arms.

“No,” he whines. “They’ll want to bring you home and show you their rooms and toys.”

“But you can have me all to yourself afterwards?” You smile at him.

“Promise?” His voice sounds so serious it makes you giggle. “Otherwise, I’ll abduct you and lock you down in my room.”

“Your room doesn’t have a lock, though?”

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Sashi! Your latest event looks really intriguing; I hope you have a lot of fun writing for it. I'm really excited to see what you create for us.

If you haven't received too many requests for him, could I request Pharaoh Law x F!reader NSFW and arranged marriage? Whether you accept this request or not, thank you so much for the wonderful content you provide!

Hiii baby!! thank u so much for your support you are amazing!! I hope you like this little twist of the prompt!! It's been challenging and I LOVED IT! I hope you do too! 💖💖

👑Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 ~ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕙! 𝕃𝕒𝕨 𝕩 𝔽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ~ 𝕆𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤

tw: nsfw. inspired in Ancient Egypt culture, pure research as I'm not an expert much less a descendant, please forgive me if there are any mistakes. It's in no way intented to disrispect any culture. Law is a virgin (Pharaohs ruled when they were pretty young, tho he is 18+ of course, it's up to you to imagine how old he was) Reader is a slave so expect to read some whipping on your back and hot sand on your feet. Also, can you guess in which OP character I based the Oracle? 👐

wc: 3.2k

specific vocab: Nun ➡ the equivalent to the sky for the egyptians. Heqa ➡ typical Egyptian crosier that Pharaohs wore, let's say Law's Kikkoku.

Nemes ➡ were pieces of striped headcloth worn by pharaohs in ancient Egypt. It covered the whole crown and behind of the head and nape of the neck

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His caramel skin covered in beautiful kohl paintings; his hips move as he climbs the stairs of the sacred oracle and with them the white fine linen of his royal clothes. The gold that covers his body shine with a setting sun that hides behind endless desert dunes and the atmosphere feels hot and heavy.

“Oracle, I’ve come to hear your predictions” he says, hitting his black, red, and white heqa against the floor. The pharaoh lays over the stone bed where he will wait for the deity to reveal the truth of his next steps.

His body rests over the rock, his inked hands over his stomach. He is ready to leave the real world behind. His eyes slowly close and his consciousness floats away to a sacred domain.

In between silky purple clothes the silhouette of an ethereal being appears, it calls him to walk further with the sweetest voice ever. “Come, Law… Come”

And he walks towards it, the being begins to take the form of a naked woman. Untouchable, dancing like a snake to the melody of darbukas playing.

And just like flowers, hands, many hands sprout from the woman. His blue eyes fixing on the Pharaoh aureate ones. The many hands touch his golden covered skin. She is the only who can touch him. His temples, and cheeks, his neck, his chest, his abs, down, down. Sexily grazing every inch of the king of the land crossed by the Nile river.

The woman giggles, and smiles at him. Her dark, dark hair goes up to the small of her back. “The Pharaoh has grown, and it’s consumed by lust…” she whispers in his ear, making him shiver.

“But the Pharaoh doesn’t want any of the royal wives…”

Her hands go down, down to his sex. And they graze, they play with it. Hard, hard the king becomes.

“Indeed, you are consumed by lust… you want to fulfil this need, don’t you?” 

He moans, the many hands around his body are making him weak. He wants what she says, he feels the extreme need to bury himself inside the warm folds of a woman.

“It’s done… The Pharaoh will marry a slave… search for her, her eyes will guide you, and she will satisfy every itch your majesty has… she is consumed by lust, she is consumed by need, she wants your body as much as you want hers…”

His eyes suddenly open, they fix in the ceiling of the sacred Flower temple. Law, the Pharaoh, is panting, sweating, hard. Dilated pupils, high in exhilaration and desire. The reddish colours of a new day tint the sand that seems suspended in the air.

The Oracle has spoken, he will have to marry a slave…

Hot breeze, a sun blazing your skin.

Kohl lining your eyes and the marks of a whip in your back.  

“Move, keep working!” they say, the leathery infernal pain flogging on your skin is barely compared to sun turning it into a dry cracked one. But you still are the most beautiful woman around, your eyes, your hair, everything of you…

To the side of the Nile, you pick the Lotus flower that symbolized purity and light, one by one. You were brought there because your hands were little and delicate, as well as your whole image and so that’s what they needed… but you were still painfully punished if you dared to stop.

As you cut the long stem of a beautiful pinkish tinted petals lotus, you hear bustling around. You stop for a second, just to look back, just to see what was all about.

“Who told you to stop, disgusting slave?” a guard shouts at you, and the sound of the whip cutting the air announces you, you were about to experience another scolding pain on your back. But you don’t. The leather never touches your skin.

You cover the back of your head, maybe waiting for some other type of hit, but as the previous, never comes.

“Slave, turn around” a new voice, husky, and peaceful orders you. Slowly and scared you turn around to appreciate the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, covered in gold and jewels, wearing royal clothes.

Is he… is he… the Pharaoh?

Your face, covered in some mud stains and still beautiful make the Pharaoh instantly widen his impressive, lined eyes. He smirks, as he had finally found what he had been looking for, for so long. “What’s your name, Slave?” he asks to a startled you.

You instantly bow before him; your eyes immediately fix on the humid ground above you. Who are you to look at the King in the eyes? Nobody. But he is asking for your name…

“My name is (----), my Pharaoh!” you quickly respond, pressing your forehead in the mud as a sign of utmost respect. You can hear him play with the name in his mouth, whispering it over and over. A growing smirk on his face that you can’t see, but you can feel.

The guard, that had been scourging you nonstop, is taken away pleading for mercy by his royal guards and under the aghast looks of the rest of the slaves around you, you hear words you will never forget coming from the Pharaoh’s mouth;

“Slave, you will be taken to the Oracle. And she will tell me if you are the chosen one to be my Queen”

You can’t help but look up at him, his Queen? What? 

“Your eyes are the ones I’ve been looking for through this vast desert, you will be mine. I’m sure” he says and offers you his inked hand to stand up. You blink repeatedly, you are sure you had passed away and now this is just your imagination or even a dream while you walk into the Underworld where Osiris rules.

But his hand feels extremely real, and when his fingers graze your chin up you can already taste a glimpse of your new life. A miracle just happened to you, and now you are sitting next to the maximum ruler of your life.

“Servers, water!” he demands and soon as he asks for it his servants give a vessel full of beautiful and so needed clean water. But he does not drink it and instead he takes the water to your cracked lips. “Drink” he orders and spills the fluid in your mouth. Water you don’t waste a single drop of it, and it feels so incredibly refreshing, it feels like walking into the doors of Nun.

It takes little time until you arrive to the boat that will take you to the palace. Getting into the sacred boat, something you have only seen from a far it’s enough reason for you to gasp in awe. The Pharaoh looks at you and in his chronic sever frown a glimpse of sweetness draws.

“Sit here” he commands, pointing at a fine wood seat. Surrounded by the most luxurious gold details you accomplish your first mission, obey your king. He sits right by your side and scans the many marks on your back as the boat begins to sail to the north. The papyrus leaves move as the ship makes its way into the Nile, and you smile at them as you think the flowers are saluting you.

The golden bangles chime when he moves his arms, and you flinch as you are used to protecting your head. But Law is not gonna hit you. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I wanna take a look at your wounds” he whispers, low so low so nobody outside could hear him. “I will take care myself of those, not only I’m a king but I’m also a surgeon with the power of the Gods”

You look at him, still scared but amazed. He is not only the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, not only the king of this land, but also a God and a Surgeon?! “You are amazing, my Pharaoh” you mumble, taking a further look to his well-trained abs. His skin has become caramel, sun kissed as the inclemency of the desert likes to do with its habitants, but his eyes are golden, and they shine so bright like the sun.

He smirks, he looks intimidating, but he is not bad. He is good and his fingertips graze your back so subtly, almost barely touching not to hurt you. Your hair gets brushed to the side over your shoulder, and as he takes his time to inspect every inch of your flesh you remain silent fighting against the bumpy skin forming when he touches you.

“You… are beautiful” he exclaims, looking at your hurt still cover in mud palms. You widen your eyes, still unbelievably seeing how a sacred person like him is touching scum like you. But he keeps going as if he was looking straight into the image of a Goddess.

Soon, the ship docks at a port you have never seen nor even Imagined. “Welcome to Luxor” he says, when the curtains open and the shine of prosperity and wealthiness hit your eyes. “This place is called Malkata” Law informs you, as you cannot say a word because your mouth is occupied being opened in awe. “Our palace”.

He helps you descend the boat before startled eyes of his royal guards. Your mud-stained ragged clothes don’t belong in here, but still the Pharaoh insists on calling you his next queen.

Coming at you slaves and guards come to surround the Pharaoh from you. “Who is this?” one of his guards, white hair and chubby cheeks asks inspecting you up and down but with a sweet smile. “The woman that should be present to the Oracle, her eyes are what the sacred goddess told me to search for” Law says, whispering but sure of his own words.

Two more guards come at you, dark hair and red-haired men with white coverings and spears salute you. “Please, follow us” they say at unison, and you instantly look at Law for approval. “Let’s go” he says in a rather serious tone but nodding. You begin to walk, even if the heat of the stone under your soles is way hotter than the sand and you are not wearing anything to cover up. But you endure the pain, as you have always done.

You walk inside, beautiful gardens, water so much water. Damsels giggling and saluting the Pharaoh as he passes, ignoring you as if you were invisible. The joyful sound of melodies you haven’t ever listened. The smell of food you haven’t ever tasted.

“Pharaoh! Let us take care of her!” a sudden woman voice stops you all. Beautiful older women surround you, taking a closer look at your poor state. But Law doesn’t seem to allow anybody to touch you and he hits his heqa against the ground. “I will take care of her myself. I will prepare her to see the Oracle this night”.

And as the Pharaoh says, it’s done. They quickly disappear bowing, scared. Law speaks a little more aggressive than he had actually talked to you to the rest of the people.

“Follow me” he commands, talking only to you and just you. His lined eyes fixed on yours, no need to say anything else. His guards dissipate in a matter of seconds, and you are left alone with him at the entrance of the biggest building in front of you, the Pharaoh’s palace.

Inside it’s fresher, the smell of lilies invading the place. Surrounded by huge columns and beautiful architecture so weird and imponent for you a big tub of crystalline water awaits. Law smiles at your amazement and begins to undress. Out his royal pieces of clothing, nemes head off, the piece of leopard skin that was resting over his right shoulder too. And finally, the kilt that surrounded his hips.

The protrusion of his hip bones, the single vein showing on the tight skin of his sculpted V at the end of his stomach, even his sex… everything flashed before you. You, blink several times. His long black locks that are now visible falling over his shoulders, the many drawings over his sacred skin, the perfection of a God in the mere Earth right in front of you.

You quickly turn around; you are sure you are gonna get beheaded if you keep looking. “I’m sorry my King I didn’t mean to…” you try to excuse yourself, but you are cut short. His hands rest over your shoulders so ready to strip you from the rests of clothes that once were new.

“Let me undress you, we have to clean these wounds and take care of them” he says from behind, making you shiver. You nod, allowing him to untuck the little pin that held your rags together. They fall into the ground, as your old life did the moment, he called your name.

Law turns you around, silently, you can only feel the sound of the water rumbling as it falls from a little built-in cascade. He takes a look at your nudity for the first time, his lips apart, golden eyes scanning you. “Come on…” he commands, so sweetly pulling from your hand into the water.

The refreshing feeling turns into stinging sensations when the whip marks on your back touch the water, but soon it eases. Law sits behind you and begins to wet your back more and more with some water his beautiful hands collect. The water around tints maroon, and you can sense Law grimacing to imagine how much pain you must have suffered.

A soapy material then slides on your skin, you have never experienced that feeling but it’s smells amazing. “This is Natron, it’s a mineral mixed with oils to clean your flesh and wounds” he informs you, proudly using it on you. And you smile, you don’t know what it is to be cured or even treated like a human.

When Law finishes his procedure, he can’t stop himself and plants a kiss on your shoulder. “It’s all done” he says, looking at you after the peck. You blink, should you thank him? Of course, you should.

But he doesn’t allow you to do so, and instead he swims to face you. His hair dripping and thrown back and the kohl around his eyes a little smudged as well as yours. Everything feels peaceful and Law seems happy. “I’ve been looking for you for so long” he says, looking straight into your eyes.

“Were you?” you whisper back, lips apart allowing his body to come closer to yours. His thumb grazing your lips attracted by your beauty, by your skin. “They told me I should wait, that we should present ourselves before the Oracle and she will tell us if you are my future wife… but I can’t wait, what if the god doesn’t allow you to marry me?” he says, with a deep pain in his voice.

“Then try me now, my Pharaoh… use me now” you mumble as your skin burns, itches, dies to be touched by his inked hands.

He sighs, the building up desire for your meat is unbearable for him and he doesn’t care to be punished, he doesn’t care to be forbidden from the sacred positions when he passes to world of the death. His hand snatches your neck and pulls you so close your lips are about to touch.

“You have the face of a goddess, the body of one, you can’t be a sin” he whispers with his lips pressed on yours, turning that kiss into a violating tongue dance inside your mouth. Law’s arduous desire for a woman it’s unleashed, and he doesn’t wait a single second to sit you over his lap. The water splashes around you two and he kisses and bites your lips. He bites and pulls and then sucks on your neck, down, down to your nipples.

He lifts you up, like a beast drooling for more. His mouth reaches your belly, your belly button too. “Sit here” he says, using strong arms to put you over the edge of the huge tub. “Spread” he commands, separating your thighs to fit inside. He kisses the inner side of your legs, worshipping you as if you were his queen. Bites that leave marks, this time not from torture but from pure lust. A little peck over your labia, a little lick in between your slit.

“Let me taste you” he moans, attacking your sex with his tongue. Separating your anatomy he devours you, up and down and around. He knows exactly what he does, the little button of pleasure you rarely touched is now being attacked by him. And it’s wet, wet, and dripping. And you throw your head back, pressing your heels against his shoulder blades. But he is not mad, he is desperate, more and more for your reactions.

Law smiles, he even moans muzzled by your sex. I wanted to do this to a woman, you are so delicious I could …. I could do this for ages” he says, trying to stick his index inside you, too.

At this point you feel an electricity coming from your sex taking over your whole body, confused you let your nerves explode. Climax, that’s what it is. “This is an orgasm!” Law chimes like a crazy scientist cheering you up to finally make a woman experience something he learned in the Ebers Papyrus.

“Law…” you whine and scream coming so perfectly into his mouth. You fall back, panting feeling your heart jumping out of your chest, but Law is not satisfied yet, of course he isn’t.

He uses his arms to get out of the bathtub too and lies next to your still spasming body. “You… so perfect” he says, grazing your cheek looking at your eyelids fall sloppily halfway over your eyes. You smile lovingly, receiving even more needy lips on yours.

“I can’t stop myself, you are so perfect” he says, helping you lay on your side to look straight into your eyes. “My Pharaoh… you are absolutely amazing…” you moan, wrapping your leg over his waist as a sign of wanting more, of wanting him to dive deep into you without any waiting.

His hard, throbbing sex graze your still sensitive entrance, his nails carving on your thigh. “Can I-?” he asks, he knows he should ask, but he does it either way… it’s Law’s first time.

“Don’t ask me any longer, my King. Do me as many times as you want” you tell him, this time kissing him with pure love. “My Queen…” he whispers, penetrating you and saying goodbye to both purities. Sin committed, sin so unchaste, so lascivious. In and out, pounding in you. Breathing into each other’s mouths, pressing foreheads, like serpents tangling into each other.

Soon that amazing sensation hits you again, the heat, the electric feeling, pure pleasure. Law opens his eyes, and moans repeatedly, he is getting there too and as he does you feel him bathing your tremoring walls with his release.

Trembling bodies, exhausted, delighted. Both falling into reverie states, cuddling, naked, wet.  

“Did I commit an unforgivable sin, Goddess?”

“You did just as I predicted. Good Job, Pharaoh… You have found her… now both rule this reign”

“We will, Oracle”

[goingmorry]

Hello! Can you please write about Ace, Zoro and Law reacting to their crush holding back some tears for being called ugly or not attractive enough by some strangers while trying to show off some clothes in which they felt cute? Gender neutral is okay, I need some comfort ngl, thank you so much for your time.

[ONE PIECE HEADCANONS] OP Boys -> when strangers body shame you in front of them

Characters: Ace, Zoro, Law

Tags: body shame, hurt/comfort, basically reader gets body-shamed by strangers, OP boys are there to comfort and protect you, body horror for Law's part since he Shambles people away

Author's Note: Hello Anon, thank you for the suggestion! I hope you like it! 💖

PORTGAS D. ACE

Immediately notices the cute clothes you're wearing and sincerely compliments you.

Ready to throw some hands (ง •̀_•́)ง the moment someone spoils the mood for calling you ugly.

All up in the other person's face — fire fists clenched on their collar and fierce eyes glaring at the disrespectful stranger, ready to pounce like a predator hunting its prey.

Demands — no, threatens — the other person to apologize.

You have to pry Ace's fingers off to stop him from assaulting the stranger physically.

"Fucking ugly," the stranger hisses, eyeing your body in disgust, "Who said you could wear those clothes, huh?"

Your heartbeat quickens, palms beginning to drench in sweat from anxiety. Feeling ashamed, you lower your eyes — the familiar stinging sensation of tears obscuring your vision — and fidget with your shirt to hide how visibly upset you are.

Ace is quick to react, snarling aggressively as his fingers clench fists against the stranger's collar. "Take that back right now."

You take a step forward, trembling fingers gripping his tense arm in reassurance. "Ace, please. It's not worth it."

"It's not right," Ace says definitively, brown eyes widening in concern at your teary expression. "He needs to apologize for what he said."

Not expecting a physical confrontation, the stranger splutters a string of insincere apologies, no doubt spoken in an attempt to appease the fiery pirate.

Furiously shaking the man in displeasure, Ace lifts the man higher from the ground with little effort. "It's not good enough."

With his body suspended in midair, the stranger begins to panic, bony fingers clutching against Ace's firm grip out of instinct.

You tug at Ace's muscled arm, the tips of your fingernails lightly digging into his bare skin in urgency. "Let's just go, please."

Ace turns to you and pauses, heart clenching at the plea in your voice. He looks at you — really looks at you — at the soft breeze tousling your hair and the form-fitting clothes accentuating every beautiful curve of your body. But your eyes. Your eyes, usually so full of laughter, were downcast, disheartened by the stranger's cruel words.

Ace grabs your hand in a comforting hold and leads you farther and farther away from the source of your distress.

"You look lovely, you know. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

RORONOA ZORO

Doesn't pay much attention to what you're wearing.

Thinks you look beautiful regardless of your current appearance but doesn't voice this sentiment.

Regardless, he's alert as soon as people from the rooftops start to shout at you from a distance.

At first, the shouting is incomprehensible. But when you get closer, the strangers' yells promptly switch from unwanted catcalls to taunts and insults.

Moves closer to you and adopts a defensive stance.

Intimidation factor = 1000 %

When you and Zoro get within earshot, the man atop the rooftop yells, "Damn, thought you were smokin' hot at first. Didn't realize your face was fucking ugly!"

You freeze in your tracks at the man's insult, head ducking in embarrassment when you realize the abrasive comment was meant for you.

The rest of his posse laughs and mockingly points at you. A female voice rings loudly from the onslaught, her sharp nail pointing at the green-haired swordsman beside you. "Hey, handsome! What are you doing with that rat face?"

Without a word, Zoro glares at the woman, causing her to flinch at his cold indifference. Unperturbed by his lack of interest in her, the woman on the rooftop leans closer to the edge of the railing and shrieks at you, "Don't ever show your face in public ever again!"

Zoro's hand reaches over the hilt of his katana. Before you can stop him, the sharp steel of his blade swings forward in a diagonal line aimed directly at the building in front of you.

"Enma!"

You startle at Zoro's command, doe eyes watching the building before you as it begins to collapse sideways.

When they start to lose their footing, the group of strangers on the rooftop of the sliced building begin to panic.

"Wh-what the hell's going on?"

"Oh god, honey! Save me, please!"

"The building's collapsing! What the fuck happened?"

"An earthquake?"

"We need to go! NOW!"

Mouth opening and closing in bewilderment, you become too speechless to say anything. When you look at Zoro again, his sword is back in its sheathe. Face impassive, he nudges at your side and walks ahead to spur you into action.

"Pay them no mind. You look fine."

TRAFALGAR LAW

Notes that you're dressed rather adorably.

Wants to give you a brief compliment but doesn't quite know how to without sounding like a creep.

Ponders on how he should compliment you until it becomes too late to say something. Ends up not saying anything.

Inwardly frustrated at himself for overthinking things.

Grits his teeth and snarls at the group of people who insult you.

Though he doesn't expect you to be perturbed by the rude comments since they're such a blatant lie, he becomes enraged on your behalf.

Gets caught off guard when he notices the tears brimming in your eyes.

Cue Shambles, and body parts start to fly everywhere.

The strangers start to beg for their lives and apologize, but Law is having none of it.

"You look disgusting," the stranger says while another stranger declares, "Those clothes would look better on a dog than on you."

You can't help the tears that form in the corner of your eyes. Frustrated at your inability to stay calm, you roughly rub the back of your eyes with the back of your hands to hide your increasingly emotional state.

Law slaps something down onto your lowered head. Feeling the pleasant weight nestled comfortably on your head, you reach up toward the foreign object to closely examine it.

His spotted hat greets you in all its fuzzy glory.

Rarely ever out in public without his trademark cap, he's a sight to behold. Spiky black hair standing in opposing directions, he attempts to compose his appearance by flattening the top of his hair to no avail. Understanding the futility of his actions, he quickly gives up and focuses his attention back on the group of strangers.

"Room."

You've heard him utter those words far too many times, followed by the next word serving as the final nail in their coffins, completely sealing their fates.

"Shambles."

What was once living humans was now reduced to a pile of flesh, their body parts floating in midair.

The look of horror in the strangers' faces as they scramble to put together their original bodies will forever haunt you. Although, there was some twisted part in you that appreciated Law's gesture.

"Will they be okay?" you ask, peering over his shoulder to see one of the stranger's severed torso hopping around in place, no doubt searching for its other parts.

"Leave them," he says nonchalantly, "They're not injured. It'll give them some time to reflect on their actions."

Stopping yourself from defending your abusers, you bite your lip at his response, falling into step beside him.

"You look nice," he says, pausing momentarily before continuing, "Wear those clothes again."

Law thinks that you're especially a sight for sore eyes — wearing his hat — but he doesn't say this.

[crow-sizna]

I follow you on twitter and I well...just wanted to tell you I absolutely adore your art style and how you draw one piece boys (especially old guys - your Rayleigh gives me life) and let me tell you it was a big disappointment for me when I found out they didn't choose you for the DILF zine. You were one of the biggest reasons I was interested in it, so I really hope you don't get discouraged. You rock and you should know it. I'm so glad I came across you on social media!

Hey:)

Thank you so much for taking your time to write me this incredible nice message and encourage me with this 💖💖💖 this message made my day and i am very honored that you enjoy how i draw OP characters and it makes me really proud you like my rayleigh. I really love drawing him🤣

Tbh it hit me a little harder than i expected, probably because i was to secure about my art. My older OP guys always went better than my younger ones and i just chose dilfs i was confident i draw well (i would have loved to do rayleigh) ...so i probably thought my art was better than it was and thematically it was THE zine that i WANTED to do, so it was a disappointment. And kinda also took my fun of drawing older guys for a while. But it also made me realise i'm not made to draw for zines, since i'm too sensitive, and that i have to take more time to practice.

But your nice message reminds me there is someone who likes how i draw, and it makes me very happy, thank you for letting me know, and also a big thank you that my Art would have been one of the reasons you were interested in this zine💖💖💖💖💖💖 (i can't believe someone would like MY Art enough to make someone interested in smth)

Since you said you like rayleigh i drew this rayleigh for you (i hope you like demon rayleigh and this art 💖)

[daonepiece]

Hey artist chwan!! Remember me 🥺💜

It's a small appreciation post of yours from me 💜 because you deserve it.

I know it's been a while. I'm also not active on tumblr. I'm in my final year so I rarely come to the app. Maybe after this semester I'll get some time and come back. Before the next one starts. How are you my dear? I hope you are doing well.

It's already 23rd January. I'm just worried that I might not get time again to type this so I'll just say it now. 🥺💜💓

I just wanted to say that Advance Happy Birthday my artist chwan🎂 🥺

I still remember the first time we talked, the first art I saw of yours (it was op nonsense of law being bullied ofcourse 😂) and the first time you gifted me an art. I still have it safe in my locker and no one can open it. Not even Sanji 😂 I still remember your art of my request which you made with creativity of All Green mermaid Sanji. It was absolutely precious. I still love it with all my heart. You made my days so so fun with your arts. I never called anyone else artist chwan other than you. 🥺💜

Everyone else is swan but you are my only chwan~ 🙈

I still remember the excitement I had when you did mermay. Your arts of Law, Kidd, Killer, Crocodile and especially Sanji are my most favorite. The type reason I like crocodile is because of your arts. 🙈💓 So many inspirations you gave me with your arts. I'll slowly write some after this semester. 🥺💜 you made the one piece community of tumblr so so so fun with your cheerful and positive attitude. In my eyes your blog was so so pure and toxic free. I adore it. 💗 and I'm happy to be a part of it. I'll always love you even when I'm not much around. Please don't forget it. There are many people who love you too.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa Abhi-swan!!! My one and only Abhi-swan!!! Do I really deserve the love from someone as precious as you akshhsajjaahah you are just too sweet and kind and my heart's gonna explode 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I couldn't find enough words to express how much I appreciate everything you've done for me from those very first days. And now, this lovely letter!! Such a wonderful surprise on this cold winter day. Thank you!!! 😭💖💞💖💕💞

Final year is definitely gonna be rough so I wish you all the strength you need to ace it! Meanwhile I'll also do my best to balance my work so I can have more time to draw even more nonsense for OP. Waiting for you! 💖💖💞💌💖💕💕💖

[kurumayu]

hi ale! how are you this week? i hope life is treating you well💞

ooo i see! your taste is indeed really good👌👌 and since it is like that, i want to ask what are your all time favorite animes/mangas and your favorite characters!! i'd like to make a gift that will make you happy💖

and another question! what did you think about the lastest one piece chapter? personally i'm very excited about zoro's fight and all the truths that still need to be revealed, and the twist at the end of the chapter was also very shocking!! i hope oda goes easy on us with the angst🙏

have an amazing week!!💝 -animanga secret santa

Hey! A little busy because of finals but good since it's gonna be over soon. Thank you! My favorite anime of all time would be Hunter x Hunter (2011), but I also really like Higurashi, FMAB, anything from Fate, Yu Yu Hakusho like I mentioned before. I'm gonna separate manga and manhwas jfgdfdjf. For manga One piece would be my top 1, then Pandora Hearts, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, Chainsaw Man, Cardcaptor Sakura are some that I love a lot. Some manhwas I'm enjoying right now are Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Trash of the Count's Family, Ooh La La, Father, I Don't Want to Get Married!!, I'll Be the Matriarch in This Life.

My favorite character of all time, the one that I would drop everything for is my son Killua Zoldyck. I really love Luffy obviously and all of the Straw Hats, Eustass Kid, Sabo, Ace, Shanks, Katakuri, I could just write every single OP character jghgfjdk. Outside of OP, Hiei from YYH, Gilgamesh from Fate, Leo Baskerville from Pandora Hearts, Ren Hakuryuu from Magi, Mirajane Strauss from Fairy Tail, Mao Mao from Kusuriya no Hitorigoto, Kozume Kenma from Haikyuu!!, and the list can go on and on LMAO I love them all and I would definetly be happy with any of them.

Sadly because I've been so busy I haven't had time to read One Piece the past few weeks :((( The few things I know is that things are very chaotic right now, once I'm done with everything I have to do I will definitely binge all the chapters I've missed. FJDHGJD I don't trust Oda to not hurt my heart, that man knows how to make me cry.

Thank you, hope you have an amazing week too!

[historicfailure]

First: i already told you this on ao3 but your writing its breathtaking like 😻😻🤕💖 yes everyone can use worldbuilding to create an image on our heads about situations that happen on the fic but you also add this little touch that makes it so you, or the little details about things or internal thoughts the mc has and its soo interesting cause it feels real

Now my question is: what other animes you like or look forward to watch?

Oh my, hey there! :D

Thanks for coming here as well! <3 I just want to try and make the fics as real as possible, and also enjoyable of course ^^ I'm so glad you like those touches and I will certainly try to upkeep those touches as well as work further on them ;D

Other animes... To be completely honest, I have so many on my watchlist but just don't get to watch any of them ^^'' I started Jujutsu Kaisen some time ago when only a few episodes were out, but then work picked up and I couldn't keep up with the releasing episodes anymore ^^'' Same thing with Boku no Hero Academia. I read/watched most of the episodes to a certain point (shortly after the Hero exams) then I couldn't keep up any longer T^T9

I also read/watched most of One Piece, but I lost the plot when the Straw Hat Crew arrived at their latest arc T^T it's too much for me to follow with, my brain is way too small for that >-<

I also love Black Clover and The Rising of the Shield Hero, with the magical setting and the interactions between the characters, with The Rising of the Shield Hero even moreso because of the characters and the satisactory resolution of the first arc ;D (people who read/watched the manga/anime know)

Last but not least, I also like the Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken, the one with the reborn slime ^^'' I didn't say I'm very creative or special with my interests in anime/manga. I like the growth of the characters, the setting and the build ups, and honestly: sometimes it has to be an op character becoming even more op ;D

There are certainly more not coming to my mind right now, but those are the first ones on my list ^^ THank you for your lovely ask, dear anon! :D

[pure-kirarin]

Heyyyy!!! I've just used Tumblr for a short time, and you are one of the blogger I follow first >< I remember the first thing that make me go follow you right away is after reading "Op chars react to send nood" (maybe I write it wrong, srr) and hehehe something had awaken in me when I read the Sabo part🤭🤭🤭 You did write a lots! I haven't read all of your works yet but I will spend time to read everythinggg in the future🤩

And I'm really happy when one day I saw you reblog my work with Sabo🥺 I was like hdjdkdkdjddn😭😭😭 Thank you so much! I just want to say that I love your writing, and can't wait to read more of your works hereupon >< Sending you warm hug and wish you a best day ever❤

P/s: I don't know if we can talk sometimes :< you seem like a sweet and interesting person and I want to become friend with a talented girl like you💖 And I love Harajuku fashion too hehe🥰

*waves* Hello! Nice to meet you. Thanks a lot for your kind words, it makes me so so happy.

Of course we can be friends é.è I would love to. I am so happy I was one of the first people you read on tumblr, which is still, always weird for me as I consider myself as a "new" writer haha...But maybe I'm not that new anymore :p

My writings vary in quality as I am not a native and my english improved a lot ~.~ (but there is still sooo much room for improvement haha). Thanks from the bottom of my heart, I am smiling like an idiot at your lovely message.

I remember reading your Sabo piece before bed :D I am glad more people write for him. He deserves love and affection.

Please feel free to dm me and talk to me whenever you'd like to! Ohh, another harajuku fashion lover =D that's even better!