#thank you so much for this Zor

[comickergirl]

Another Kara/Brainy drawing because I wasn’t pleased with how the first one turned out and I’m STILL not super satisfied with Brainy so I guess I’m just gonna have to KEEP TRYING once I have some free time maybe possibly hopefully XD

[dandorime]

🔒(If you subscribe to the relevant headcanons/theories:) What allows Agent Phoenix to reset after they die?

OH IT'S THIS ONE (°v°〃)

I think the Kinesium brain implant is a red herring from Schell, but it's definitely what all the characters in my head think is causing the issue.

I'm pretty sure they're going to reveal Dr. Zor also- *GUNSHOT*

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congrats on 700!! 🎊 May I request green with hummingbird? I would love some feral zoro omg 😫.

(I didn’t know what else to say I hope this is enough for the request 😭)

Thank you in advance and I understand if you can’t get to my request!! ☺️

Hi friend! Thank you for requesting this because I haven't written Zoro in a billion years and this was fun!

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Female Reader

Trope/Prompt: Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac

Summary: Zoro steals a very secret bottle from Sanji’s stash… much to his dismay it has unwanted affects. Fortunately for you, you're up looking for a midnight snack when you encounter a very feral Zoro in the kitchen.

WC: 2000

TWs: alcohol consuption, aphrodisiac, unprotected sex (dont!) cream pies, p in v sex, a smidge of oral to get things going, doggy style bent over the counter, breeding!!!! MINORS NDI

Just This Once (+18)

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Night watch was boring. Zoro would much rather be focusing on his training or napping than having to sit and stare out at the black of night for hours. He found the silence peaceful, so used to having the cacophony of his crew mates and captain resounding all around him during the day, Zoro didn’t mind the quiet of night watch. 

Tonight however, sitting against the mast of the Sunny, Zoro found his sake bottle feeling quite light. He cranes his head back and shakes the last droplets of alcohol onto his waiting tongue. It was barely anything, the bottle was bone dry now. 

“Well shit.” Zoro remarks to himself. He sighs and sets the empty bottle on the wooden deck beside him. He hoists himself up to his feet and begins to walk towards the galley, hoping that the shitty cook had hauled his lanky ass off to bed by now so he wouldn’t have to see his ugly mug. 

Thankfully the kitchen was empty and Zoro strolled straight towards the liquor cabinet. He pulls the double doors to the small wooden pantry open and surveys the array of bottles. Looking for his trusty sake, he clinks the other bottles together as he shuffles the booze around. He sees a bottle towards the back of the shelf with a note on it. 

“What’s this?” Zoro cocks his head and squints his eyes (eye?). He sees a slender, purple bottle, a bit taller and slimmer than a normal wine bottle, with a pink label wrapping around the width of it. His attention goes back to the note stuck to it. Zoro grabs the bottle and brings it out from the back of the shelf and raises it to meet his gaze. 

‘SANJI’S ONLY!!! DO NOT TOUCH!!’ is what the note read. 

“Pfffttt yeah right.” Zoro huffs and rips the note off the bottle. He notices something is written on the back of the paper. He flips it over completely. 

‘ESPECIALLY IDIOT MOSS HEAD!!!’ Is on the back of the note in bold handwriting. 

Zoro rolls his eyes. 

“Oh fuck you.” Zoro crumples the note and tosses it over his shoulder. He noticed the bottle was a bit feminine, with the pink label and ‘XXX’ being written in swirly letters across it. “Makes sense for that fucking weirdo.” Zoro chuckles as he opens his jaw, fits the cork between his molars and pulls it off the bottle with a loud *pop*. He spits the cork to the floor. 

Zoro takes a big swig from the bottle. It was bubbly and fruity, the type of shit Nami was usually into. Zoro hums. It wasn’t what he was used to drinking by any means, but at this point he just wanted to piss off Sanji so he chose to bring the bottle out with him to the deck to continue his watch. He was determined to finish it and leave the empty bottle on the kitchen counter for the stupid pervert to find in the morning. Maybe he would write his own scathing note to go with it. Zoro chuckled to himself… he had time to think about what to write. 

Zoro settled himself against the mast again, legs spread out in front of him, bottle clutched in his left hand while he rested his right on his swords. He lets out a long sigh and gazed up at the  cloudless, starry night as he chugs more from the bottle of forbidden booze. 

Over 30 minutes go by and half the bottle before Zoro notices a strange tingling in his thighs. He runs his callused hands over his strong quads, trying to massage away the feeling. He chalked it up to the booze and the rigorous weight lifting session he participated in earlier. 

“Damn this shit’s strong…” Zoro remarks as he pulls the bottle back from his mouth to look at the label again, searching for any indication of an alcohol percentage. He sees nothing but the three red X’s adorning the pink paper label. “Weird… whatever.” Zoro throws back another few gulps. 

Soon the bottle was empty. Zoro casts it aside with his empty sake bottle from earlier in the night. His head was sufficiently fuzzy and the warm prickling in his thighs had spread from his legs up through his groin and into his chest. 

“The fuck is in this shit…” Zoro wipes sweat that formed on his brow with the long sleeve of his robe. He felt hot all over, and not the usual warmth he felt from his average daily drinking… this was different. His muscles felt tight and so did his pants.

He runs his hand over his crotch to find himself painfully hard. He was a grown man for fucks sake, he thought he had his fill of random erections. This one was particularly turgid, aching against his pants begging to be freed. 

Annoyed with his body betraying him, Zoro peeks behind him over each shoulder on each side of the mast, making sure the coast was clear before unbuttoning his pants and fishing out his throbbing cock. He gently knocks his head back against the mast and closes his eyes before stroking himself quickly. He wanted to rid himself of this feeling and return to his quiet evening. 

“Shit…” 

It seemed to be more easily said than done. He couldn’t finish. He spat in his palm and sped up his pace but it was worthless, there was no familiar signs of impending release. His skin was burning hotter and his cock leaking pre all down his thick shaft. 

“Fuck…” Zoro, flustered, shoved his dick back in his pants and stood up, not bothering to button his pants back up all the way. He made his way to the kitchen, panting a bit, feeling the need to splash some water on his face to try and snap out of it. He whips the galley door open…

—

“Ah!” You yelp, jumping a bit and turning towards the kitchen door. 

“Y/n!” Zoro shouts at you, startled as well. “What the hell are you doing here, woman?!” 

“I-I couldn’t sleep! I wanted some peanut butter!” You hold up the jar in one hand and spoon in the other as you stand against the sink. You notice Zoro’s unbuttoned pants and heavy breathing. “You okay, big guy?” You furrow your brow in concern. 

“I’m fine…” Zoro huffs out as he approaches you at the sink. “You need to get out of here.”

“Okay rude?” You cock your head and turn back towards the sink to wash off your spoon, not wanting to leave any dishes for Sanji. 

Zoro is behind you in an instant. You feel his pelvis press against your ass, covered in just some boy short panties since you had been trying to go to bed. 

Zoro ruts his crotch against you, massive hands gripping your hips to pull you closer to him. 

“W-woah! Zoro what the hell has gotten into you?” You gasp out and try to straighten your body back out. 

Zoro doesn’t let you move your ass away from him, though, he just grips your hips harder and grinds his noticeable hard-on into the soft flesh of your butt. He pushes his face through your messy hair and starts to sink his teeth into your neck. You jolt in his hold.

“I-I don’t know… I drank that stupid fucking cook’s wine and now I-…” Zoro bites you again and you yelp. “Now I need to get my dick wet or I’ll explode… you gonna help?” Zoro slides one of his hands up your baggy t-shirt and harshly twists your nipple. 

“Shit!” You gasp out as Zoro dry humps your backside and teases your breasts. “Fine! Just this once, and you owe me!” 

Zoro growls like an animal and rips your panties down your legs and then pushes his robe off his shoulders. You lift your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor. Zoro pulls his aching cock out of his pants with ease since his pants were already undone. 

Zoro immediately drops into a squat and pushes one of your legs up to rest on the edge of the sink so your glistening sex was exposed to him. 

Zoro smirks to himself before dragging his tongue from your clit all the way back up to your asshole. 

“Fuck-“ Supporting yourself on one leg made your knee buckle, but Zoro’s strong hands kept you upright leaning forward onto the kitchen counter. Zoro hummed in bliss at the sweet taste of your pussy, laving his tongue all over your folds with drool pooling at the corners of his mouth, making you extra messy.  

“Can’t wait any longer, need to be inside you…” Zoro says hungrily as he stands up and positions his dripping cock at your wet hole. He pushes himself in you quickly and lets out a loud groan. You arch your back and cry out at the sudden stretch, one elbow holding you up on the counter and you reach the other hand back to claw at your green haired lover. 

“You’re gonna have to take it for me, okay doll? I know you can do it…” Zoro tries to sound sweet but the bruising grip on your hips give away his urgency. He begins to thrust hard against your backside, creating lewd wet slaps that echoed around the dimly lit kitchen. “Such a tight little pussy, shit…” Zoro slams into you at a breakneck pace. 

“Oh- my- god-! Zo-ro!” Your body is being pulled and rammed with each unforgiving thrust, you hardly even notice yourself approaching an orgasm embarrassingly quickly. You hadn’t laid with anyone in so long and the way Zoro was abusing your body turned you on immensely. He pulled your hair with one fist and it was over for you. “Zoro! Fuck! Cumming!” You shout and you collapse against the counter, cool tile harsh against your nipples.

You shake all over and your knees fully give out, luckily Zoro’s strong body was propping you up against the counter as he took you. 

“There it is, cream my cock, doll.” Zoro picks up his pace, which at this point you thought was impossible. “I’m gonna breed this little cunt, and you’re gonna take it… gonna take my fucking kids...” 

“Z-zoro what the fuck?” You were fucked-out but you didn’t know Zoro as the kind of man to talk like that. 

“Gonna fill you so fucking good… make you mine…” Zoro pulls your hips completely flush to his as his chest collapses on top of your back. You feel his hot breath on your shoulder blade and his strong, powerful ropes of cum coat your insides. 

Zoro groans and nuzzles his nose into your spine before pulling his softening cock out of your leaking hole. He admires his handiwork and smirks. 

“Uh… sorry about that… you’re…?” Zoro scratches his neck and hands you your shirt from the floor. 

“On birth control? Yes, you animal. Warn me next time you decide to drink Sanji’s weird wine, okay?” You say as you pull your shirt over your head. You shoot Zoro a glare.

“I don’t know, that might have been worth it.” Zoro gives you a sly smile and ties his robe back on. 

You roll your eyes and playfully push Zoro’s shoulder as you walk past him to head back to bed. You should have no problem falling asleep now that you’ve been freshly fucked in the kitchen by your crew mate. 

“You coming to bed, swordsman?” You holler on your way out of the galley door. 

“Yeah, meet you in your room.” Zoro calls after you. He finds the discarded empty wine bottle and places it right in the middle of the kitchen island next to Sanji’s cigarettes and ash tray. Zoro looks to the floor and sees your panties. He grabs them and places them next to the bottle on the counter. He then picks up a piece of paper and pen. Zoro scribbles out a short note to stick on the bottle. 

‘Thanks, Curly ;)’

— — 

[karaluthorzorel]

Supergirl's finally, when Kara goes to be Kara without the glasses, is so powerful because throughout all the seasons of Supergirl, we've been told how important it is to keep Supergirl's identity a secret.

In season 3 in episode 9 where Supergirl lost the battle against Regine and went into comma, the whole point of this episode was that she had to go back to being Kara, Kara with the glasses that Alex loves so much, and this is what get her out of her comma prison.

The whole episode is without her glasses, and only at the end she realizes that she is missing the glasses -there is a close-up on the glasses she takes them, puts them on, and manages to come out of the coma as she goes back to being Kara.

In season 5, when Kara tries to tell Lena in several ways that she is Supergirl, everything always gets complicated and ends badly for both Kara and her friends. Then in season 6 all these things are forgotten and Kara wants to be Kara without glasses because at the beginning when she saved Alex in the plane she was afraid to be herself- so says the Gottenlant -and that's why she didn't pass the test.

Only at the end of the season does she understand why she didn't get through it and only thanks to Lena she takes off her glasses and becomes Kara without glasses.

When this moment happens with Lena, specifically with her and not with Alex, it says so much about their relationship.

With Alex, Kara had to hide behind the glasses she wore, it's true that they helped her take control of her powers, but that's how she actually hid herself, her true self from the world, Kara Zor El from Krypton.

Now, with Alex, she is Kara Danvers And when Lena arrives something happens to Kara, something happens in her relationship with Lena that allows her to be with all parts of herself, even if it took her a little time to understand it or to tell it.

When Lena tells Kara that she doesn't trust anyone and doesn't open up to anyone "but So I met you and you took off my armor with your warmth and seriousness…” It worked both ways because Kara also ends up taking off her armor and she can finally be herself and not behind the glasses.

[crocodilenjoyer]

op fic recs...2!

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feed your plants a little sunlight by swordsmans | ambiguous setting, post-timeskip | zolu | 4.2k | complete

Instead of napping, Zoro helps. It is his job, after all.

Trochilus by stealth-black-leg | ambiguous setting, post-wano | gen, robin & crocodile-centric | 2.5k | complete

The trochilus, sometimes called the crocodile bird, is a legendary bird which was supposed to have enjoyed a symbiotic relationship with the Nile crocodile.

how to talk without speaking by swordsmans | post-shells town through pre-baratie | gen straw hats, luffy-centric | 6.9k | complete

In the beginning, Luffy does not know how to read. In the grand scheme of things, this does not matter.

Little Monsters by blue_wonderer | post-wano | gen, straw hats-centric | 7.7k | complete

Vinsmoke breathes out, a smirk on his swollen, bloody face.

“Our captain is here.”

Or

Post-Wano, some lucky (or not-so-lucky) Marines capture the still-injured Sanji and Usopp. Naturally, the rest of the crew casually rips the world apart to get them back. One lone warship never stood a chance.

The Many Marriages of the Straw Hat Pirates by LadyCrimsonAndBlack | across canon, pre- and post-timeskip | gen, straw hats-centric | 2.9k | complete

There are a lot of strange traditions to be found on the Grand Line. Sometimes, the Straw Hats get caught up in them.

(Or: The Straw Hats get married to each other. Repeatedly.)

so much like stars by blue_wonderer | post-dressrosa, pre-zou | zolu, pre-zolawlu | 12.1k | complete

“Why are you the way you are?” Law asks, gesturing to Zoro and Luffy in their entirety. “You look pathetic.”

“Luffy fell in,” Zoro shrugs. Law thinks he may be the only person in the world who can convey both “Luffy fell in, he’s such a fucking idiot” and “Luffy fell in, what else was I supposed to do but follow?” in one line.

“I’m very sorry.” Luffy reaches up and pats Zoro on the chest.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Luffy wheezes a short laugh. “I like swimming with Zoro.”

“Shut up, you little shit.”

“How about you both shut up and let me work,” Law grouses.

OR

Stargazing and snow, festivals and dreams, and the quiet change in the dynamic between Law, Luffy, and Zoro during a few cold nights on the way to Zou.

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Seabound by AnkhPosts | au; canon timeline n/a | deuceace | 8k | complete

Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.

Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.

Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.

The Jester whose nickname is Fate by stealth-black-leg | pre-canon | dragodile | 2.5k | complete

Crocodile believes in luck, gambling, coincidence, but not fate. He believes in free will, and that every person can choose any future they’d like for themselves, if they’re strong enough to build it.

He didn’t choose this for himself though, and if there indeed is a fate, then Fate, pardon his French, is a fucking little bitch.

By Any Other Name by ginger_snappin | au with information from wci | sanlu | 10k | complete

Sanji should stop doing this.

He recalls Lucy’s earnest smiles, the insatiable physicality of him. The tugging Sanji can feel in his gut toward his friend, an urge to follow him blindly that Sanji cannot resist.

He thinks of Lucy’s full fat stomach after a meal, sated, the murmured, “thanks for the food,” and the mismatched HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY that Lucy’s soul exclaims whenever those warm brown eyes meet his own blue ones.

Sanji cannot stop.

-

A young king comes to power, and his hungry suitors follow… even the reluctant ones.

You've Got A Friend In Me by Hazel_Athena | post-timeskip, pre-egghead | zosan, perona & zoro | 19.1k | complete

Zoro grunts, likely because she hits him with more force than either of them are expecting, and then returns her surprise with one of his own by wrapping his arms around her and hugging her back.

“They hurt you?” He murmurs, and she shakes her head.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She insists, although which of them she’s trying to reassure, she isn’t certain.

Interim Arrangements by Hazel_Athena | au, post-wano | zosan | 43k | complete

It’s so quiet in the war room that you could hear a pin drop. Not a single person dares to say a word - not even the favored princes - and all eyes remain fixed on the head of the table, where a large figure sits hunched over in its chair, clutching the latest newsreel between two massive fists.

Having been forewarned of some of the contents of said newsreel, Sanji does his best to keep anything from showing on his face, to maintain his expression in an implacable facade. He thinks he largely succeeds in controlling himself outwardly, but inwardly his gut is churning with emotion.

The newsreel twitches, and the five people not holding the paper sit up a little straighter in their seats, each of them bracing for impact without actually meaning to as slowly, oh so slowly, the paper is lowered down until it’s resting flat on the table.

“Well,” Judge says, his mouth working like he wants to spit. “This is certainly an … unexpected development.”

Stakes by CaptainJojo | post-wano | gen, luffy & zoro | 4.2k | complete

Zoro has a good grasp of what fights are- and are not- worth his time.

Or: Zoro gets lost and gets in one (1) fight about it.

(The real fight begins in chapter 2 but I'm leaving 1 in because I wrote it so it gets posted and that's the rule)

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If there was ever a reason to eat a Devil Fruit, Zoro supposes it would be in the process of saving his idiotic buffoon of a captain from a certain and most horrible death.

Familiar by NothingSoDivine | pre-canon | smoker/benn beckman | 1k | complete

"You look familiar."

The stranger chuckles. The sound warms Smoker down to his boots. "I get that a lot."

Years before being stationed in Roguetown, Smoker runs into a familiar face in a bar on the Grand Line. Unfortunately, Smoker can't quite place where he's seen the guy before...

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Robin wonders how much further Franky will take himself. When does the man end and the machine begin?

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“Oh yeah, you want Water 7,” Shanks declares, kicking the hull of Mihawk’s small sailboat with a careless boot. “Sailing around in this piece of crap doesn’t suit the World’s Greatest Swordsman, Hawksy.”

Mihawk is a man of high standards, but the expert shipbuilding is not the only feature of Water 7 that he ends up impressed by.

The Onigiri Story by leghair | post-alabasta through the end of wano | zosan | 40.1k | complete

It had been bad enough trapped on a boat with Zoro, body and face and voice sending Sanji's imagination racing, bitter-knowing he was straight as his swords and half as sharp. So Sanji had ignored the attraction - maybe allowed himself a greedy little peek now and then, but he’d never let it become a problem. He’d never let it become anything. He'd known that's how things were going to stay and he was fine with it, he had been dealing with it, this wasn't his fault. It's not like he'd ever wanted Zoro to know.

A canonverse getting-together fic with lots of porn, some plot, and plenty of feelings, following the progression of their relationship and the canon events that impact it. A couple of common zosan tropes get flipped, there's a smidge of angst for good measure, but with a very happy ending.

Finally updated post-Wano and WCI!

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"It's an old tradition in our town; on the second week of the second month of the year, you leave flowers for the one you love, for them to follow back to you. By their house, where they work, nooks and corners that are special secrets between just the two of you."

(Luffy's crew leaves him flowers, and an old innkeeper gets drawn into the chase.)

Clinical Practice by taizi | probably t | ambiguous setting, post time-skip | chopper-centric | 2.4k | complete

"I'm his doctor!" Chopper all but shrieked, closer to hysterical than he'd ever been- because in four days time those people could really have hurt Luffy, and he was so tired of being treated like a kid. "I'm his doctor, and I'm going to find him right now!"

Inanition by taizi | probably g | ambiguous setting, post-timeskip | gen straw hats | 1.9k | complete

in·a·ni·tion, noun; lack of mental or spiritual vigor and enthusiasm; exhaustion caused by lack of nourishment.

(In which Luffy's metabolism is faster than his doctor understands.)

[xlpoww]

So Highschool

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

@acupnoodle asked: Hii! If requests are open could I get a zoro and reader fic where she gets really drunk and is all clingy over zoro?? Maybe geeking over his earrings ,swords and his arms? Maybe she ends up falling asleep on his lap/shoulder and hes really flustered and everyones teasing him?

opla! Zoro x F! Reader

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i know it's a little lateee, but i hope it's enjoyed nonetheless <3 season 2 hype!! only dipping my toes back into writng, so it's not as long as i'd hoped! now that it's summer i hope to be able to post again, i missed it, and thank you to everyone who still liked and commented on everything even in my absence, to have my works be so loved, to still be getting requests to this day. it's a wonderful feeling.

You’ve had too much to drink, that much is evident to anyone with a functioning brain. All wobbly and full of giggles, you’re far too intoxicated to have the sense to shut your mouth. The concept of personal space was lost on your foggy consciousness, leaning your full weight on the green haired man on your right. His mouth was tilted into a smirk, the beer he was nursing far less interesting than the girl at his side.

“Mmm, Zor, Your arms are so strong.” The end of your sentence is punctuated by a giggle, and your hands wrapping around his bicep. Zoro’s eyes widened in surprise and a heat began to fall over his cheeks, suddenly this situation was less amusing and more flustering(not like he would ever admit that). Another giggle has him angling his eyes towards you, unprepared as you reach your hand up to run a finger over his earlobe. “And I reallyyyyy like your earrings.” “Thank you (y/n).” 

The mug of beer in his hand was placed beside him, his other hand reaching to guide your own away from his ear. When he tries to pull away you latch on, a whine leaving your lips. His cheeks set alight at the sound, wide eyes staring into your own sparkling ones.

“I think you’re really cool, didya know that Zor?” You’re tugging him closer, glowing in the night, electrifying the air with every word. 

“No, I don’t think I did.”

cuz i

“Well, you are. Obviously.”

feel so highschool

“And what makes you say that exactly?”

everytime

“You can use three swords! That’s soooooo cooooool.…”

i look at you

With every sentence you inched forward, and Zoro had no idea what he was supposed to do. You were very obviously intoxicated, did you even have a full grasp on anything you were saying? 

He didn't even understand the racing of his own heart. He wasn’t in any sort of danger, but the adrenaline pumping through him was so intense, he couldn’t think of a time his heart had ever beat so fast.

“(Y/n), wait-” before he could even finish his sentence, your eyes had slipped shut and you’d slumped over onto him. Soft snores left your mouth, had you really just fallen asleep like that? (not like Zoro was in any position to comment on someone’s sleeping habits).

Somehow he was at even more of a loss, there was a drunken girl passed out in his lap. How do you even deal with this. A cackling from across the deck draws his attention, ussop has his hands over hsi stomach belly laughing as the rest of the crew snickers alongside him.

“Nice job Mosshead, way to put the lady to sleep.” Sanji speaks up, which makes usopp laugh even harder.

“Both of them are hopeless.” Nami sighs, crossing her arms in disapproval of your own actions. The crew would never let you live it down, no doubt in her mind you’d wake up incredibly embarrassed. 

Zoro glares at them, placing a hand over your ear in an attempt to keep you from waking. (Unbeknownst to him, nothing could have woken you from the deep sleep you had fallen into).

With a sigh he reaches back for the mug he’d originally been holding, taking a swig before glancing down at you. There was a softness to your face, and somehow even in your sleep you still smiled so beautifully. His heart softens at the thought, the hand over your ear reaching to tenderly stroke your cheek. He quickly returns it to its original position after a whistle from Luffy, turning away to glare over the side of the ship in embarrassment.

but look at you.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Outside of superhero emergencies, Kara didn’t tend to lean into her super hearing where she could avoid it. Girl’s night at her apartment, for example, definitely shouldn’t have called for it. Then again, she wasn’t usually the subject of discussion in just about every apartment block on her street.

So, maybe that wasn’t completely true. She’d certainly heard her name mentioned a lot more since the whole secret identity reveal thing; it was just, nowadays, instead of hearing Supergirl, it was usually Kara Zor-El.

She was used to it. She’d been used to it for years; her name was normally a hot topic days, if not weeks after a major save was broadcast. The only difference now was… not all of those voices were as positive as she’d come to expect.

Like right now, for instance. No matter how hard she tried to shut it out, she couldn’t help but listen for that same voice echoing from hundreds of homes across the city, streaming from earbuds, speakers and laptops alike. His voice was charismatic and quick, like a less polished Maxwell Lord, and while he may have been a nobody just a few weeks ago, he’d certainly gained enough traction now to give Kara one hell of a headache.

Unfortunately for her, she’d inadvertently tuned herself in at just the right time for her downstairs neighbour to hit play:

“Alright folks, if you missed our last episode I’ll catch you up to speed. Last week, we rounded off at the crux of the Supergirl Problem; that she hasn’t just been living in our midst this whole time, but that she’s been actively working as a journalist for CatCo Worldwide Media. And, just a few weeks ago, she was publicly put in charge of the editorial process for that same media outlet minutes after she came clean about her alter-ego to the world. And, as I doubt Supergirl will want to speak for herself on the matter, we have one of her self-proclaimed super-fans in the house today to speak on her behalf. Say it with me at home folks, debate me, Supergirl!”

The aforementioned ‘super-fan’ let out a surprised scoff at her introduction. She didn’t waste a minute of her airtime, jumping immediately into the conversation: “Well, for starters, I think you’re taking this whole thing out of context. Supergirl didn’t just become a journalist for CatCo overnight. If you knew anything about Kara’s story, you’d know that she worked her way up the food chain for years! I mean, how empowering is that? She started as a PA!”

“Yeah, a PA with superspeed, how difficult. No wonder she ended up in Cat Grant’s palm! And yes, I do know her origin story, thank you very much.” The host’s voice crackled as Kara imagined him relaxing into his microphone. “Let the audience not forget that she was a PA for Cat Grant before she became a journalist. Are we really going to pretend that wasn’t her foot in the door?”

“Cat Grant wasn’t even her boss when she got into journalism,” argued the young woman. “And by the time Kara made a name for herself, Cat wasn’t even leading the company anymore! She got to where she is now on her own merit, no one elses!”

The host spoke over her: “It begs the question, did Cat Grant know this whole time? She takes a sabbatical only to re-emerge just in time to offer Supergirl a promotion. On top of that, she’s been promoting Supergirl for years! She created her – her words, on record. And now she’s put her in charge of media distribution. Get this: Supergirl is now in charge of the media we consume. Isn’t that a little self-indulgent?”

The young woman didn’t back down. “Kara Danvers was a Pultizer winning journalist long before we found out who she really was,” she argued. “She’s been standing for truth and justice just as much as Supergirl has. In fact, she’s just as much a hero as—”

“But what’s the agenda here?” the host continued with a conspiratorial air. “How can we even believe the news now it’s being headed by a liar? And she did, didn’t she? She lied to us all! She had a secret identity this whole time, and what? We’re just supposed to accept that? What’s the bet that this story will make a headline at CatCo magazine tomorrow morning, with my comments made out as Supergirl’s latest villain story? Or, better yet, will I be Kara Danver’s first official nemesis?” He barked out a laugh into his microphone. “There’s no freedom of the press anymore, folks, not when CatCo is bias towards the very hero that made it so popular in the first place!”

Before she could hear any more, Kara was thrown from her super-eavesdropping rather unceremoniously when a hand shot out in front of her face, waving impatiently.  

“Earth to Kara,” Alex said, snapping her fingers in front of her sister’s nose. “Hey, anyone home?”

“Huh?” Kara said before screwing her eyes shut, swatting away Alex’s offending hand. “Hey, hey, stop that!”

It was only then that she realised that it wasn’t just Alex who had been trying to get her attention. Lena and Kelly were staring at her from the opposite sofa. Nia sat cross legged on the footstool by the coffee table, nursing her drink with an expectant expression.

Kara glanced lamely at the TV. It didn’t look like anyone had been paying attention to the movie for quite some time.

Just how long had she been…?

Kara tried not to cringe.

Kelly cleared her throat, smoothing her hands over her lap. “From your expression, I’m guessing you were listening in on something pretty important.” She hesitated. “Is everything okay?”

Kara’s eyes widened. “What? Oh, oh no, it’s not a superhero emergency, I swear. Girl’s night continues uninterrupted, I promise!”

“Okay,” Nia said with a slow smile. “Then what was with the—” She mimicked Kara’s spaced-out expression a little too well, earning a few grins at her expense.

Kara pursed her lips. “Uh—I mean. It was nothing. Just…” She sagged in on herself awkwardly. “Okay, so I may have been listening to this podcast…”

“Oof.” Alex winced. “You don’t wanna do that.”

Kara groaned, falling back against the sofa. “I’ve been trying not to, but it’s kinda hard when half of my building’s listening to it.” She rubbed aggressively at her ears. “Super hearing can really suck, you guys.”

“Wait,” Nia said, perking up. “Are you talking about the Debate Me, Supergirl podcast?” When everyone turned to stare at her, she shrugged. “What? Brainy’s been keeping tabs on all social channels for this stuff ever since your interview first went public, y’know, calculating the odds on them picking up any real traction. In case things go… south.”

“And what are the odds on this guy?” Alex asked seriously.

Nia made a vague gesture. “I mean, until a few days ago, Brainy had him in the unlikely category. But his latest interview with a Supergirl stan got a whole lot of attention on social media. They were basically at each other’s throats the entire time.” She took a mild sip of her drink. “People ate it up.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Of course they did. And I’m guessing from your tone, not much of the audience were on this super – uh – stan’s side?”

Nia pulled a face, taking an even larger swig.

Kara groaned again, burying her face in her hands. “This is awful. I- I just can’t believe how little faith they have in me now that they know the truth!”

Lena smiled her sympathy. “Take it from someone who was once deluded enough to fall right into that same category of hatefully ignorant.” She toasted her scotch glass to no one in particular, swirling its contents with a gentle twist of her wrist. “It’s not easy for people to accept that their larger-than-life hero was living amongst them.”

Kara’s head shot up in protest. “I never wanted anyone to put me on a pedestal.”

“Want has nothing to do about it. Like it or not, they did.” Lena paused, tucking her legs into the sofa’s arm. She fixed Kara with a level look. “Kara, I say this as your friend, but you have to understand how powerful you are in the eyes of a regular citizen. You fly, you shoot laser beams from your eyes, you’re bullet proof and fire proof. Your power is limitless and even though this city has seen you fall, they’ve also seen you get back up time and time again.”

Kara bit her lip. “That part I can understand, but it’s not just that. This podcaster isn’t only targeting my Supergirl persona. It’s Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El that they don’t trust.” She snorted, throwing her hands wide. “They think the fact that I’m working as CatCo’s Editor-in-Chief makes the whole platform inherently bias. And – yes – I know I’ve fought my own biases in the past, and it’s not like being impartial was what won me a Pulitzer, but to them— a superhero in the press just doesn’t appeal. They think I’m a fraud, that I’ve been manipulating public opinion.” Kara could feel her face begin to flush in frustration. She ran a hand through her hair, standing just to put her energy somewhere. She slammed a fist against her palm, taking a step around the coffee table with every beat. “But, I mean, don’t they remember how CatCo turned on Supergirl after the Red Kryptonite incident? And rightfully, too. I lost the people’s trust then, and now—now it’s happening all over again and I just… I don’t know how to win them back,” she laughed through her teeth, “or if I can win them back!”

Alex took Kara’s arm swiftly as she passed her by, tugging her to her side. “Hey, no one said this was gonna be easy.”

“I think those were Cat’s exact words, actually,” Nia said helpfully, pointing in Alex’s direction.

Kara huffed, anchored by her sister’s steadying hand. “Yeah? Well, they didn’t say it would be this difficult, either.”

“Don’t listen to a few angry voices,” Nia insisted, her voice sobering. “They aren’t worth your energy, trust me.”

“Are they just a few?” Kara asked grimly. If she tried hard enough, she was sure she could still tune into hundreds of versions of that same podcast playing from across the city. Whether they agreed with him or not, the people of National City and beyond were listening to this nameless podcaster, and that was dangerous enough on its own.

Nia smiled tightly, balling her knuckles against her lap. “Just don’t listen to them, okay?” She closed her eyes. “Look, people like to make a lot of noise when they feel like they’ve been lied to, but the truth is, they were never entitled to that information to begin with. When I did my Dreamer interview with you, a lot of people were so supportive; some of them even saw themselves in me, but there were always hateful voices that tried to drown out the positive ones.” She straightened her back, opening her eyes. “But, y’know, they make that much noise because they know they’re in the minority, and they do not have the power that they think. Putting it into perspective like that… it’s a lot easier to ignore them, especially when I know how many people I’ve helped by sharing my story.”

“You’re right,” Kara said softly. Because she was. Of course she was. A single podcast spouting a single negative view didn’t diminish everything good that had come out of Supergirl’s identity reveal. Yes, the celebrity-level thing took some getting used to and openly flying to work made her something of a spectacle when it came to the office situation, but for the most part, Kara was relieved to have that weight off her shoulders, and it was a joy to know just how many aliens felt more confident to live as themselves now that they knew Supergirl had also shared their struggle.

In truth, the world knowing where she had come from, who she had been ever since she’d landed on Earth, grounded her to the people in a way that had never struck quite the same as just Supergirl. And that was worth any amount of growing pains.

Kara reached out for Nia’s hand over the coffee table, squeezing tight. “Thank you.”

Nia’s smile softened. “Any time.”

Lena cleared her throat, shifting higher against her pillow. “And, as for your job,” she said with a sly smile of her own, “let’s just say I know a thing or two about the public coming for your throat, deeming you unworthy of the position you’ve fairly worked your way up to. It’s just like Nia said, you ignore it, Kara. You ignore it because you have nothing to prove to anyone, you’re already doing one hell of a job as a journalist. Remain honest with yourself, and eventually people will see it. Not everyone of course.” She tilted her head, raising her glass to her lips. “You’ll never have everyone’s approval. If you did, well, I’d say you were on another planet, because that’s certainly not how the human race are wired.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Nia chimed in, leaning up to clink her glass with Lena’s. She caught Kelly’s glass on her way back.

Kelly smiled fondly, though there was a strained edge to her expression when she said, “We’ve all had to work twice as hard to prove ourselves. And as much as it hurts, that extends to Supergirl as well.”

Kara sat back down with a sigh, leaning into the embrace that Alex readily offered her. “Cat once told me the same thing; right after she’d first claimed Supergirl, actually.”

“Exactly,” Alex said with a sage nod. She kissed her sister’s hair. “And, hey, Cat Grant won’t let a podcast beat down her creation. Hell, her empire is built on powerful women, it always has been, always will.” She gestured to everyone in the room. “You are all prime examples of that.”

Kara nudged her sister playfully, pushing out of her arms. “Hey, well, the amount of times the DEO has personally kept that building from crashing to the ground, I’d say you’re an honorary member of Cat’s empire, too.”

Alex’s nose crinkled. “I think I prefer the title of badass DEO leader, but I’ll take it.” She grinned, rolling her eyes. “The point is, you have us, Kara.”

“Yeah.” Nia beamed. “And our opinion is worth a million times more than some crappy podcast.”

“Oh, cheers to that, too!” Alex laughed and they all converged with their glasses, meeting with a raucous clash over the coffee table.

Cheers rang out all ‘round, and Kara let the simple joy of that moment infect her. Their combined laughter easily blotted out any chances of hearing another word from that podcaster’s mouth.

She'd lost the taste for eavesdropping, anyway.

[stellar-collective]

Hi, I absolutely adore your art! Keep up the amazing work!! Also if you’re still taking requests, I’m curious what a role swap between Phoenix and Reginald would look like in your style? Thank you!

thank you so much, i’m glad that you like my art!! this roleswap is funny to me bc Phoenix and Reginald are already so similar that i really think the only significant change would be the number of quips that Zor has to deal with

[fazedlight]

“IT’S OKAY, SPIKE!” Kara shouted, flying alongside the panicked dragon. “Easy, easy boy- OOF.”

An unwitting thrash of the dragon’s tail sideswept Kara in the air, causing her to tumble as he continued to rip ahead. 

“Supergirl,” came Lena’s voice in her ear. “Are you still there?”

“Yep,” Kara said, halting her fall to the Earth, surging back up into the sky and heading again towards the dragon. “Have you figured out why he’s upset yet?”

“We detected a disruption in spacetime. If he freaked out during Crisis last year, he may be sensitive to-”

“Another crisis?!” Kara said, nearly caught up to the dragon.

“Unlikely, Brainy is investigating the cause.”

Kara didn’t respond as she finally flanked Spike’s side, shouting words at him in an attempt to soothe - not that it was working all that well.

“Have you tried beef jerky?” came an amused voice behind her.

Kara startled, rotating in the air to see another figure, flying just a few yards away. In the dark sky, she could make out a… woman, a white supersuit, a red cape, short-cropped light hair. It was mid-turn that Kara realized there was a small bag hurling in her direction. Kara instinctively reached out to grab it, seeing Original Beef Jerky on the label. 

“Who are you?” Kara shouted, glancing back up.

“You don’t recognize me?” the stranger smirked.

“Should I?”

“My name,” the blonde said, “Is Kara Zor-L.”

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It didn’t take long for Spike to calm down after that. A couple of bites of jerky, and the dragon amiably landed on the ground, seeming to physically shake off his nerves before shrinking back down into a peaceful iguana. Alana was relieved to have her pet back.

Kara eyed the new blonde warily, but this other Kara didn’t seem concerned. “I’ve been dealing with a brainwashed Legion member,” the other woman explained. “He threw me out of my universe. I need to get back there.”

“So the multiverse is back,” Lena said over comms, listening on to Kara’s conversation with… Kara. “Bring her to the Tower, Brainy and I can try to help her.”

Kara looked up. “Alright… Kara,” she said awkwardly-

“My Earth name is Karen,” the blonde responded.

Kara nodded. Thank Rao, this’ll be less confusing. “Alright, Karen. Let’s get you back to the team.”

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“So you’re… Power Girl,” Lena said, eyeing the much older kryptonian. “And you were able to grow up on Krypton?”

“It’s a long story,” Karen said with a shrug. “When do you think you’ll be able to send me back to my Earth?”

“Just a few hours,” Lena said. “Brainy’s making some equipment modifications.”

“Looking forward to getting home,” Karen said. “Cat will be annoyed.”

“Wow,” Kara said with a laugh. “Different timelines, but somehow we both work for Cat Grant.”

Karen tilted her head towards Kara as her brow crinkled - Lena couldn’t help but think of how strangely familiar her expression was. “I suppose she would be a little old for you,” Karen mulled.

“Old?” Kara asked.

Karen smirked. “Cat is my wife.”

“Oh,” Kara squeaked, as Lena's heart skipped a beat.

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“That’s not suspicious to the press at all?” Lena said. “You and Cat living on opposite sides of the country?”

Conversation had wandered - from Karen’s Starrware Labs and her development of environmental nanobot technology, to her superhero antics as Power Girl, to her marriage. Lena hadn’t missed how Kara’s cheeks turned bright pink with the mention of Karen’s love life, and how she took every excuse to duck out of the room to check on Brainy’s progress. 

But now Kara was back, and pacing, and nervous - and somehow that only seemed to amuse Karen.

“We’re good at privacy,” Karen said. “Though I’m opening a branch of Starrware Labs in National City, so soon this’ll be less of a pain in the ass anyway. It’ll be nice to be able to attend Carter’s baseball games without suspicion.”

“Carter?” Lena asked. “I guess Cat was previously married on your Earth, too.”

“The media went nuts when we started dating,” Karen smirked. “America’s Power Bisexuals. Ironic headlines, considering they don’t know I’m Power Girl.”

“You’re bi,” Lena asked curiously, noting again how Kara seemed flushed.

Karen shrugged. “Bi, pan, whatever. Sexuality in Krypton’s society was considered fluid.”

“What?” Kara said, confusion overriding her new shyness. “That sounds like Daxam, not Krypton.”

“What’s Daxam?” Karen asked.

Kara stared at Karen for a moment. “I’m… going to check on Brainy again,” she said, making her way out the room. 

Lena curiously watched after her, before turning back to Karen - who seemed to be far too amused at what was transpiring. Lena shifted in her seat, another curiosity coming to mind. “What’s my life like on your Earth?”

Karen shrugged. “You’re a powerhouse. Married to another tech genius, some Jack guy. It’s rumored you’re in an open relationship, you spend a lot of time with the Obsidian CEO.”

“Oh,” Lena said.

“Is something going on between you two?” Karen asked Lena, gesturing at where Kara went through to the door.

“No.”

“Do you want something to be going on?”

Lena was going to rebuff, the words of course not ready to fall from her lips. But something stopped her. Maybe the familiar crinkle in the stranger’s brow, maybe the fact that the blonde was imminently about to leave the universe entirely. “I don’t think that’s a possibility,” Lena said regretfully.

“Why not?”

Lena shrugged. “Kara’s straight in this world.”

“Are you sure?” Karen said, her eyes seeming to dance with the almost familiar smile, last observed when Kara convinced Lena to buy an entire tub of ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but laugh, as much as the reality of the situation made her heart ache. 

But before she could formulate a response, they could hear the patter of footsteps coming back. “It’s ready,” Kara said, nodding in Karen’s direction. “Brainy says you can go home.”

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Karen departed for her Earth - and normalcy resumed, as Lena and Kara crashed on Lena’s couch, consuming their late dinner from Chinese takeout containers.

Lena looked over at the blonde, who seemed… still unusually quiet, seemingly pensive. “Is it odd?” Lena asked gently. “Hearing about a different Krypton?”

“Yeah,” Kara said, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “It makes me wonder…”

“Wonder?”

“She’s just… very confident,” Kara murmured, staring down at her chopsticks.

“She’s older,” Lena shrugged. “Seen more.”

“I think even if I were a decade or two older, Cat would still eat me alive,” Kara smiled.

“Maybe,” Lena laughed.

A pause. “We’re… similar in other ways,” Kara said softly.

“Oh?” Lena said, her heart skipping a beat.

Kara shifted awkwardly, finally glancing up at Lena. “I overheard something she said. Her talking about you and Jack. And… Andrea.”

“It wasn’t that surprising,” Lena replied slowly, her heart pattering as she realized that Kara might be… trying to assess the situation. Which gave her the bravery to be a bit more forthcoming. “Andrea and I were together in high school.”

“Oh,” Kara said. And for a moment, silence fell again.

“Lena-” “Kara-”

The two looked up, each noting that the other had a blush crawling across her face, each feeling the vibration of possibility flowing between them. “Could we…” Kara started. “Could we be more?”

“If you want us to be,” Lena said, a small smile growing on her face.

Kara’s eyes widened, before a grin crossed her own face. “I’d like that,” she said.

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A month later, a small portal temporarily opened up in Karen Starr’s office. She didn’t notice at the time - she was far too busy making out with her wife - but she did find the note left behind: 

“You were right. Thank you. - LL”

[turtletaubwrites]

I Want To Be Needed ~ Part 10

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5613

This is part 10 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You ask Robin out on a date. You struggle with your place in your relationships, and on the crew.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, Blow Jobs, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Thigh Riding, Hair Pulling, Choking, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Alcohol, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Insecurity, Tickling, Robin is mysterious, and the boys are protective

A/N: Hey y'all! Since this 'one shot' has gotten out of hand I've made this part rather long to wrap things up. I will be continuing this series, and next part will be a chaptered work that will follow after the events here. I hope you enjoy this, and where the story is headed! Thank you for reading! 😊🙏🏼

“I didn’t know you could draw like that.”

You flashed Zoro a grin. He was leaning over your shoulder while you worked on a monograph, and he’d been following you around all morning. 

“I have to, it’s how we identify plants in the wild. We have to know the shapes of the stems and leaves, the textures, how many petals, every detail. If I identify a plant incorrectly it might not work the way we need it to, or it might make us sick. Or dead.”

“Damn. So you know how to poison people then?”

“Of course I do. Nature can destroy just as much as it can heal. Maybe even more.”

He wrapped his arms around you, humming softly against your neck.

“So you could probably kill any of us if you wanted. Just sneak something into our drinks?”

“Well, I won’t do that.”

“That’s pretty hot.”

He kissed your neck, nibbling with a soft chuckle as you squirmed.

“There’s something wrong with you!”

“Oh no! I bet my evil, sexy girlfriend can find a plant to fix me.”

He lifted you out of your chair, kissing and sucking your neck as he growled, sounding so playful that it made you squeal. Especially since it was the first time he’d called you his girlfriend. 

He pulled you away from your desk, spinning you to face him. Out of breath, you shivered as you looked into his gorgeous, dark eyes. 

“I’m working, Zoro.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.”

He crossed his arms, and had the audacity to look skeptical.

Your cheeks burned as you fought a grin, and you tried to move around him to your desk. 

He was immovable.

“Zoro!”

“I’m the first mate, Y/N. I have to protect this ship.”

He leaned over you, his words getting heavier.

“I just found out there’s a potential murderer on board.”

“Zor- unf.”

He’d lifted you over his shoulder, and you fought his hold. Until the wind was knocked out of you when he slammed you onto your bed. 

“I need to make sure all threats are dealt with.”

You hadn’t caught your breath yet, but you managed to moan as you watched your swordsman free himself from his pants, stroking his hard length as he towered over you. Your body was already reacting, readying for whatever he had planned.

“Strip. I need to inspect you for weapons.”

He seemed so serious, and the fact that your body was already caving in pissed you off just a little bit. 

But not enough. That look in his eyes made you shiver with anticipation, and you needed him to wreck you. 

“Make it quick, I’ve still got work to do.”

He raised his brows at the challenge.

“So you wanna do this the hard way, huh? Get on your knees.”

His growl made your eyes roll back, and you obeyed. He shoved his cock down your throat so fucking deep you could barely breathe before he practically ripped your pants down.

You’d noticed Zoro preferred you in tight pants, enjoying the violence of dragging them down your skin, of using them to restrain your legs while he fucked you hard and mercilessly.  

After he made you beg him for more until you were lost in pulsing waves of pleasure and pain, he laid with you until you could walk to the shower with him.

And all of that was before lunch. 

You were starting to realize you’d need to take breaks between days with the boys just so you could get some work done.

~

“You’re not gonna watch me?”

After lunch, Zoro was pulling his shirt over his head, and you forgot what you were going to say. 

“Nevermind,” he teased, his smirk bringing your eyes back to his face. 

“I thought I’d go ask Robin out, actually.”

His eyes went wide for a moment, but he shook it off. 

“Well, uh. Good luck?”

His questioning tone brought a smirk to your face, and you gave him a playful punch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back to ogle my boyfriend.”

You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a kiss. 

“I like that.”

You shivered at his whispered words.

“What do you like?”

“My.”

~

“Come in.”

Robin’s lilting voice made chills trail up your skin, and you opened the door with a smile.

Her eyes sparkled when she saw you, and she made room on that pretty loveseat of hers. 

“Y/N, it’s lovely to see you.”

Settling on the couch, you tilted toward her, and felt your hands shaking slightly.

She kept smiling at you, waiting.

“You too, Robin. I was hoping that you’d still be interested in having that date with me.”

Her smile deepened, and she set down her book. She reached her hand to yours, and your skin flushed red.

She’s so beautiful.

“I’d love that. When are you available?”

She asked that question with a smirk, and you gave a self deprecating laugh. 

“I’m taking a break tomorrow, and I’d love to spend it with you.”

“Can’t wait.”

Heading back on deck, you were practically skipping, amazed at how your life was turning out. 

Stopping in your tracks, you enjoyed the view before interrupting.

For as much as they seem to hate each other, they always end up close to each other when they don’t need to be.

You grinned at the boys, Zoro caring for his swords, while Sanji was leaning his elbows over the railing while he smoked. They were silent, but within 5 feet of each other.

Shaking your head, you intruded on their quiet company. 

“Hello boys.”

Seeing them both turn to you made warmth pour through your chest, it was such a satisfying sight.

“I’ve got a date with Robin tomorrow.”

“Congrats,” Zoro said with a small smile, seeming to be getting used to it.

Sanji on the other hand accidentally crushed his cigarette, dropping it on the deck to avoid burning his treasured hands. He stomped it out, making sure to pick it up to dispose of it properly. Smoking was bad enough, you were glad he didn’t litter. 

You tried not to laugh at his beet red face, but he started speaking so fast out of nowhere that you couldn’t help it.

“What are your plans? Are you having a brunch date, or maybe a candlelit dinner? We can set up some games on deck for you, and I’ll make some desserts. I wish the last island had some decent produce, I don’t know how I’m supposed to work without strawberries.”

He kept going, seeming to be talking to himself now, You laughed even more at Zoro’s grimace. 

~

Taking extra care getting ready in the morning, the thought of Robin kept tugging your lips into a smile. 

“Good morning, Y/N dear! Right this way!”

“Wh-What?”

Sanji didn’t answer as he rushed you outside. 

“Sanji, did you steal my rose petals?”

There was a sparse trail of pink rose petals guiding your way.

“Only one flower, my dear. New love is worth all the flowers in the world.”

“Sanji, I harvest the petals and buds, you owe me a flower.”

He turned, winking before bowing out of the way. 

“I'll buy you a barrel of roses, darling. Just promise you’ll have a good time!”

You twirled to watch him go until you heard the soft chuckle behind you. 

“Good morning, Y/N. It looks like we’re going to be spoiled today.”

You beamed as you met her eyes, breath catching for a moment. Robin looked stunning in a cropped vest and pants, the dark purple making her skin seem to glow. 

“Good morning,” you replied, biting the inside of your lip as you sat with your favorite archeologist. 

Sanji had set up the entire day, and you had to admit that he did a lovely job. Occasionally you’d have to shoo him away when he acted like a butler, jumping at every possible need, lingering for just a bit too long.

Robin’s voice, her soft laugh, her playful smile. The fact that she was here with you, on a date. Your head was buzzing, and you hardly knew what you were talking about. She asked you about your favorite flowers, your goals to discover rare plants on the Grand Line, and you hardly noticed that she didn’t share much. 

She teased you, drawing you out with questions. Your mind filled in so much, your admiration for her blurring the edges a bit. 

After lunch, Sanji had paraded games for you to choose from. He was almost singing as he listed them off until you both cracked up, pointing to the Shogi board to get him to leave you alone.

Shogi was not your game, and you couldn’t help but feel her piercing eyes as she maneuvered her pieces, almost effortlessly taking you down. 

The sounds of Nami exercising across the deck drew your eyes, and you watched her practice with her baton for a moment. Robin’s voice pulled you back, and you noticed that your fingers had begun to dig into your thigh. 

“Another game?”

“Why not,” you laughed. “I love getting destroyed by you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that in the tone it came out in, and your eyes went wide at her smirk.

“That does sound fun,” she teased, setting up the board. 

You spent the entire day together, and it was just as lovely as it was at the start. The sun was setting, and you tapped your wine glasses over the incredible dinner Sanji had prepared. 

He’d left the wine bottle at the table after you’d told him to stop checking if you needed refills. As you pulled your glass away from hers, your elbow knocked the bottle over. 

Wincing, you waited for the crash, but Robin had sent an arm to catch it. Not a drop had spilled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Robin picked up the conversation where you’d left off, but your mind fought to tear you away. 

I can’t even go a day without needing help.

You felt like you constantly had to prove your usefulness on the crew, no matter how wonderfully caring and supportive everyone was. 

Your self pitying thoughts filled you with guilt, fogging your mind when you were meant to be here with Robin.

Robin, who was so powerful, she could save the whole crew. She’d saved you more than once.

So had Sanji and Zoro. Everyone on the crew.

And you were usually there hiding with Chopper. Until Chopper would transform, and save you too. 

You looked at Robin, her deep eyes scanning your face. You wanted to be present, grateful to be right here. 

I’ll just be everyone’s girlfriend. Everyone’s cheerleader. 

“Where have you gone, Y/N?”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Robin.”

She tilted her head, always seeming mildly curious.

“Really, I’m sorry. I’ve just had some things on my mind lately, I don’t know why they’re hogging my brain right now.”

Robin set down her glass, leaning on a hand toward you. 

“Whatever else we might become, we are friends. I’d like to know if something is bothering you.”

You cringed internally, hating how much you needed everyone. How much you’d needed Robin’s help lately. 

“I’ve just… been feeling… I’ve been wanting to do more for the crew than I have been.”

Her eyes softened, but she waited for you to continue. After a large sip of your wine, you took the opportunity she was giving. 

“I guess seeing the boys has made me notice it more. My work is valuable, I know it. But I want to help. I don’t want to be a burden.”

Your eyes had drifted to your wine glass, until you heard her take a breath. 

“Y/N, you have saved us in so many ways. Your skills are incredibly useful.”

“Not when we fight.”

Her deep eyes held yours, and you couldn’t decipher the emotion in them. 

“Knowledge is more valuable than violence.”

Now you let out a breath, trying to sort your thoughts. 

“I want to be able to protect the people I care about. I don’t want my friends to get hurt because I can’t protect myself… I want to be needed.”

“Well, Y/N… It sounds like you’ve got a new project to work on.”

Robin’s light tone broke the tension, and you let out a grateful laugh. The confidence in her words shivered through you. 

“I guess I do.”

She grinned at you, stretching and moving in her seat. 

“Y/N, it’s been a lovely day.”

Your heart sank.

“Would you like to have another glass in my room? Away from prying eyes?”

You nodded, not sure you could say anything, but followed Robin while your pulse sped through you. 

You could practically feel Sanji’s heavy breathing on your skin as he watched from across the deck. Remembering his blissed out face when you let him look up your skirt, you bit your lip. What a fucking perv. 

The thought of his desperate whines, and his needy hands on you tomorrow after his obsession today made you shiver. You had to shake it off.

Watching Robin’s hips swaying gently in front of you brought you back to the moment. 

You sat beside her, feeling suddenly paralyzed. 

We’ve been talking all day, what do I say now?

Luckily she leaned toward you, tapping your glasses again. 

“To firsts.”

You blushed, lifting your glass to your lips before replying.

“First dates?”

Chuckling, she adjusted her position, her thigh now warming against yours.

“To first everythings. Much more fun than lasts.”

Robin’s voice had shifted slightly, and you caught a slight furrow in her brow.

“Robin, ar-”

“Y/N.”

She put the force of those deep blue eyes on you then. Your breathing slowed, noticing the air touching your skin. 

She brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and that little bit of contact made your eyes flutter shut.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

The way those words fell from her lips made them seem more real than you’d ever heard. Your eyes flew open, and you leaned toward her, your hand resting on her thigh.

“You are beautiful, Robin, gorgeous!”

She chuckled, leaning closer as she trailed fingers along your neck and shoulder. Her face leaned closer still, and your eyes were wide as she glanced at your parted lips. 

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

You wanted to say yes, but all you could do was feel a shy grin take over your face until you nodded at her.

Then you gasped as her soft lips took yours.

Soft was the overpowering sensation. You reached for each other, your hands enjoying the smooth skin of her lower back, and the silkiness of her hair. 

Her hands ran along your thigh, and traced along your jaw to the back of your neck.

Robin's lips and tongue tasted like wine, and something sweet. You couldn’t help a small moan that escaped at how intoxicating she felt.

She let a pleased hum into your mouth before sucking your lower lip between her teeth. 

Your hands clenched on her skin, and she pulled you closer, trailing her fingers down your throat, teasing along your collarbones.

Robin pulled back from you, giving a quick kiss before searching your face. Your breath was heavy, and you had to fight not to pull her back in, feeling your body squirming with the ache for more of her touch. 

“Mm, I think I can see what all the fuss is about.”

Your eyes rolled back at her sultry tone, and then you moaned as her lips found your neck. 

You stopped holding back then, sending your hands to pull her toward you, teasing your fingers in her hair. The soft moan she gave you when you pulled that beautiful black hair had you reeling, and you climbed onto her lap to get closer. 

“Robin, you feel so good, so soft.”

Her breath was heavy now, and you felt her tugging at the ties at the back of your dress. Your body moved on its own, thrusting in her lap. She paused, gripping you, moving you so you were straddling one of her thighs. 

“Don’t stop,” she whispered against your neck as she moved her leg beneath you. Crying out, you grinded your center against her thigh, starting to pull at the laces on the front of her vest. 

Every movement, every breath felt electric, addictive. Every sound out of her lips made you need to make more, the need to make her feel good taking you over. The pressure, the friction from her thigh filling you with twisting warmth.

You caught her eyes before you opened her vest, smiling at her small nod before revealing her perfect chest. Her full breasts were so enticing, the buds of her nipples already hardened, and you ached to taste them. 

First you touched, gently caressing, massaging, before trailing small circles around her nipples while you continued to grind on her thigh. She cried out when you pinched them lightly before she pulled your dress over your head, revealing your own chest. 

The look in her eyes when she leaned forward to trail her tongue along your breasts was too much. You lost your grip on her, reaching back into her hair to keep from collapsing. 

Her muffled chuckle against your skin made you twitch, dancing on her thigh as you felt how much you’d soaked through your panties onto her tight pants. 

You slid off of her, landing on your knees between her legs, your breath catching when you saw her heavy lidded gaze. Now you brought your lips to her smooth skin, twirling your tongue around her nipples while you started pulling at her pants. 

Robin moaned as she helped you, lifting her hips as you dragged the fabric down. Her panties got pulled along with her tight pants, and you sucked in a breath when you saw how much wetness had pooled between her legs. 

You both giggled as you fought to pull the pants off completely, struggling at her feet while she leaned back and grinned at you. 

Settling yourself between her knees again, you gasped as she leaned over you, grabbing you by the hair into a rough kiss until you whimpered into her mouth. 

She pulled back, that teasing smile on her lips again.

“What would you like to do, Y/N?”

Biting your lip, you felt your body lean toward hers, craving her touch again.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whispered, suddenly shy again. 

She kissed you softly now, before scooting her body to the edge of the loveseat. She spread her thighs for you, leaning back to watch you. She trailed her fingers across her chest, and licked her lips.

“Please do.”

You moaned then, looking down at her gorgeous pussy, the wetness dripping from her folds making you shiver. 

You smiled up at her, meeting her darkened eyes as you brought your lips to her, kissing her clit the way she’d kissed your lips. 

Wrapping your hands around her thighs, you groaned against her folds while you felt her writhe for you.

Robin made such beautiful sounds, and you watched her face as you alternated sensations. Circling her clit with your tongue, long, flattened strokes, fast or slow, different directions. You smiled against her as she moaned your name softly, and you wanted to find what she needed.

When you sucked her clit lightly into your mouth, you were rewarded with the sight of her back arching against the love seat, her hand gripping at your fingers on her hips. 

You could have done this for days. 

“Please, Y/N.”

She bucked against you as you moaned loudly against her skin. The sound of this beautiful, mysterious woman begging you, gasping your name like that. It was perfect.

Pulling back to kiss your way up her thigh, you brought your fingers to her core. You traced them along her folds and around her clit, wetting them while she twitched for you. 

The taste of her still on your lips made your own body clench. You watched her, taking in every gasp and movement while you dipped one finger into her. Exploring, enjoying, you added another and leaned close, breathing along her skin. Robin bucked against your hand, and you thought you’d found what you’d been looking for. 

“Does this feel good, Robin,” you teased as you dragged your fingers along the soft spot you’d found deep inside her.

“Y-Yes, Y/N, right there. Gods, you feel so good.”

You felt a satisfied hum leave your throat before you tasted her clit again. 

Robin moaned louder now, and you gasped as you felt hands behind you, around you. All caressing your skin and holding you in place, as if there were anything in the world that could have kept you from bringing Robin what she needed. 

The sensation of Robin getting closer spurred you on, and you gave her everything you could. She screamed your name while you felt her body clenching, almost pulling your fingers deeper into her, her clit throbbing on your tongue. 

You kept going, riding that high with her until you brought her down gently.

She hummed happily as she looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes. 

I did that. 

You felt your skin buzzing as you kissed up her body, joining her on the loveseat. You let her taste herself on your lips before pulling her legs onto your lap while you softly touched and massaged what you could reach. 

She squirmed when you traced nails along her side, pulling away.

“Are you ticklish?”

“I guess I am.”

She’d laughed, but something in her words felt sad. 

“Can I see how ticklish you are,” you asked with a smirk on your lips. 

The grin that bloomed on her face made you forget it, and you giggled on the couch with her as she writhed under your touch. 

Finally she’d had enough, laughing and breathless until she called arms to trap you. 

You gasped at the warm restraints, and felt your skin flush as she stood in front of you, hands on her beautiful hips. 

“Is it my turn now?”

All you could do was nod, then cry out as you were carried, lifted, and set up on her bed by a small wave of arms. She’d laid you up on her pillows so you could meet her eyes as she laid across the edge of the bed. 

“Y/N, is it alright if I use my abilities to please you?”

The feel of her arms still softly restraining you, and the dark look in Robin’s made you gasp, and you breathed your ‘yes.’ 

Then you were moved again, a hand moving to the hair at the back of your neck, hands wrapping around your ankles, pulling your legs apart, and arms pulling your hands above your head, trapping them there. You sighed as so many warm hands slid across your skin, then cried out as you felt them pulling your panties away from you. 

Robin lay on her side at the bottom of the bed, leaning on an elbow as she watched your reactions. Her lips were parted, and you shivered under her attention. 

“What do you want now, Y/N?”

Gasping, you tried to remember how to speak. 

“I-I want you to touch me, Robin. Please.”

Her smile was too much for you, and your eyes fluttered closed.

Then you cried out as your body was covered in sensations. She gripped your hair, tugging until you whimpered. Soft caresses, warm strokes, light tickles, and even scratches took you over, until there was no room for thought. 

It wasn’t long until you were twitching, and you could feel even more wetness dripping from your core as you ached for her. 

“Ro-Robin…”

“Would you like more, Y/N?”

Tears had started forming along your eyes, and you nodded desperately as your body shook. 

Your eyes had closed again until you felt her weight settle between your legs. You gasped as her lips teased your thighs, all of her arms still playing with you. 

She watched you, smiling as she kissed down, so close. She reached out with her tongue, the lightest of touches against your folds, and you tried to buck. Her arms held you like a vise, and your breathing stuttered. 

Her tongue and lips sank against you, and you were already so close. Robin wasted no time, sending one finger, then two, curling deep inside you. Her eyes still watched you, and you felt a hand reach around your throat. You nodded, seeing the pleased look in her eyes.

She sucked your clit at the same time that her fingers squeezed around your neck. Her fingers inside of you were moving hard so fast as you came. Your body would have bucked off the bed if she hadn’t held you so still. 

Your screams were high and breathy as her fingers kept their grip on your throat. You were fucking lost to bliss, and as you came down you couldn’t believe you were here with Robin. 

You laid together in her bed, cuddling and laughing quietly together. Now and then cozy kisses would be shared, gentle caresses. It felt like you were living in a world of soft and simple pleasures, nothing to do or worry about. 

“What’s that about?”

You’d pointed to a rather large book she’d been reading lately.

“Archaeology.”

You groaned in her arms, shaking your head at her smug smile. 

“I’d like to know you better, Robin.”

She looked away, a smile on her face that didn’t seem right to you.

“It’s okay, Robin. You don’t need to tell me your life story.”

You pulled out of her arms so you could sit and face her, waiting for her eyes to return to you. Your breath felt restricted, and you realized you might have soured the perfect day. Touching your hand to hers, your breath eased as she looked back at your face. 

“Robin, whatever else we might become, you are my friend. We don’t have to talk about it. But I feel like there are things that hurt you, that you hide. You’re very good at it.”

You tried to keep your words light, almost joking with her at the last part. But her eyes stayed even.

“I just want you to know that I’m here for you, that’s all.”

You stared at her face, looking for anything, any sign that things were okay, or that you’d ruined it all. 

All you saw was a slight tension between her brows, and what looked like sadness in her eyes.

Then she smiled, pulling you in for a hug. Her voice was light now, but you couldn’t see her face.

“I’m here for you too, Y/N.”

~

The next morning you ignored Sanji’s pleas to stay with him after breakfast, promising you’d be his after lunch. 

Instead, you found Usopp in his quarters with the door open, filling his stars with gunpowder with his brows furrowed, and tongue poking out of his teeth in concentration. 

You waited until he finished, then joined him. 

Luckily, Usopp had stopped seeming nervous around you after finding out about the polyamory drama. You were glad to see him smiling at you again.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could help me.”

He raised his brows at you, and your mouth went dry.

I need this. I need to be able to help the crew more. 

“I know you helped Nami with her Climate Baton. I was hoping you could help with an idea.”

“Sure! What are you thinking?”

His whole face lit up, and you wanted to feel that. To feel needed by the crew.

You barely had time before lunch started, but you pulled Nami aside.

“Hey, hot stuff,” she teased before leaning in close and whispering. “Do I get to hear how things went with Robin yet?”

Laughing, you shook your head.

“Later, I swear. I was actually hoping you could help me with something.”

~

The rest of the day, you allowed yourself to be showered with affection. Sanji didn’t seem to mind that you sat between Zoro and Robin today, and the thrill you felt when she took your hand sent chills across your body. 

As the crew was finishing up with dinner, she pulled you aside before Sanji could interrupt. 

“I had a lovely time last night.”

“Me too.”

She grinned at your reply, touching her fingers to your jaw. 

“When can we have our next date?”

Today’s events swirled in your head, and you felt you were buzzing with excitement. Sanji had made a dessert just for you, and you savored it with him while he ate his meal. He made some cocktails, and you sat together, enjoying your evening, looking forward to whatever else he had planned for you. 

Sanji raised his glass, his cheesy smile bringing one to your lips. 

“Here’s to my stunning girl. My sweet, Y/N. You are a treasure to this ship. Everything you do helps us so much. This crew wouldn’t be here without you.”

His words made you pause. You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, his cheesy smile seeming a little strange now. 

“What do you mean,” you asked, setting your glass down without taking a sip. 

“I just mean that we- I think the world of you!”

Narrowing your eyes, you felt like you should let it go, but something about his strained smile pushed you on. 

“Why are you telling me how much I help the crew?”

Your words made you realize what it meant, but you waited for him. 

Sanji winced, setting his glass on the table.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry, Y/N. Last night I saw you knock over the wine bottle, and I came closer. Then I heard you. I heard you share what you’ve been struggling with. I shouldn’t have listened, I know I need to fucking stop.”

He looked away, taking a swig of his drink. 

“I was worried about you, darling. I don’t want you to feel that you aren’t needed here.”

The glass was dripping condensation onto your cold fingers. Parts of you were fighting to let it go, but the rest was too full of the empty, uncomfortable feelings you’d been harboring. 

“How do you need me?”

“Wha-I…”

You gave him a break on that one. Sanji looked desperate, and you started to feel like a shitty person instead of just a useless one. Standing up from the table, you downed your drink in two burning gulps. 

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, Sanji. I’m going to go to bed now.”

Fuck, he looks fucking lost. 

Biting your tongue to keep your anger from spilling onto him, you leaned over the table for a hug. He gripped you tightly, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades until you broke away, eyes stinging. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said quietly as you tried not to run toward the door. 

~

A hard knock woke you in the morning.

“Open up, Needy!”

“Don’t yell at her, moss head.”

“Shut up, dumbass cook.”

Groaning, you glanced in the mirror, and shook your hair out of your face before opening the door. Sanji leaned against the frame, but Zoro came charging in, towering above you. 

“Why did I have to hear from Usopp that he’s making you a weapon?”

Sanji cut in, his tone far more even than Zoro’s near anger. 

“Sweetheart, I know you’ve been feeling self conscious about your place-”

“I’m not feeling self conscious,” you snapped, seeing Sanji’s eyes go wide as you threw those words at him. You turned back to Zoro, meeting his burning gaze.

“Usopp is making me a weapon so that I can be of more help to the crew.”

“What do you mean? You’re not a fighter.”

Your jaw clenched, glaring at Zoro’s face as he shot you down.

“Not yet. But I need to be able to defend myself.”

He frowned at you, seeming to struggle with his next words. 

“You’re right. As first mate, I should tell you too… But I don’t want you to fight.”

“Well I’m going to listen to the first mate. Plus, I’m not like you guys, or Luffy. I’m not going to run around picking fights.”

His narrowed eyes stared at you for too long, but you didn’t need to explain any more, so you just kept his gaze.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.”

“Marimo, you can’t seriously be considering this.”

You rounded on your cook. 

“Sanji, I have to know how to fight if I’m going to survive on this crew. I don’t want to have to be saved all the time.” 

“Y/N, please listen. Going into fights without enough training is more dangerous than hiding. We’ve always had you. I will always protect you.”

“The waiter’s right, Y/N. You’re not carrying anything like that off the ship until you show me you can handle it.”

You grinned at them, even though you felt very unconvincing in your comfy pajamas. 

“Then I’ll show you.”

The boys left you to get ready for the day, but you just sat on your bed, planning your next steps. Your dream was still to discover the rarest plants in the world on the Grand Line. 

But if I’m going to achieve that goal, I’ll need to learn to survive here first. Nothing’s going to stop me. Not even the boys.

Thank you for reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 11

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[lonelydiary]

19. Bake

"You don't understand, Alex! It's our anniversary and I want her to taste the greatest dessert of our time, of all times actually! I've even told Eliza I will help to clean the house once a week for the recipe of her pecan pie" Kara was very exited to be able to make something delicious for Lena.

"I'm sure it wasn't necessary, mom would've give it anyway, sis" said Alex, chuckling. "Besides, are you sure you are ready to bake? And also something so holy?"

"Ok, stop harassing me and wish me luck instead. I think I really need it" Kara's pout could be heard through the phone.

"Sorry, sorry, kid, didn't want to sound rude. Good luck, sis, and I know she's gonna love it"

"Thanks, Alex! Love ya, bye!"

"Love ya, too! And I am expecting all the details after! Bye!"

After an hour and an ungodly unmount of tries, Kara had finished to bake the cake. And it also was time to Lena to come home.

"Darling, I'm home! How was your day? Also, what's this wonderful smell?" Lena was already smiling and kissing Kara at the corner of her mouth.

"Good evening, my lady! Your dinner is waiting for you!" Kara kissed her back and gave a small bow.

"You're such a dork" giggled Lena.

"Your dork" smiled and blushed Kara. "But what are we waiting? Let's sit down and eat"

And so they ate and laughed and ate some more, completely smitten by each other.

"Thank you, darling! The food was amazing and especially the pie! Also thank you for the flowers, you know I love plumerias"

"You're very welcome, my love. And also, happy anniversary, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, sweetheart! And I also have a present for you" Lena gave Kara a nervous smile and presented her a silver bracelet with the two stones: sapphire and emerald.

"Kara Zor-El, you are my sun, my home, my heart. Without you I can't imagine myself or my life. You gave me joy, happiness, comfort, and also you gave me a family and a home. I will never take this for granted and will cherish this forever. Will you marry me, my love?"

Kara was openly crying now.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!"

"Is this a 'yes'?"

"Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Time was moving slowly for the two lovebirds, smiling at them, because it knew, it was just the begging of a wonderful journey for them.

[rustingcat]

Chapter 3 Kara

"For years I felt the weight of Krypton, its legacy and history laid on my shoulders, and I felt like a failure for never having the chance to educate Kal. But after learning about Argo, it's like some of this weight was lifted off my shoulders, knowing I'm not the only one out there who remembers, that it's not on me. Yet, I feel detached? I don't know, it feels different from what I remember. I mean it is different, it's nothing like how Krypton was, but they are all Kryptonians. You know what I mean?" Kara turned to Lena, she wasn't sure what she was hoping to find in her eyes, but it softened the moment they met.

"I think so." Lena nodded. "Although, considering that you were barely a teenager back then, it would make sense."

"I suppose." Kara swallowed hard.

They were sitting on Kara’s couch with the plans for the machine laying in front of them.  It was two days after they had come back from Argo. Kara had managed to translate most of it, enough for them to at least start.

"You mentioned that you can basically control how the child would turn up with the matrix, right?"

"Not exactly, you can't control your child's every decision, but essentially yes. You can choose how they look, and you can choose their um… brain type? We had a name for it in Kryptonese."

"So did your parents choose what you would be?" Lena finally asked.

"In some ways, yes." She said a bit distanced. "They didn't care much about my appearance or gender, but they made sure my mind would be sharp, curious and analytical. Basically creating me to be a scientist before I was even born. And it worked, you know? I grew up loving it. As my dad said, I was the youngest person to be considered to join the science guild, and I bet I would've gotten in too."

Lena remained silent. Not that she expected her to say anything, but she wasn't sure what to do nex.

Kara took a sip of her water. Staring intensity into the plans, yet not really focused on them she continued talking. "I thought about it a lot, you know, how my life would look like had I grown up there. What could I have created, how many lives I could've improved, how much I could've advanced our species. But the more I think about it the more I realised how lucky I was to escape that fate." Kara finally dared to raise her head, meeting Lena's gaze as she felt her eyes fill with water. "Am I a bad person for thinking that?" Her voice broke as the tears started running freely down her face. 

Lena scooted over, engulfing her dearest friend in a tight hug. "Not at all." She whispered in her ear. "There's nothing wrong about finding happiness. But we'll make sure that if we ever make this public we'll do our best so that no one could use it to put more pressure on anyone." She combed her fingers through her hair to ground her.

Kara exhaled a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. The reason the plans were not yet fully translated were not because of language complications or any math difficulties, but because she couldn't bring herself to complete it. It felt too heavy of a task.

"It's just- that I love my job. I love singing, painting, and playing games with my friends and I know that I would've never gotten to do any of that had I lived on Krypton. It was all about doing your part, and not much else. And there are still many many good things that I loved about Krypton and many problems I have with earth. But I still prefer to be here, and I feel awful about it. Like I failed everyone, I failed my purpose in life."

"You are Kara Zor-El Danvers. Your name tells a journey and your journey is not yet over. You are not a bad person for having emotions. You've been through a lot and you still came out on top. You are still so full of kindness, love, and hope. How can that be a failure? How can it be anything but the greatest thing in life? You are amazing Kara and I'm sure the rest of your journey would be just as amazing."

"Thank you." Kara whispered into her neck in a sob.

"How about we order another pizza and watch a movie instead?" Lena suggested, whispering quietly in her ear.

"Yeah," Kara smiled weakly. "That would be great."

[wyvchard]

Scales and Tracks

Agent Phoenix tracks down a certain violinist to leave a gift for her birthday.

Content Warnings: Spoilers for "Operation: First Class".

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Agent Phoenix walked, counting the time as they got out of the train station. They fought the shiver climbing up their spine as they stepped off the platform.

It had been a year since that infamous train ride. A year since they'd heard that voice. A year since the reality of the difficulties of walking away had been laid bare.

They still shiver when trains stop suddenly, forcing them to take a glance at the window. Their breaths hitch whenever they see a button near the station. Hands turn cold when they hear metal clanking when it has a source they're unable to find.

However, the impact of her relieved voice made it all the better. Her thanks made the mission feel all the better.

But, just like that day, they would never be able to see each other face to face.

They gripped the bag they're holding tighter, breath barely steadying as they came out into the busy streets.

Sirens and honks, smoke and fog, crowds and throngs-all greeted the agent as they made their way to another vehicle.

As they leaned back on their seat, their mind raced back to the dark haired beauty in the newspaper.

A small smile etched in their face as they made it to her residence, intel they'd gathered through so many favors under the table away from Zor's eyes.

They would never get her in trouble, not after everything they did. Not after they'd worked so hard to free her. Not after she'd broken free from this life.

They'd reached the door, placing the bag down and checking the box inside. They'd knocked, retreating into the shadows when they heard someone approaching the door.

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Anna looked down on the bag in front of her door, hesitant to let it inside. However, the feeling in her chest was reminiscent of the time a note from cabin transport was given to her after everything.

I'm glad you're safe. Take care, alright?

Despite its hasty creation, the maker put care into it, clearly trying to comfort her despite everything that has happened.

The same script, albeit tidier than last time, was on the bag, clearly addressed to her.

Her eyes softened with fondness, recalling that fateful day. It seemed that they remember her, even after they rose in that way of life.

Dear Anna,

I hope you're doing alright. Happy Birthday. As much as I want to see you face to face, I know it'll be in our best interests if we stay apart. But I got you a present. I'm not sure if you'll like it but... I tried. Have a great day.

With love, Agent Phoenix.

She carefully read the note and took it inside. The box only contained three items: a metronome, a tag from the train station for her violin case, and a small booklet.

The booklet contained scale sheets in the first pages, followed by simple practice songs.

But the middle?

A photo of them in her last concert before retiring with her in the background.

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Man, I love the fluff.

Happy Birthyday, Anna Ulanova!

Tag List:

@phoenix-and-found-family, @the-one-and-only-043, @ghostlystarwanderer, @jellyfishgummy

@stellar-collective, @pandagobrr, @blueorchid-95, @juniperfan17

[sonderlivra]

It's Bytham-versary!!

It is the first anniversary of the day I finished reading the novel that didn't quite start it all, but set fire to the kindling in my brain waiting to burn.

A year ago today I finished reading The Golden City and while I was already seeing the possibilities of the extent of Basim and Hytham's relationship, that book made me absolutely feral for them, to the extent that @zorthania and I had to come up with a ship name that didn't even exist and start writing for a ship tag that only had 8 fics in the 2+ years since the game had been fully released!!

Today the bytham tag has 73 works on AO3!!

I cannot believe the amount of love and effort and camaraderie that went into making this happen 🥹 I'm a silly little fool stuck in my little bubble of social inactivity but this fact never fails to take my breath away. I am so glad that this is a thing that has brought people together and form friendships 💕 And I am also glad that this ship has given me more content to enjoy and appreciate with Zor, one of the few people still within my self-imposed bubble 💕

I don't know what the future holds for these characters (frankly I am dreading what further appearances in the franchise will do to Basim's story - not so much Hytham, because I don't think we'll ever see him in future games, a blessing and a curse) but I am glad that these characters even came to be in the first place because I adore them :)

Here's hoping there will be many more wonderful things happening in the bytham tag, regardless! Thank you everyone who read and interacted with my stories despite my radio silence. I appreciate you all so much 💕

Happy Bytham-versary! 💕

[xlpoww]

I wish you would - ZORO'S VER. PART ONE

anonymous asked: i’m a sucker for a opla sanji or zoro x jealous reader 🏃‍♀️ just the months long pining, banter and flirting, assumptions, miscommunication, the heartbreak upon realizing that what they had was just in their head, THE COLD SHOULDER i love it. give me it all. anything. THERE ISNT ENOUGH. BUT WITH A HAPPY ENDING. thanks pookie ily 😣

this is a different format than y'all are used to, but i find some requests more fun/easier to write this way! so i hope y'all don't mind :)

anytime your ship would dock on an island, without fail you and zoro could be found in the bar that night

the whole crew knew there was something between you two, something no one could ever have assumed zoro was capable of.

the longing stares brought on by your inebriated lack of filter. you never normally giggled that much? did you. the ghosts of smiles that your jokes brought to zoro’s lips. if you blinked you would miss the way the corners of his mouth quirked up, only slightly.

your friends were getting fed up honestly. how long would you two hide being the masquerade of being best friends? not everyone could bring down zoro’s walls without a second thought. no one had ever made you smile as bright as the green haired swordman. kiss already, jeez.

“oye zor, i could totally take you!” there’s a drunken flush over your cheeks, and as you lean towards the man in question, your drink sloshes around in your glass. he turns to you with a quirk of his eyebrow, placing his drink down on the table. there’s a ghost of blush dusting across his face, his brown eyes swimming with emotions your intoxicated mind is unable to decipher. 

you swear there’s a twinkle in his eye as he speaks, “i don’t think you could handle me sweetheart.” the pet name lights a fire in your stomach, and paired with the raps in his voice? you can’t help the visible intake of breath. zoro’s eyes fall to your own lips, the air feels thick with want. as quickly as the moment begins, your pulled from it by the slam of a glass on the table. 

“jesus guys! get a room.” usopp's voice grabs your attention, snapping you back to the reality where zoro doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.

most nights would end with you getting sad and leaving off to your room to go sulk and sober up. you knew your place, it was zoro’s closest friend. nothing more nothing less.

so when the girls would flirt with him, (how could they not. he was gorgeous.) you would bite your tongue and kick back more beer. you had no claims to his heart, no valid reason for your heart to sting so much when girls drape themselves over him. the only comfort being he never returned their affections.

until one night, he does? a girl flirts with him and he flirts back. the interaction feels like a personal attack, a sword right through the middle of you. the pain in your heart was worse than any wound you’d acquired in battle. you weren’t sure if it would ever go away. 

you’re not even close enough to hear the interaction, (which was probably a good thing). zoro had walked off to sit at the bar alone while you’d stayed sitting at the table talking to nami. your eyes always followed him though, and the frown that falls onto your lips when a girl walks up to him is hard to miss.

“y/n?” nami follows your gaze to see a woman standing next to zoro, and he turns to look at her. his body language is nothing like anything she’d ever seen with anyone but you.

you’re left speechless, mouth open in shock. who was she? and why was she worthy of his gaze? why had he never looked at you like that. you feel a hand placed over yours, and turn to see nami looking at you. there’s a sadness in her eyes, a pity that took the knife in your heart and twisted it.

“what’s wrong mademoiselle?” sanji speaks up, looking at you with concern. you can’t meet his eyes, you know he means well of course. even so, the flirt was the last person you wanted pity from.

the rest of your drink is tossed back, the stinging feeling in your mouth nothing in comparison to the heavy weight on your shoulders. with an unhidden urgency, you left the table, your chair behind you making a loud noise as you make your quick exit. with a jealousy you didn't believe you had the right to possess, you stomp out of the bar. you didn't have the stomach to spare the sight another glance, but if you had, you would have seen zoro’s concerned eyes on you. 

you didn't leave your room that night, or the next morning. sanji had brought food to your door, it went untouched. nami had come to check on you, but you waved her off.

even when your beloved captain came, you opened the door with a smile and told him you were just tired. the look in his eyes meant you knew he wouldn't accept that excuse for too long. 

usopp came to bug you later in the afternoon, he would take the hint rather quickly. 

the one person you wished had come to check on you, was the reason you were curled up in bed with a hole where your heart should be. how funny was that.

when the man finally came to knock on your door, you just turned over in bed. zoro was left there to wonder in silence, what had happened to his girl?

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[made-this-cause-why-not]

Possibly controversial opinion but I love a good "lap dog/ willing to to anything for the other" ship. Like, it has me giggling and kicking my feet everytime. Like, wdym that Kara Zor-el, sworn protector of El who promises to never kill, lasers a guy cause Lena said so? Jordan Li beating up a random girl to cause a distraction just for their girlfriend of less than 12 hours? James Potter beating up Snape for his Lily flower? Like- ugh- it scratches the brain, PERFECTLY. And like- this isn't one sided, no no no. I mean, I love the toxicity of the one sided nature (remember twilight eclipse where victoria told riley to kill edward for her- yeah that did numbers for younger me. Like- love me a good "thank you so much for beating up that big bad meanie for me baby 🥺😚" ) but like, it's even better when the other fully reciprocates the gesture. Lena making a suit so that her girl of steel can fight with out ever being harmed again while also suing and black balling said person until they can't even keep a fast food job. Marie literally killing two people to keep her boyfriend/girlfriend/themfriend safe. Lily fucking up any and everybody that has something to say about her man.

Like, idk if this makes me a proshiper (wtf is that) but I love a good "fuck dying for this person, I would kill for them, be plead guilty for it, and then live out every day in prison dreaming about them cause I just love them so much". Especially when one has more power (physical, economic, or social) than the other- I eat it up every fucking time.