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cozage · 2 years ago

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OMG HIII I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG this is gonna be my first request ever (literally having a nervous breakdown) but I wanted to request a fem reader who is the bio daughter of whitebeard and comes back after 2 years of shinobi training to meet the new crew member Fire fist ace! and can you pls make it a short fic (I cannot fathom the words of how obsessed I am with this man IFDFJDKDGJK) (also can she have a DF that's associated with lava? pls and thank you *literally bowing*)

A/N: God this was so adorable to write. I'm so obsessed with this fun little story. Literally once I started writing I couldn't stop. thank u

Characters: female reader, Ace, Marco, Whitebeard & Crew

Cw: alcohol, drunk reader

Total word count: 2.3k

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The Daughter’s Return Chapter 1: The Promised Position

The vivre card in your hand continued to move forward, but you could see the familiar outline of the Moby Dick ahead of you, and you grinned at the sight of being so close to your family again. You had been training for two years, and you couldn’t wait to catch up with your friends and your father after being apart for so long.

Your small boat looked even tinier as the giant ship loomed closer to you, but you weren’t concerned. Blue flames shot into the sky from the blue ship, and you sent out a stream of lava into the air in return. It was your code to the first division commander and friend, proof that you were who they were expecting.

You saw a creature with blue flamed wings shoot into the sky, and you gathered up your things. You only had a small backpack and a few bags of food, so there wasn’t much to pack up. You said goodbye to your small raft, thanking it for its usefulness during your journey.

Marco landed on your boat, and you squealed in delight seeing your brother again. He wrapped you up in a hug and spun you around, laughing gleefully at your return.

“Pops is going to be thrilled to see you,” he said, sitting you down. He ruffled your hair affectionately, smiling at you. “Missed you, kid.��

“Missed you too, Marco,” you said, grinning at him. You picked up a bag, handing it off to him to carry back to the ship.

“You’ve grown!” he commented. “I can’t look down at you anymore.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “I’m stronger too.”

“You better be!” He laughed. “Pops didn’t smuggle you into Wano for you to come back the same!”

“Maybe he’ll finally make me commander now.” You stared up at the ship, thinking of the goal you’d been working towards since the beginning of your training.

“About that…” Marco trailed off, and you shot him a suspicious look.

“What?”

He sighed, deciding to prepare you. “Pop’s filled the second division commander seat, actually.”

“What?” you hissed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“With who?” you demanded. You refused to believe him. “I thought nobody wanted it.”

“It’s a new guy.”

“A new guy?” you scoffed. “You’re pulling my leg, Marco. It’s not funny.”

Marco looked nervous talking about it. “Let’s go see Pops, alright? He’ll explain.”

You scowled, and your stomach clenched in anticipation. “Yeah, let’s go. I have some words to say to him.”

Marco wrapped his arms around your torso and extended his phoenix wings. “I’m glad to see you’re still a hothead.” You could hear the teasing in your voice, but you weren’t in the mood for jokes anymore.

“Shinobi training can’t fix everything,” you grumbled. You could feel your skin getting warm, a sign you were letting your emotions get to you.

You heard a lot of low whispers and mumbling, but you paid the new recruits no mind as you stormed across Moby Dick. Your father wasn’t on the deck, so you continued on to the command room.

“DAD!” you screamed, and you could see some of the newer members slink away from you in fear. A part of you felt some pride to have such an impact, but you were too pissed to revel in it.

You slammed the command room door open to find your father speaking with another man you didn’t recognize, but you paid the guest no mind. You were too focused on settling the score of the second division commander seat.

Whitebeard smiled at you. “Y/N! You’re-”

“You bastard!” you shrieked. You pulled out a kunai, pointing it at your old man. “You promised!”

The unknown man threw a knife and knocked the kunai out of your hand, and you turned to glare at him. He was shirtless and was wearing an obnoxious orange hat, and he was returning your gaze with a look of equal irritation.

“Stay out of this, newbie,” you hissed at the man.

You reached into your pouch to grab another kunai, but he lunged at you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t know who you are,” the man said in a low, dangerous voice. “But you have no right attacking Pops the moment you get on our ship.”

“Stay out of my affairs,” you snarled.

You turned your wrist to lava rocks to burn his hand, but at first the man didn’t react. You frowned, turning up the heat to liquidize your arm into magma, and finally the man pulled away in pain. He looked down at his hand in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting to be burned. You couldn’t blame him. It’s not everyday someone’s skin turns into boiling liquid.

Whitebeard laughed loud and hearty, breaking the tension between you and the man, and you refocused your anger back to your father.

“Never a dull moment with you around, kid! It’s great to have you back,” he laughed, and your face flushed with anger.

“You promised me a commander position when I got back,” you yelled at him. “Who the hell did you give it to instead?”

Whitebeard laughed even harder. “That would be Ace.”

“Who the hell is Ace?” you hissed.

The shirtless man raised his hand. “Uh-”

“I said stay out of my affairs!” You could feel steam coming off your head. Sometimes that happened when you got too angry.

The man pointed at himself. “Me. I’m Ace.”

You could feel your insides turning hot, lava coursing through your veins.

“You’re joking,” you said. You glanced at your father, who was still smirking at the two of you. “He’s joking, right?”

You father raised his eyebrows, his gaze darting between the two of you, but he said nothing.

“Portgas D. Ace,” the man said, holding out a hand to you. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, facing your father.

“This guy?'' Your voice was full of skepticism.

“Hey!” Ace yelled from behind you. “Don’t underestimate me!”

“I could squash you like a bug,” you shot back, still refusing to look at him. “Dad-”

“The decision was made with good reason, my girl,” Whitebeard said. “You’ll be working alongside him closely in the second division.”

“No, I won’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his suggestion.

“Yes, you will.” You could hear the seriousness in your father’s voice, the warning of consequences thick in his tone.

You decided it was best to not outright defy him, and you switched your tactic from stubborness to logic.

“I’ve always been under Marco,” you reasoned.

“You’ll be better suited in the second division now.” You could feel Ace smirking behind you, and you resisted the urge to turn around and punch his teeth out.

“Let me get this straight,” you said, trying to keep a level voice. “You give my commander position away and then tell me I have to work under the guy who took it from me?”

Ace laughed. “The second division position has been open for-”

You flicked a volcanic rock back at him, and he yelped in pain.

“Marco is a fire user like me,” you worked to plead your case further. “And I know him. I would work better under him.”

“The first division is a medical division now,” your father explained. You could see you were testing his patience, but you didn’t care. “Your talents are better served on the offensive front, which Ace leads.”

“But-”

“Plus,” your father added, cutting you off. “Ace is a fire user as well.”

You felt warmth spring up behind you, but you refused to give Ace the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

“Dad-”

“I’m not wavering on this decision,” he said with finality.

You felt your father’s conqueror’s haki spread out over the ship, and you knew that you had lost the argument. You could hear Ace stumble slightly behind you, and you resisted the urge to argue even further over the man’s weakness. At this point it would only make your father angry, even if you were right.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, giving up. There’d be plenty of time to talk with him about the position and prove your worth. “Can we at least have a party?”

Whitebeard’s overwhelming presence disappeared and his jolly laugh returned in an instant, already forgetting your alls squabble. He stood up, wrapping you in a comforting embrace, leading you past Ace and out onto the deck.

“My daughter has returned home!” he shouted, and the crew cheered. “Prepare a feast!”

At least the party life on the Moby Dick hadn’t changed at all. You could still beat just about anyone in a drinking contest, and by halfway through the night, your mind was cloudy from the alcohol.

You took a step away from the party and the fun to get a moment alone with the stars. You took a drink of the ale in your tankard, staring up at the million lights in the sky and thinking about how different the constellations looked during your time in Wano. You were so close to that country and those people, yet so far.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” a male voice said behind you, startling you from your thoughts.

You glanced back to find Portgas D. Ace walking towards you, looking up at the night sky. He was attempting to be casual about the whole thing, as if he had randomly found you here, but you could tell that he had most likely searched you out on purpose.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. He wasn’t even worth giving the time of day. He hadn’t done anything to prove he was anything special yet.

But Ace obviously wasn’t willing to give up that easily, because he came and stood directly next to you. His eyes were still on the sky, just like yours were.

“I just feel like since we’re going to be working together, we should probably get to know each other a little better,” he said.

You thought of plenty of snarky responses, but said none of them. You knew the silent treatment would be the best way to shut him down. Portgas D. Ace was not your friend. You wanted nothing to do with him.

“Are you happy to be back on the ship?”

Still nothing came out of your mouth. You didn’t even look his way, you simply took another long drink. But you could see him starting to pout. It was only a matter of time before he gave up and returned to the party. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

“All the guys said you had a pretty smoking ability. But I dunno, I think my fire ability is pretty hot.”

You scoff at that. “I’m hotter,” you shot back.

Damn him. He could rile you up, and he knew exactly how to. You could see him smirk in the corner of your eye, and you cursed yourself for being so easy to manipulate.

“That’s what they all said too,” he said quietly, a smile still lingering on his face.

You turned to look at him, your face full of frustration. “What do you want?”

He seemed surprised by your question. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you speaking to me?” you demanded. “What do you want?”

“Wh-No-I just-” Ace stammered, trying to find his words.

You stared at him, your scowl deepening every time he started his sentence over.

“You’re Whitebeard’s daughter, aren’t you?” he finally asked.

“Yeah. And?”

“I’ve just heard a lot about you,” he said.

“And?”

“I dunno,” he said. “You intrigued me.”

You scowled at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I dunno!” He let out an exasperated sigh, turning his gaze to the stars. “You were just this larger than life story people always told since I got on this ship. Everyone always had something to say about you. I guess I just wanted to know how much of it was true.”

“All of it is true,” you said.

Ace let out a laugh, and then clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself. “I really hope not.”

Your eye twitched, and you could feel your skin starting to tingle. “If people are lying about me, they’ll pay for it.”

“Marco talked about you like you were this sweet little kid.”

“Marco’s delusional.”

Ace laughed again, and this time he didn’t stop himself. You found yourself smiling along with him.

“He definitely sees the best in people,” Ace said.

You shot him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You could see Ace tense. “Oh, nothing! I-”

You let out joyous rings of laughter now, and you see Ace give a strained smile, mostly unsure of how to react to your sudden friendliness.

“You’re funny, Portgas D. Ace.” You go to take another sip of alcohol, just to find your cup empty. You frowned at it, and turned to go find more booze.

“I’ll get it,” Ace offered, holding out his hand to take your cup. “I’m empty too.”

You nod, handing it off to him. The party was so loud anyway. You preferred the quiet atmosphere this late in the night. He strode away, and you watched him go, your father’s emblem displayed proudly on his back. He still wasn’t anything special, but at least he wasn’t scared of you like half of the crew.

You hadn’t realized how much alcohol you had drank throughout the night until you were alone, and suddenly the world was spinning. You laid down on the deck to get your bearings, and then found yourself stuck there.

When Ace came back, he found you sprawled out, staring upwards.

“You okay?” he asked. He bent down to look at you, his face obscuring part of the sky.

You giggled. “Your freckles look like stars.”

“You’re drunk.”

“No you’re drunk.”

He chuckled. “Your insults get worse as the night goes on.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and then patted the deck next to you. “Come lay down.”

He obliged, his head resting next to yours. “What are we looking for?” he questioned.

“Shhhh!” you hissed, pressing a finger to his mouth. “You’ll scare them away.”

You felt his lips turn upward against your finger, but he was quieter when he spoke.

“What are we looking for?” he whispered.

“Shooting stars!” you whispered back.

“Oh,” Ace whispered. “Of course.”

“Tell me when you find one,” you said quietly. “I’m going to rest my eyes for a minute.”

You’re not sure if he ever found one. You were asleep before he responded.

#im a sucker for stargazing SUE. ME!!!!#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #ace x y/n #cozage #the daughters return #✧˚ace✧˚

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bimb0fy · 1 year ago

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a siren's call; monkey d luffy

parings: siren!reader x luffy

warnings: canabalism mentions, sexual themes, slight nudity (its only for a split second).

summary: luffy never expected to meet a siren in person, they always said they were ruthless, dangerous creatures. Creatures who lacked emotion and tricked men with their fake beauty. The beauty that yet blinded him.

word count: 1.2K

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

— Luffy sat on the going merry's statue. He watched the ocean pass by as he smiled. He had everything he wanted. A loving crew, a ship, adventure on every step of the way to finding the one peice.

"Luffy! You might wanna see this!" Ussop called out as Luffy scrunched his face in confusion as he walked towards his crew, they were heading towards fog, yet, they were moving backwards?

"What the?" Luffy whispered before falling down as the ship crashed onto an island, he quickly got up as Zoro quickly jumped down to examine the harm that had happened to the ship, the following crew quickly following as well. He took off his hat as he saw the water penetrating the ship.

"It's broken, but fixable, don't worry." Zoro placed his hand on the boys shoulder who stared at the ship in pure sadness. "But now, we need to find shelter on this island, we can't risk adding weight to the ship.

"Seriously? Cooking over an open flame bow, what are we, animals?" Sanji complained as Nami rolled her eyes. Luffy wore his hat once more, Nami sat down on the floor, reading the maps.

"Guys, we aren't on the map." Nami said as the crew looked at her in pure confusion.

"What do you mean by, not on the map?" Luffy asked the girl who showed him the map that seemed like doodles to him. She stood up, pointing towards were they were supposed to be. "What sucked us in though?"

"There are tails, about a place at the ends of the east blue, siren Island." Zoro answered as he placed his leg on the rock, he leaned onto it, examining the woods inside. "They often control the waves or lure pirates by their 'angelic' voices. They lure pirates in and eat them alive, to keep them away from their land, the land that we just happened to land on."

Luffy turned around as he heard a voice. He started walking towards the voice as Nami held the boy back. He turned back to the girl, the voice instantly stopping.

"What did I just say." Zoro scoffed as he looked at the boy who smiled, he shrugged before walking back to the direction of the voice only for Sanji to stand in front of the boy.

"You hear angelic sounds and run the other direction mate, how are we not affected by this?" Sanji asked the boy who shrugged.

"I suppose it's based in preference, maybe the voice is appealing to him but not to us." Zoro shrugged. They heard noises coming from the shore, Turing around to find a girl in the water, waiting for her first victim.

She's so pretty. Luffy thought as he walked towards her, escaping Nami's grasp as he approached the girl. "Hi there! Where you the one singing?" Luffy asked the girl who nodded, she stood up, her seaweed makeshift top clung onto her, as her tail moved gracefully on the shore. The wind blew her hair away, her top occasionally flying away with it. "Well, it's really great! You know, we could use a singer on our crew!"

"Is her serious?" Nami asked the other who shrugged, Sanji walked up to Luffy, only for the girl to sneer at the boy as she grabbed Luffy, pushing him into the water.

"Luffy!" Nami yelled as Zoro reached for his swords, only for Ussop to stop him. She sneered her fangs at the boy who stood still. He raised his hands up, his eyes widening at the loss of his powers.

"We're not gonna hurt you. We'll leave, we just need help fixing our ship." Luffy said as he pointed towards his ship. The siren turned around to find the going merry. She turned back to the boy, looking deep into his innocent eyes. She let go of the boy, swimming back into the ocean. Sanji and Nami quickly helped Luffy up as Zoro made sure the siren who attacked their captain was gone.

"Are you okay?" Zoro asked the boy who nodded. "What the hell did you say to her."

"I just said we wouldn't hurt her." Luffy shrugged, soon afterwards they heard footsteps behind them, ussop and Zoro quickly turning around to find the siren from before, just in human form. She raised her hands up, smiling at the crew.

"Sorry for that, we sirens don't know who to trust and not too, constantly being hunted by pirates and all. I was just protecting my people, my sincerest apologies." She smiled at the crew, Luffy took off his hat as he stared at the girl. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, I'm just fine." Luffy smiled at the girl who nodded. She turned back to carry a few wooden planks, throwing them onto the sand.

"To help rebuild your ship, take care." The siren nodded before walking away, Luffy quickly ran after her, grabbing her hand. She turned back to look at the boy. "Yes?"

"I still want you to join our crew." Luffy told the girl who sighed. She turned back, her graceful aura overcame Luffy's actions, he didn't know if it was because she was a siren, or if she had truly stolen his heart.

"A siren, joining pirates? Why would I do that?" The siren asked the boy who smiled.

"We're a different kind of pirates. We need a singer." Luffy smiled at the girl who shook her head. "You won't hurt me, or any of us."

"Sirens need human flesh to quench their thirst every month, what if I accidently kill you, or your crew?" The siren added as the boy turned back to his crewmates. He turned back to the siren, smiling at her.

"Then we'll find a substitute, or we'll let you leave and come back a day later, whatever you need." Luffy told the girl who turned to face the going merry. She always wanted to be a pirate ironically, now she had the chance, why not take it?

"Okay." She nodded. Luffy jumped in happiness as he dragged the girl back to his crew.

"Okay guys! This is uh," he turned over to the girl who smiled.

"Y/n." She answered as Luffy nodded, Turing back to his crew.

"Y/n, she's apart of our crew now!" Luffy smiled as Zoro's face quickly changed.

"What! She just tried to kill you?" Nami yelled as the siren put her head down.

"She was just protecting her family, like you guys protecting me." Luffy defended the girl, causing her to smile. The crew looked over at eachother.

"Is she gonna eat us?" Ussop asked the boy who scoffed. Y/n crossed her arms as she frowned. She knew it was hard for humanity to accept siren, yet no one had ever bathmouthed her straight to her face.

"Guys seriously? I'm captain and I say she stays." Luffy scoffed at his crewmates who sighed. He was right, he had full authority, more then anyone else.

"Aye eye captian, I must say, she is a rather pretty lady." Sanji joked as he winked at the siren who rolled her eyes.

"I will eat your face off if you talk to me that way again." She threatened the boy who frowned as Zoro laughed at the boy.

"I'll grab a few sirens to help rebuild your ship, I'll be back." The siren smiled at the boy who held onto her.

"Wait." He said, handing you his hat, placing it on the girls head. "Now you have to come back."

"I will." The siren smiled at the boy who nodded, she walked to the shore swimming off as he smiled at the ocean.

"What a lady huh!"

"She still tried to kill you."

#one piece live action #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #opla luffy #one piece live action luffy #x reader #x female reader #x siren reader

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theredrenard · 2 months ago

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(Long post ahead! Keep reading under the cut!)

‼️Warning for homophobia, toxic masculinity, mild alcohol abuse (mentioned like twice), and a single use of the F slur.

You’re 6 years old. You fall down the front steps and chip a tooth on the sidewalk below. Your mother holds you and dries your tears. Suck it up, your father says. Real men don’t cry.

You’re 8 years old. You fall off your bike and scrape your knee. You don’t cry, but it’s a near thing. Your mother patches you up while you sniffle pitifully. Tears make you weak, Thomas, your father says.

You’re 10 years old, and your mother has cancer. Your father is at work. You curl into your mother’s side in that uncomfortable hospital bed, and you cry and cry and cry.

You’re 12 years old at your mother’s funeral. You don’t cry. You can’t. She’s not here to hold you anymore, and your father would be so, so disappointed. She was always too soft on you, Tom, your father says as they lower her casket into the damp earth.

You’re 15 years old, and your father is a flurry of drunken rage because he found out you kissed another boy under the bleachers. You hide in your room, nursing a freshly-bruised black eye and fighting back tears. No son of mine is gonna be a fucking faggot, your father says.

You’re 17 years old when you forge your father’s signature, running away to join the army and never looking back. You don’t even want to be in the army, you just want to get away from him.

You’re 20 years old when you nearly get caught staring at another recruit. You shake it off and remind yourself that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is still in effect. They can never know. If they know, it’ll ruin your life.

You’re 22 years old when your chopper goes down in a whirl of flames. You fight tooth and nail to get free of the wreckage, dragging yourself hand over hand through the sand, bleeding profusely from a nasty gash in your side as bullets whiz by overhead. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You’re lucky you’re still breathing. You get honorably discharged and sent home. In the back of your mind, you hear your father. Weak, he says. You have no right to cry when half your crew is dead.

You’re 24 when you join the 118. You meet Captain Gerrard, and he reminds you eerily of your father. You can’t show any weakness. If you do, it’ll ruin your life.

You’re 26 years old when you meet Hen Wilson and she begs you to see her, to respect her and her place within the 118. You wish you could be like her. Out and proud, taking up space. You can’t. It’ll ruin your life.

You’re 29 years old when you decide you’re ready for the sky once more. The 118 is better under Captain Nash than it was before, but this place never felt like home. You’re not sure if anywhere really has.

You’re 35 years old working at Harbor Station when you get a call from an old friend. He needs your help, something about an air tanker and a block on fire? You owe him for saving your sorry ass, so you figure, why not? You’re not doing anything else with your life.

You’re 39 years old when you get another call from that same old friend. This time, he talks about a cruise ship and a hurricane. You had no idea this call would change your life.

You’re 39 years old when you meet Evan Buckley. Buck, the others call him, but not you. Never you. He’s Evan to you, and he’s everything. That thought scares you. This man, you worry, could completely upend your life. For better or worse, you don’t know yet.

You’re 39 years old when you kiss Evan Buckley and change his life. You realize you’re his first relationship with a man, and you pray that he realizes he can do better before you fall too far and things come crashing down.

You’re 39 years old when Evan gets that excited sparkle in his eyes, sitting across from you in his loft’s kitchen after six months of dating. Move in, he says. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a seed of panic blooms. You’ve heard this story before, and you remember how it ends. You’re his first, you can’t be his last.

You’re 39 years old when you walk away from the single greatest thing, greatest person, to have ever happened to you. You broke his heart and shattered your own in the process.

You go home. You ignore the texts from Hen, from Howie, from Eddie. You drink yourself sick, and you cry harder than you ever have before.

What’s a few tears matter now? You’ve already ruined your life.

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tripleglitchwriting · 8 months ago

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Kinesthesis (Part 1)

Set in the same universe as Ignition and Combustion!

Part 2

I am working if requests I promise I just wanted to write something else along with them.

Synopsis: As the Arc crashes down to Earth, Jazz and Prowl are left without escape pods. Stranded on an unknown planet and gravely injured, the two seem lost… if it weren’t for a curious mechanic going to see what all the smoke coming from the sky was.

Warnings: Robogore I guess? Not too descriptive yet.

When the ship was hit, Jazz and Prowl were already on deck and preparing a counterattack. They’d tried everything to cloak the ship from the Decepticons, but unfortunately they failed. One good shot to the Arcs main thrusters and it was starting to look like game over. Luckily that desperate shot gave Prowl a great opportunity to strike back. He landed a near perfect hit on the Nemesis before Optimus ordered a retreat.

Most of the crew were heading toward the escape pods per protocol, which was just fine by Prowl, but the damage to the Arc was severe. Severe enough that without somebody staying behind to keep it flying for a little longer, nobody would make it out with their sparks intact. Now, Prowl was never one to go against orders, especially not from Optimus, but there were little other options he had. As third in command it was his obligation to do everything in his power to save the lives of his crew.

Jazz knew that too. He just wasn’t a hardass.

“Heya Prowler, got cherself in a tangle here, eh?”

“This is not the time for jokes!” He snapped.

“Hey, hey, no joking here. I know what you’re tryin’ to do. And I’m gonna help ya.”

“No, I can keep the Arc up for long enough-”

“Cool it hothead, I’m second in command, remember? You take orders for me. And I say I’m helpin’”

“What about Optim-“

“He’s helpin’ the rest escape. I’m sure he plans to do this himself if we don’t take the wheel.” The ship trembled around them. “I’ll take the thrusters, you protect the pods.”

Prowl mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Please stop cutting me off.” With that the Arc began its final decent. From the windows Prowl watched as escape pods flew out of the ship one by one. He did everything he could to prevent his friends from being turned into scrap midair. In seconds the number of pods still in danger trickled out. Warning signs flashed on every screen in the room, but neither paid much mind. As long as their cause continued, dying here wasn’t so bad, right?

Fate had other plans, though.

As the thrusters finally lost power and the ship began to rapidly descend to the planet below, Prowl and Jazz watched as each system went down one by one. Life support: offline, shields: offline, warp core: offline, escape pods… offline. They could only hope the rest made it out okay.

The fact a stray shot from what they assumed to be the Nemesis was hurtling towards them wasn’t really ideal. Neither bot had the time to react before the entire room was engulfed in flame. The windows shattered from the force, sending everything inside out into the atmosphere, including Prowl and Jazz.

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The Arc was gone. Gone as in nobody knew where it was at least, which might as well be nowhere at all considering this planet was entirely alien. Actually, where was this planet? Where were they? Wait… who’s they? What’s a planet…? Wait, no, wait- what?

Jazz was running dangerously low on energon. And his left arm, apparently. That was definitely gone. His optics were offline for the time being, as were most of his senses. Luckily that included pain! Unluckily, he could be literally anywhere right now. And so could the rest of the crew…. and Prowl.

Prowl landed hard upon a canopy of trees that immediately gave under his weight. He couldn’t hear much outside of the ringing in his audials. Maybe that was lucky, maybe he wasn’t actually falling through trees on a faraway planet. Maybe he was getting chewed out by Jazz for being stupid, or tuning out Swerve for being Swerve.

…Deep down he knew that was wrong. He should be dead. Maybe he was. Maybe death was better than whatever going on now.

No. No, that was the cowards way out. Get up, Prowl, open your optics. One step at a time. You’re a soldier, you’re a commander. This is no time to be sitting around and- HACK — his body lurched as he spit up energon.

Alright, ok, slower then.

He could feel his entire frame creak. Slowly his optics sparked to life. The world was dim and glitchy. Objects around him moved in ways nothing should ever move. He wished Ratchet were there. He wished anyone were there. Wasn’t there somebody else that was supposed to be there?

“Prowler?” A weak but familiar voice sounded from somewhere far, far away. Or was it very close? It was hard to tell. “P- Prowler, my optics- are you there?”

“Jazz…” He replied almost unconsciously. “A- a- affirmative.” Most of his professor was screaming system failure, warning him of what he already suspected. He couldn’t see Jazz, not in his immediate line of sight, but knowing he was there was comforting. Knowing he was there for the end.

“W- we need h- help, com’on, we n- nee-”

“It’s o- okay. I- it’ll be okay, J- Jazz.” It wasn’t often Prowl was willing to talk so openly to others. Not about how he really felt at the moment. But who was around to witness this anyway? Who would be there to see his vulnerability? Rules, regulations, laws, sanctions, they didn’t matter anymore. His job was done now, right? He’d done well?

“B- big talk for a b- bot that soun’s l- like a g- g- glitch ‘ouse.”

“Haha. F- funny.”

“We must b- be in b- b- big trouble if t- the mighty Prowl is l- laughin’.”

Warning: System failure imminent

“W- we m- must be j- just f- fine if you c- can still crack j- jokes.”

Stasis mode will activate in 5…

“G- got me t- there, P- Prowl- ler.”

4…

“…W- who gave you p’mission to c- call me Pr- Prowler…”

3…

“A- ah, there’s t- the tightass I kn- know.”

2…

“Y- you’re r- really g- going to go out like t- th- this, J- Jazz?”

1…

“N- no b- better way, Prowl- Prowl- Prowler.”

Initiating stasis…

“Goodnight.”

“G- Goodnight…”

Procedure successful.

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Camping. Frankly, you hated it. It sucked! It all sucked. You’d much rather be back in the garage working on whatever project you had going on at the time. Cars were your specialty, though you chose to believe you could fix anything if enough effort was put into it. Unfortunately, out here in the middle of NOWHERE, you were out of luck when it came to machinery.

It was still bright out when you went to set up your tent. A beautiful, clear sky. You picked some random clearing near a small stream to lay your things down. While camping wasn’t your strong suit, building definitely was. That’s why you were even doing this in the first place- “no better teacher than experience”, your mother told you. You didn’t see what kind of mechanical experience you’d gain from this bullshit, but you also knew better than to question her.

Whether you wanted to be here or not, time still kept marching forward, and you wanted to save every bit of daylight you could before the forest got too dark to traverse. It took about an hour to get your campsite set up enough to be livable. You were expected to do much before time was up, but you had a couple days to complete that. Ugh, days. You had to spend days out here.

The sky darkened a little earlier than you expected. Sunset was in an hour, yet the perfect blue you’d been enjoying before was slowly being dimmed. When you looked up you saw black clouds. The kind that roll over the sky when a thunderstorm happens. The forecast didn’t call for rain, and even if it did it’s not like you weren’t prepared, but those were definitely no good omen.

A strange, low droning noise became more apparent the darker the sky got. You were trying to ignore it before, maybe the forest just made that sound sometimes. But no, when you looked up, you could make out something else strange.

Those clouds were coming from… nowhere, it seemed. Like two very very very tiny planes were producing enough smoke to cover the sun like a volcano.

Then it got weirder.

Strange little black things begun to jet out from thin air. They went in all different directions, some producing smoke themselves. You finally came to your senses when something up there definitely exploded. Whatever the hell was happening in the sky was not normal and you were not going to be in a random forest when the apocalypse or whatever came. More sounds crashed above, each getting louder by the second. While most of the black things were headed far from your location, you didn’t want to be there when one landed.

The campsite was left abandoned. Your legs felt like someone put them through a taffy puller. Your brain was so focused on getting back to civilization you didn’t notice the glaring issue right above your head.

Well, it was less glaring and more hurtling. Hurtling towards you. From the sky.

Needless to say, you were not very happy when the ground shook and a shockwave of dirt and ash blew past you. You were surprised there wasn’t a crater or a forest fire or something. No, instead there was… well you were too far to see, but it was strange. White metal, maybe.

A terrifying thought passed through your panic stricken head. Somebody could be over there. Maybe it was a plane crash, maybe people were dying, or- or worse! Whatever you were witnessing wasn’t normal, obviously, but hell if you were going to sit on your ass while (assumed) people were in danger.

You just hoped that instinct was right, because most of your other senses told you to hightail it out of there. Suddenly, camping didn’t sound too bad.

#transformers g/t #transformers #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #gn human reader #transformers prowl #transformers jazz #prowljazz #jazzprowl #this wasn’t originally a ship thing but it could be read that way #gn reader #human reader #transformers au

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hello there... I'm super late to the party as I just binge watched Arcane like two days ago and I am FERAL for sevika, I have a problem honestly...anyways firefighter!sevika and nurse!reader or doctor!reader has been floating around my brain, like imagine how nervous you get when she gets called to a massive fire and how worked up she gets when you have to attend a really bad trauma scenario (something greys anatomy worthy) omggg the overprotective vibes are killing me

welcome to the sevika sphere!! i'm gonna change reader to an EMT because i know a bit more about that than i do nursing or doctoring, hope that's okay! also... this is not accurate at all to how any of these kinds of operations or protocols go but whatever

men and minors dni

you work on different sides of town so while you're always interacting with firefighters on calls, you don't meet sevika for a while.

but when a factory fire breaks out on sevika's side of town, all available units in the city are called over to help.

you meet her there, and it's like a movie scene.

she jogs out of the flames, a man slung over her shoulder, dramatically pulling her helmet off and shaking her hair out of her face. for a second, time slows down. then she's dropping the man on the gurney in front of you for you to start administering oxygen, and everything speeds back up again.

the two of you don't talk until the fire's out and all the injured have been shipped off to the hospital. the fire chief is chatting with the factory manager, your boss is talking through the radio to dispatch.

"haven't seen you around before." a voice speaks up beside where you're loading up the truck. you look up at sevika, free from her protective gear, in a form fitting t shirt and cargo pants, grime on her face. you smile.

"i work on the other side of town." you say, cracking open a water bottle and taking a sip.

"that's a shame. was hopin' i'd see you around more often." she says with a pout. you choke.

sevika gets your number after you stop sputtering.

you two click instantly. she takes you out for a casual coffee that weekend, but you talk for so long that coffee becomes dinner which becomes a hookup at sevika's place.

gossip travels fast, but it travels even faster among first responders, and you come into work on monday to cat calls and congratulations on your new 'figherfighter girlfriend'

when you ask sevika if she had used those specific words with her friends, she just shrugged and asked if that was okay.

since then the two of you have been inseparable.

it's usually you who wakes up in the middle of the night scared out of your mind that one day sevika just won't come home from work.

sevika's had several close calls and one near death miss since the two of you got together. (the near death miss inspired sevika to propose to you. she woke up from her coma asking for you and the second you arrived, she choked out the words, 'marry me?' you guys eloped the same week she was discharged from the hospital)

sometimes sevika will come home from work and you'll be so relieved to see her you burst into tears.

you often tune into the dispatch radio on your off days, listening for her engine number and their status. sometimes, if you're lucky, you can even hear her voice.

so usually, you're the worried spouse.

tonight it's different.

tonight you get called to an active hostage situation, on standby to treat the hostages when they are released, whether it be peacefully or with police fire. you hope it will be peaceful. gunshot wounds are a lot of work, and you've had a long shift already.

you don't have to worry about that for long, though, because when your truck pulls up as first on the scene, the three cop cars that arrived moments before you are riddled with bullets, all of the officers incapacitated inside.

lacy, your boss and driver, curses as she pulls up on the scene. Beside her in the passenger seat, toya is rambling codes into the radio, alerting dispatch of the scene you've driven up on. "i count five officers down." toya says.

a clear calm settles over you, the same calm that always guides you in these moments. your mind focuses on protocol, emotion secondary to your eyes flickering over the scene. "six." you say to toya. "six down. two dead, four severely injured. passenger and driver in five have abdomen wounds." you say, pointing to squad car five ahead of you. you move your finger to the left. "twenty two's driver is dead, shot in the head, but his passenger is alive. i can see her moving. can't make out any injuries." you point to the final car. "driver is alive in seventeen, but unconscious. his passenger's dead."

you move as you speak, grabbing your kit and tossing toya hers. you can't leave the vehicle until more police arrive, but the adrenaline is building in your body, your hands shaking and feet tingling, ready to hit the ground running.

somewhere down the street, sirens begin wailing. you and toya sigh in relief, only to scream when a gunshot rings out and the windsheild shatters.

another shot rings out, the back door lock of the ambulance pulverized by a bullet, and the doors swing open as you, lacy, and toya turn to face your attacker.

"out of the truck now!" the masked man screams. you gulp, following his directions with your hands in the air. the three of you jump out of the truck. "you!" the man points his gun at you. you freeze. "you want your friends to live?" he asks. you nod. he points toward the bank he'd just ran out from. "come on." he says, putting his hand on your shoulder and walking you toward the bank, keeping his gun aimed at lacy and toya.

you follow him. shock is the only thing keeping you calm. just as the door slams behind you, three squad cars come peeling up the street, arriving at the scene. you let out a breath of relief that lacy and toya are safe now.

"i got one!" the man behind you shouts into the bank, leading you to the back of the building and into a conference room. inside, you count twelve hostages, and three more gunman. one is on the floor, clutching his side, bleeding through his fingers. "i got one, boss." your captor says as he shoves you forward. you blink, gulp, then launch into action.

"i need space." you choke out as you crouch beside the bleeding man. you help him lay horizontially, slinging your bag off your shoulder. "i need an assistant." you say looking up at your captor. he nods. "do you want it to be one of your guys or one of the hostages?" you ask, trying to keep your voice level and calm. you focus on pulling on a clean pair of gloves. you don't think beyond that.

"one of my guys."

"are they gonna be able to keep their temper in check if i tell 'em what to do or are they gonna shoot me? 'cause if you shoot me your boss is shit out of luck." the man hovering above you considers this, then nods to the group of hostages on the ground. you address them.

"do any of you know any basic first aid?" an old man raises a shaky hand. you nod him over. "what's your name?" you ask him as he crawls over to you.

"j-j-j-jerry." he stutters out.

"okay jerry, put these gloves on." you hand him a pair of gloves. "and take a minute to take some deep breaths. you're okay. i need you focused--not shaky." you say. the man nods, pulling his gloves on and taking deep, meditative breath. you begin slicing open the man's shirt.

he's been shot through the stomach and from what you can make out, the bullet is still lodged inside. he's bleeding steadily, but not profusely enough for an artery wound, which is good.

"jerry, you're my hand-it guy, okay? when i need something, i'm gonna tell you what it looks like and where you can find it in my bag, and you're gonna hand it to me. got it?" you ask. he nods. you nod back at him. "good. main pocket in a white paper package there's some gauze. get that." you say to jerry. then you look down at the man beneath you.

"hello sir, me and my friend jerry here are going to be helping you out tonight. what's your name?" you ask the groaning man.

"i'm not giving you my name, you pig." he grunts out. you sigh. jerry presses the gauze in your hands.

"i'm not a cop." you grunt out as you begin sopping up blood from the man's stomach. he flips you off. "whatever. how long has it been since he was shot?" you ask the man standing behind you, still pointing a gun at your head. he falters.

"five minutes, maybe? since those cops got here." he says. you nod.

"alright. well, you got two options. if you think you guys are gonna be outta here soon, i recommend option one, which is me stuffing his wound and applying pressure. he'll bleed out eventually, but not if we get him to a hospital in time, which me and my friends can do with our ambulance." the man grunts at you to continue. you nod.

"option two is I take the bullet out and cauterize the wound. it's gonna hurt worse than getting shot, there's a chance he'll die of shock, but if we do it right we can buy him an hour or two." you say. the man above you curses. his masked friends anxiously titter. a phone on the wall rings.

"fuck!" he shouts, storming over to answer the phone.

"you need to give me an answer!" you call after him. "gauze." you say to jerry.

"give me a second!" he shouts. he answers the phone. "hello." he says. on the other line, a negotiator speaks. you soak up more blood with gauze.

"i need an answer!" you shout at the man.

"shut the fuck up!" he shouts at you. he heaves a breath, then speaks into the receiver. "unless you can promise us a getaway van and immunity, we're not fuckin leavin'!"

fuck. he's going rogue. the police are gonna come barging in, guns-a-blazing, and these stupid fuckers are dumb enough to try killing hostages. for a second, you break, an image of sevika waiting at home for you flashing through your mind. she's making her chili and corn bread tonight. what if you don't get to taste it?

"miss?" jerry asks, gently nudging your shoulder. you snap back to reality, taking the gauze from his hands and pressing it against the steadily bleeding wound. the man below you is delirious, fading in and out of consciousness as he loses more and more blood.

"fuckin' stitch him up. we're not leaving." your original captor says to you.

it takes four more captives to hold him down as you cauterize the wound. you do it with a thin metal rod and a blowtorch-- provided to you by your captors from their lock breaking kit. as the rod heats up, you sanatize the wound.

"the tiny in the inner pocket, the long pliers." you demand. jerry finds them in a flash, handing them over to you. "hold him down." you say to the four hostages.

when you fish the bullet out, he wakes up, groaning in pain.

"stop-- stooooop! please stooop!" he screams. a hostage still sitting against the wall vomits. you continue digging.

"sir focus on your breathing, we're doing this to keep you alive." you speak down at him calmly. he spits at you. you break a second time, anger and fear overpowering you for a flash as you dig your instrument against the tender torn flesh of his side. he passes out again. serves him right.

with the man unconscious, the process is much smoother. you pull the bullet out in one piece, tossing it beside you on the floor. the rod is red hot when you press it into his wound, a sizzling filling the air as his skin bubbles and burns. jerry leans over to throw up at the smell.

you've never done this before-- and this certainly isn't the proper way to do it. but with a gun to the back of your head you do the best you can guess with your preliminary medical knowledge and available resources.

it's a success... in the sense that the man is still breathing. the wound isn't bleeding nearly as profusely, but it's still sluggishly spurting from time to time. his chest is sweaty and pale. the hostages who were helping you are traumatized and shaking.

the phone rings again.

"you done?" your original captor--the new boss with the old one unconscious--asks you. you nod. he answers the phone.

"hello?" he asks. you can make out the muffled voice of the negotiator on the other line. a gunman moves you and your five hostage assistants to sit against the wall.

with nothing to do but sit, your focused haze begins to fade. you become aware of your body, no longer on autopilot. your mind starts thinking again, thoughts about what's going on outside, toya and lacy and if they're okay, and then sevika.

you choke. oh fuck, no, don't think of sev. don't think of sev or else you're gonna start crying. god is this what she feels like, trapped inside a burning building? this hopeless sense of dread? this debilitating desire to see your wife one more time?

jerry nudges you. "you good?" he whispers. you gasp, reaching out to grab his hand.

"i have a wife." you say to him. he squeezes your hand.

"she'll be happy to see you when this is all over." he says. you nod.

"how about you?"

"three kids. they're old enough to take care of themselves... hell, one of them's expecting their own baby in december," he says, laughing. "but i'm still not ready to leave 'em." he says.

"do i need to shoot a hostage!? what do you people not understand about FULL IMMUNITY?" the masked man on the phone screams. a woman beside you faints. "matter of fact-- i got one of your own in here? ain't that right officer?" the man asks, looking at you. you blink.

"i'm not a co--"

"you want another cop dead? i know i got at least two of 'em out front! you wanna make it three?" he asks. silence follows as the negotiator speaks. your heart is in your ass.

"listen. my wife's name is sevika. if this goes bad, you need to tell her i love her. you need to-- you need to tell her i'm never gonna leave her side. tell her i'll always love her and--"

"you're not gonna die, miss." jerry cuts you off.

"but if i do!" you say, pleading with the man beside you. "if i do you have to tell her--"

"i will." jerry says, nodding. "i will." he promises.

"they wanna talk to you." the masked man rasps out, looking at you. you blink.

"i'm not a cop." you say. he rolls his eyes.

"tell it to them." he says, gesturing you over to the landline. you stumble to your feet, shakily approaching him. his finger is on the trigger of his gun at his side, ready to shoot at a moment's notice. you look to jerry. he crosses his heart. you take the phone.

"hello?" you shakily speak into the receiver.

"is this lacy's missing crewmate?" a voice asks over the line. you take a shaky breath.

"yeah." you say.

"what's the situation inside?"

"twelve hostages, thirteen including me. one man down, gunshot to his chest. i patched him up best i could."

"he's one of the captors?"

"yes."

"and how many are there?"

"four." you say.

it's silent for a moment, the negotiator likely speaking to someone else. you can hear the faint chatter on the other side of the line, police barking instructions, sirens sounding, reporters demanding questions. "are any hostages hurt?" the voice asks suddenly.

"no. one just passed out, but i think it's just shock." you say. silence again. you take a breath, trying to focus on staying calm. over the line you hear people scream and tires screeching. there's a faint commotion, then, a distant voice.

where the fuck is she? where the fuck is she!? get off of me-- where is she??

you'd recognize that voice anywhere. it's sevika.

you burst into tears.

"are you alright ma'am?" the negotiator asks. when their voice quiets, you can make out various curses and threats sevika throws out as people try to subdue her. you choke. the masked man beside you scoffs, then turns to speak to his partners.

"can you put her on the phone?" you whisper, your voice wobbly.

"what?" the negotiator and gunman ask at the same time. you wave the gunman off, pointing at the receiver. when he turns around, you turn around too.

"that woman causing a scene-- that's my wife. sevika. can you put her on the phone? please?" you beg, your whispered voice shaking. it's silent on the other line. "please!" you squeak.

silence.

then... "b-baby?" a shaky voice comes through. you gasp.

"sev." you whimper.

"baby, oh my god." she cries into the phone. "oh my god, are you okay?" she sobs. you shake, your hand coming out to catch yourself on the wall beside you.

"i love you." you whisper. "i love you and i'll never stop loving you, honey, even when i'm gone." you whisper. sevika gasps on the other line.

"don't say that!" she shouts.

"they-- they're talkin' about killing a hostage. they think i'm a cop. i don't think i'm gonna--"

"shut the fuck up!" sevika growls. you stop your hushed rambling. "you're gonna be fine, baby, i'm gonna see you real soon, okay?"

"sev--"

"say it!" she begs, her voice cracking. you weep.

"i-i-i'll see you soon, baby." you choke out.

"who the fuck are you talkin' to?" the masked man behind you asks. you freeze.

then the wall caves in.

you wake up on a gurney, swat members and paramedics running past you. there's a ringing in your head.

you look to your left. toya is grinning down at you.

"knew you'd fuckin' make it!" she says, giddily. you smile. you're dizzy in a fun way-- likely concussed. you blink asleep.

you wake up again outside, lacy nudging you awake. "no sleepin', kid." she commands as she takes your vitals. you nod.

"what..." you try. your brain's still rattling around in your skull. words aren't as easy as they usually are. toya understands you, though.

"swat blew the wall in and took those goons down! you and all the hostages are safe. you got the most damage-- rubble hit your head pretty hard." she explains as she shoves an IV into your arm. you blink.

"sevika?" you ask. lacy chuckles at your feet.

"what'd i tell you? second thing she asks is where's her wife. ridiculous." lacy says. toya rolls her eyes.

"baby!" sevika's voice calls from across the parking lot. your head whips over to see her, sprinting at the three of you at full speed, pushing a few people out of her way. you giggle when she shoves the cheif of police to the side-- he stumbles on his feet as he tries to catch his balance.

she's by your side in a flash, grinning down at you, tears running down her cheeks. you recognize the comforting warmth of morphine beginning to flood your veins. or maybe it's just love. you giggle up at her.

"hi, pretty." you say, lifting a hand up to cup her cheek. she shoots down to kiss you, nipping on your lip, shoving her tongue into your mouth. you giggle.

"i'm right here!" lacy grunts out. toya wolf whistles.

"i told you you'd be okay, didn't i?" sevika asks as she pulls away, her eyes locked on yours. you nod dreamily up at her, unsure of what she's even talking about, in love with her all the same.

"you're my wife." you say, amazed. toya and lacy burst out in laughter. even sevika giggles. "what's funny?" you pout up at her. she kisses you again.

"you're the most beautiful, smartest, sexiest person in the world." she says. she gives you another kiss. "i'm never letting you leave the house ever again." she presses a third kiss against your lips. "i love you so fucking much." she says, tears running down her cheeks.

you grin, happy to have your wife kissing you so passionately. you gently brush her tears away. "come here." you demand, scooting over in your gurney to make room for sevika. she laughs, and crawls in beside you, despite the protests lacy and toya shout out at her. she wraps herself around you, kissing you firmly on the forehead. "love you." you whisper.

"love you." she says back to you.

toya and lacy load the two of you in the back of the truck.

they fake gag the whole way to the hospital as you and sevika make out in the back.

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miffyisms · 3 months ago

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⋆࿐໋˖𓍢ִִ໋ taylor swift - the tortured poets department (anthology) , ♡

various prompts from the selected media can be found below. it is important to read the rules of the receiving blog before sending any. feel free to change any pronouns to better suit your needs. the selected media can possibly be triggering to some, please be advised !

am i allowed to cry?

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i can hold my breath.

then we could all just laugh until i cry.

i'm seeing visions, am i bad?

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

just say when, i'd play again.

oh, was it punishment?

oh my god, you should see your faces.

blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll.

now you know what it feels like.

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

were you writing a book?

the devil that you know.

well, you took me to hell too.

six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke.

go on, fuck me up.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

i touched you for only a fortnight.

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who the fuck was that guy?

but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

even if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

no one's ever had me, not like you.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i'm miserable!

i'm gonna get you back.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

tell me all your secrets.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

what if your eyes looked up and met mine.

i swept in at the rescue.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

i chose this cyclone with you.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

you were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i can't pretend like i understand.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use

it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried.

we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon.

you shit-talked me under the table.

touch me while your bros play grand theft auto.

you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me.

i'm combing through the braids of lies.

no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

tell me something awful.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

how did it end?

in fifty years will all this be declassified?

was any of it true?

there's a lot of people in town that i bestow upon my fakest smiles.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded.

they knew the whole time that i was onto something.

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

i dreamed about it in the dark the night i felt like i might die.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

move to florida, buy the car you want.

in plain sight you hid.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

please, i've been on my knees.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

pull me to the backseat.

way up there, i actually love it.

at dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on.

i hate it here.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

he was my best friend.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

does it feel alright to not know me?

you said some things that i can't unabsorb.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

the future's bright, dazzling.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

please know that i tried to hold onto the days when you were mine.

are you still a mind reader?

i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

do you believe me now?

still alive, killing time at the cemetery

is it somethin' i did?

i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

he just hadn't met me yet.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

all your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i'm tryin' to stifle my sighs.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

it's happening again.

i don't think you've changed much.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.

all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

fuck 'em, it's over.

little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

i wanna kill him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

love's never lost when perspective is earned.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

my friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this.

if you want to tear my world apart just say you've always wondered.

what we thought was for all time, was momentary.

do that impression you did of your dad again.

you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared to go outside.

you just watched it happen.

so if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me.

what a charming saturday.

they tried to warn him about her.

then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i just don't understand.

i was a functioning alcoholic 'till nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

no one asks any questions here.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

you'll find someone.

old habits die screaming.

i know he's crazy but he's the one i want.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

fuck you if i can't have us.

we were blind to unforeseen circumstances.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you're the loss of my life.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

who's afraid of little old me?

it was legendary.

i keep recalling things we never did.

i still ponder what it meant.

and who's gonna know you, if not me?

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

the story isn't mine anymore.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

i tried to warn you about them.

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to.

i look in people's windows.

i will never lose my baby again.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forward.

i choose you and me religiously.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

you don't get to tell me about "sad".

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

do you hate me?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

stay away from her.

i can do it with a broken heart.

you cinephile in black and white.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

but what about your quiet treason?

i hoped you'd return.

i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary.

i can take the upper hand and touch your body.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

oh, what a way to die.

i'll tell you one thing honey, i can tell when somebody still wants me.

this place made me feel worthless.

my husband is cheating.

my beloved ghost and me.

i keep finding his things in drawers.

did you take all my old clothes?

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

we've already done it in my head.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

good boy, that's right.

let it once be me.

lights, camera, bitch, smile.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i'm runnin' back home to you.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i've been doing it since he left.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are?

i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had.

oh, here we go again.

we learned the right steps to different dances.

i haven't come around in so long.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

'cause i'm a real tough kid, i can handle my shit.

i'll tell you how i've been there too, and that none of it matters.

i'm having his baby.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

but you should've seen him when he first got me.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they tried to warn you about me.

come close, i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

you left your typewriter at my apartment.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

scandal does funny things to pride.

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

and for a fortnight there we were forever.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon.

a greater woman wouldn't beg.

pick your poison, babe.

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

i don't even want you back, i just want to know.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

way to go, tiger.

were you a sleeper cell spy?

you are bloodthirsty.

you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

i can fix him, no really i can.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more.

thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up.

who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

you're in terrible danger.

i want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you are what you did.

fuck it, i was in love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love

you're the new god we're worshipping.

you gotta fake it 'till you make it, and i did.

i wanna kill her.

did you think i had in me?

you said normal girls were "boring".

and who's gonna hold you like me?

no one here's to blame.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day.

how can i be guilty as sin?

you were gone by the morning.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

he said he'd love me all his life.

who else decodes you?

fuck it if i can't have him.

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

tell me all that you'd learned.

you're an animal.

you already know, babe.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

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shynetyme06 · 2 months ago

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P. Paperjam—

This one is gonna be long but I can tell you know exactly what you've signed up for

First impression: I thought he was an annoying baby because of reasons you can probably guess. I mostly tolerated his presence in the videos I watched because I really liked errorink when I first joined the fandom, so he was just "kid that was there sometimes"

Impression now: HE IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fr my favorite character of all time✨ Back when I was exclusively looking at utmv content on youtube, I came across this video, and it was my first ever look at pj not being that annoying baby, which dominoed into me trying to find more about this jerk of a character, because omg this is what's actually canon?? which led me here :3 genuinely obsessed with their story, and by now my opinion of errorink literally traded with them lmao. Those dad guys are cool but they're always in the background of the true star forreal

Favorite moment: this

Idea for a story: I have way too many of these........ But I've been seeing ppl be more broad with this answer so I will too: I like when people acknowledge how garbage she's doing mentally. She didn't just spawn and start acting like an asshole to everyone, a hard childhood shaped who she is now and so the bitterness just makes sense (people tend to forget/not know/acknowledge that she was actually shown to be a pretty chill, soft spoken kid. years of neglect is what pushed her to leave) This next part isn't like, a rule for anyone lmao. but this question is for my idea and what my idea is, is that most if not every single one of my pj variants have got parental issues (even if a lot smaller in some cases) because said issues are a staple for this guy atp (to meeee)

Unpopular opinion: I think the pj and fresh dynamic can be fun without shipping or the uncle fresh interpretation. They're both grown and get into shenanigans (also I think it's funny if pj initially just hung around the guy because he's literally walking error repellent, and since fresh is unable to posses pj the strategy just kinda became "hmm having a friend makes me look more normal, I can live with this")

Favorite relationship: omnipj forever and always 💜🩷I used to go through their ship tag like every day when I discovered them I swear, they are genuinely the cutest thing ever to me. They used to be my true otp, (fr never seriously considered shipping either of them with another person) but thenn I met a certain someone and got converted lmao. Now I've got 2 worlds featuring the ship of pj x lux (including a shared au with the aforementioned someone, hi tobi💜) And no matter if it's just one of them or both, I love seeing the softer side of pj's personality that had been buried for so long resurfacing again around the people she loves <33333 And part 2 of this answer because nearly every dynamic with pj intrigues me like crazy: ink man. that freaking guyyYYYYYY THEY MAKE ME SAD. going back to an earlier point, pj didn't just come out hating them. they tried and tried and tried to have a relationship, and we know how that ended. My interpretations of them rarely get to the point of pj running away and being forgotten, but there's always this.. disconnect, yknow? (I am a huge fan of good dad ink guys I just tend to douse their relationship with pj in a little flame before they get to the healing part🙏) (And bonus since we're on the topic of parents, the fact that pj still wanted to on some level appeal to even error after the things he's done to them is absolutely tragic, and all this put together really adds to my reading of pj as a character being one who believes in the idea of having to work to deserve to be respected/cared for) Uhhh part 3 I promise this one is shorter: Palette and pj are the siblings ever to me. I really like sibling dynamics that are adult/teen + kid, (ik palette is canonically an adult now just let me have this) plus they're opposites in a ton more ways and play off of each other really well. I believe that pj was not happy in the slightest about being an older sibling to him in the beginning, but they always grow to love each other <3

Favorite headcanon: I don't think I have a favorite tbh, but here's one that applies to every pj I've written so far: they are farsighted, but refuse to get/wear glasses all the time because "it's not that bad"

ask game

#shy rambles #paperjam #novainthevoid #ask game #grraaHHHHHHHH #I had to pause this to work on the other asks because this was taking forever #I was asked to talk about pj #I couldn't help myself #(except I kinda did because I had to cut out a bunch of rambles💀)

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 41: The Gathering Storm

A/N: And we are back at it again with another chapter! The bonus chapter will be next! But yall Ive gone ahead writting the whole cake island arc and THE SCENES! THE SMUT! (its also my first time writing smut), AND THE BETRAYAL! Like yall aint ready this whole arc is about to be hella angst with passion with betrayal with just everything. Thank you guys so much for reblogging! Liking, commenting and interacting with my fan fiction! Im way to excited for you guys to read these chapters! But without further a do let the adventure begin.

Word Count: 8.3K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece x reader.

Y/N POV…

Time passed as Nami, Chopper, Brook, and I prepared for our departure. Luffy had gone off with Carrot to check on the others, helping to tend to Zunesha’s injury alongside the gondolas who were busy bandaging the elephant’s massive legs. Soon after, Luffy went to grab Pekoms, and we all headed to meet him where the ship was stationed.

"Oh, Pedro, you're coming along with us as well?" I asked, noticing him standing beside us.

Pedro nodded, stepping forward with his usual quiet resolve. "Yes. This fight involves more than just your crew. I'll help wherever I can."

As we waited for Luffy, Usopp approached with a new upgrade for Nami’s Clima-Tact. He handed it to her with pride, a wide grin on his face. “Check it out, Nami! I added a new feature! This one’s gonna be awesome!”

Nami’s eyes lit up as she tested the new function, summoning small bursts of air and clouds with a flick of her wrist. “Usopp, this is incredible!” she said, beaming.

"Usopp, you really outdid yourself," I added, watching in amusement as Nami toyed with the new features.

Usopp scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously. “I would’ve worked on yours too, Y/N, but… well, your abilities are kinda... different,” he admitted, his laugh trailing off awkwardly.

I laughed too, waving off his concern. “I like my current features just fine,” I said as I clenched my fists and connected them. A bright glow surrounded me as both electrical currents and flames crackled to life, coursing through my arms, the color now a brilliant white hue.

“Hmmm, looks like they’re white now,” I murmured, gazing at the dazzling energy surrounding me.

Raizo, who had been watching closely, let out a loud exclamation, eyes wide in amazement. "Incredible! This must be an advanced form of ninjutsu!" he cried, clasping his hands together in admiration.

I unclenched my fists, letting the power fizzle out. “It’s not ninjutsu, but close enough,” I said with a wink, earning a nod of approval from Raizo.

Finally, we arrived at the main gate of Zou. The minks and our crew gathered to wish us luck, their faces a mix of hope and determination. It was time to say our goodbyes, but the air was heavy with the knowledge of what awaited us.

As I turned to walk toward the ship, I heard Law’s voice call out to me. “Princess.”

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze as he approached, his expression somewhat serious yet tinged with hesitation. "Yes, Law?" I asked, feeling the weight of my sword behind me and the hidden blades secured tightly on my thigh halter.

Law hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I…” He trailed off, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the weight of whatever he was trying to say.

Behind him, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi began to snicker, clearly amused by Law’s uncharacteristic awkwardness.

Penguin elbowed Shachi with a grin. “He’s really bad at this, huh?”

Shachi laughed under his breath. “Terrible! How’s he supposed to confess anything when he can barely say a word?”

Bepo, trying to maintain a straight face, added, “Captain, if you don’t say it now, you might miss your chance.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the situation, the teasing from his crew making Law even more flustered. His hand nervously scratched at the back of his neck as he shot a glare toward them, clearly annoyed by their antics.

“Shut up, all of you!” Law snapped, trying to regain some composure. His eyes flicked back to mine, softening as he took a breath. “Look, I just… I wanted to say—be careful out there. The mission ahead, it’s dangerous.”

I smiled at him, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest. "Of course, Law. Besides, I'm carrying you with me." I held out the necklace he had given me, the small charm catching the light. Law’s face flushed deeper as he stared at it, his usual guarded expression softening.

Law was about to respond when Zoro interrupted, stepping between us with a smug look. “Hey, Traffy, quit hogging Y/N. Some of us still want to say goodbye.”

Law glared at Zoro, the rivalry between them sparking up again. “I’m not hogging anyone.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

Before they could start bickering again, I intervened, turning to Zoro with a grin. He noticed the black bandana he had given me still tied around my head, this time as a headband. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on my cheek, surprising me with the tenderness of the gesture.

“I can’t believe my partner’s getting all soft on me. Maybe I should stop with those naps we take,” I teased, my tone affectionate yet playful.

I chuckled, nudging him lightly. “ Take care of yourself, team captain.”

Zoro smirked, glancing around at the others. “Yeah, yeah. You just better come back to me”

Before we could continue, Luffy showed up, Pekoms strapped awkwardly to his back. “Alright! Looks like everyone’s here!” Luffy announced, his usual carefree smile in place as he glanced around at us.

“I guess so, Captain,” I replied, shaking my head at the sight of Pekoms, who looked less than thrilled about his current situation.

“Wait, nobody told me he was coming!” Pekoms exclaimed, glaring at Pedro, who stood nearby.

Pedro just shrugged. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Pekoms huffed, clearly irritated as the mink dogs crowded around Brook, nibbling at his bony legs. Chopper, meanwhile, was surrounded by minks and the lady reindeer, all bidding him farewell with tearful smiles.

Zoro, standing beside me again, smirked as he eyed Luffy. “We’re talking about Sanji here. That idiot skirt-chaser might actually want to get married. I mean, maybe he does want this whole thing.”

“No way!” Luffy exclaimed. “Besides, didn’t he say he was already engaged to Y/N?!”

My face immediately flushed, and before I knew it, I’d punched Luffy on the head. “How many times do I have to explain this?! I’m NOT engaged!” I shouted, frustrated.

Luffy rubbed his head, wincing but still grinning. “Ow! Just sayin’ what Sanji wrote!”

Before I could argue further, Law stepped forward again, his eyes locking with mine. “Princess, wait a moment.”

Zoro tensed at the sight of Law approaching, his protective instincts kicking in, but before he could intervene, Law added, “Bepo wanted to give you a goodbye hug.”

I laughed, immediately softening at the mention of the giant bear mink. “Aww, Bepo! Come here!” I said, opening my arms wide.

Bepo, tears already welling up, ran over and enveloped me in a big, warm hug. “Take care of yourself, Y/N! We’ll miss you so much!”

I hugged him back, smiling. “Don’t cry, Bepo. I’ve got this. We’ll save Sanji and deal with the marriage situation, and I’ll be back in no time.”

Bepo sniffled as he put me down, wiping his eyes. Law, smirking at the whole interaction, stepped forward one last time. Without a word, he pulled me into a tight hug, the gesture catching me off guard, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I hugged him back.

“I’ll make some badass weapons so I can whoop Kaido!” Franky boasted, flexing his arms as if the victory was already his.

“And I’ll round up every last samurai the Land of Wano has to offer,” Zoro said with a smirk, determination in his voice.

I laughed, finding their energy contagious. “Good luck, partner!” I teased, blowing Zoro a kiss in mock flirtation. He grinned and reached to catch it, only for Law to swoop in, casually catching it instead.

“What the hell, Traffy?!” Zoro snapped, his eyes narrowing.

Law smirked, flicking the imaginary kiss with his fingers and placing it in his pocket. “Can’t help it if you’re slow.”

“Oh, that’s it—” Zoro began, ready to step up as I rolled my eyes, chuckling at their endless bickering.

Before their argument could escalate, Kanjuro approached, offering assistance for our descent down the massive elephant. “Would you like my help with the descent?”

“Nah, we got it!” Luffy said with his usual carefree grin, already stepping toward me.

“Luffy, wait—” I started, but I didn’t get a chance to finish before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me along with Pedro and the others.

“Luffy, don’t you dare—” I gasped, but it was too late.

“Bye!” Luffy yelled with a wild laugh as he launched himself—and us—off the cliff.

“AHHHHH!!” we all screamed, plummeting through the air.

“We’ll get Sanji and end this marriage for Y/N before you know it!” Luffy shouted triumphantly, even as the wind whipped past us.

“LUFFY!” I yelled, my stomach flipping as the ground below rapidly approached.

“See you guys at Wano!” Luffy called back, his laughter echoing through the air.

“Be careful around Big Mom! There’s a good reason she’s an Emperor!” Usopp’s voice trailed down after us, but it seemed far too late for warnings now.

Luffy laughed, as carefree as ever, while the rest of us clung to him for dear life, the world rushing past us at dizzying speed.

Minutes passed, and we finally made it back to the Thousand Sunny, all of us exhausted from the wild plunge.

“Pull it together, guys!” Luffy said, still full of energy.

“Easy for you to say!” I groaned, catching my breath. “I think I saw my life flash before my eyes.”

“That jump caused my heart to skip a beat… Oh wait, I don’t have a heart! Yohohoho!” Brook laughed.

Suddenly, a voice called out from one of the rooms. “Okay! Just leave it to me!” Carrot shouted.

“Look at her—she’s perfectly fi—" Luffy paused, realization hitting him like a brick. “Wait, Carrot! What are you doing here?!”

I stood up, feeling a bit more steady. “Yeah, what gives, Carrot?” I asked.

“I decided to tag along!” Carrot exclaimed, playfully biting us with her sharp teeth, much to our surprise.

Pedro shook his head, clearly not amused. “We need to go back and drop you off.”

Carrot’s ears drooped, pleading, “No, please! I didn’t mean any harm this time! I even brought supplies!” She proudly pulled out a bundle of carrot juice, fresh carrots, and a shirt.

“Well, you’re on board now,” Luffy said as he casually munched on one of Carrot’s offerings. “Can you fend for yourself?”

“Of course I can!” Carrot puffed out her cheeks and leaped at Luffy, biting him again.

“Pet her head, Luffy!” I called out. He did as I said, and immediately, Carrot relaxed, her eyes half-lidded in contentment.

“She almost took out Luffy!” Chopper cried in shock.

Man, I’m hungry!” Luffy declared, rubbing his stomach. “Somebody go make us some grub!”

Nami and I exchanged glances. “Looks like it’s up to us. Someone check on the water for Nami,” I said, already climbing the steps to the galley.

“It’s 5,000 berries per head… except for Y/N,” Nami announced with a sly grin.

“What?! Why her?” everyone grumbled in unison.

“Fine then, I’ll cook!” Luffy said with confidence.

“What?!” we all gasped, knowing this wouldn’t end well.

“You can leave it to me, I got this,” Luffy said, marching toward the kitchen.

“Oh boy,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Hours passed as I watched the sea from the deck, the ship gently swaying beneath my feet. Brook was showing Carrot around, and Luffy was still in the kitchen attempting to cook. But my mind was elsewhere, drifting back to Sanji’s letter and this whole marriage fiasco.

I sighed, reflecting. “Sure, we ‘partially dated,’ and I gave him that ultimatum... but a part of me kind of hoped Sanji would change. A part of me even still liked him,” I admitted to myself quietly. “But every time I wanted to see that change, he’d revert back to his old ways. Zoro’s words still stick with me—‘You deserve better.’”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “I wanna knock his skull in for saying that lie about us being engaged. We never even had that conversation,” I grumbled. The fact that I was being forced into marriage to a Vinsmoke—a family tied to Sanji—just added to the drama.

“I’m not the marrying kind,” I thought, running a hand through my hair. “I knew being a warrior and a pirate meant my life was always on the line. Marriage was never in the cards.”

Pedro’s footsteps broke my reverie as he came down, holding today’s newspaper. He handed it to Luffy, who skimmed the pages.

“Ahh! The Revolutionaries got beaten?” Luffy said, reading aloud.

“Impossible!” I said, my thoughts immediately shifting to Sabo’s safety.

“Here it is,” Pedro added, pointing to a picture of Dragon but Luffy was more concerned about someone else.

“Sabo!” Luffy and I both shouted in unison.

“It’s a picture of my brother!” Luffy beamed, showing me the paper.

“Captain, I gotta say, that picture of him looks good,” I said, examining the image closely.

“That’s Sabo?” Brook asked, clearly surprised. “I don’t know all the details, but he’s the one you ran into back in Dressrosa, right?”

“And Y/N, how do you know him?” Brook added curiously.

I smiled softly. “Remember that story I told you guys? About how I trained on that island with King and the others? Sam, the one who treated my wounds and helped me train—well, turns out Sam was actually Sabo.”

“So Sabo, Luffy’s brother, is the Chief of Staff!” Brook said, clearly impressed.

“Yup,” I replied with pride.

Nami turned to Luffy. “You didn’t mention that! What kind of family are you from?”

Luffy scratched his head, trying to remember. “Wait, so that guy beside him is...?”

“Yes, that’s your father, Luffy. You remember what your grandpa told you two years ago, right?” Nami pressed.

Luffy blinked, recalling the memory. “Huh! That’s my dad? This guy?”

“First time seeing him,” Luffy shrugged, his tone more curious than concerned. “Anyway, I hope Sabo’s okay.”

“The paper says an anonymous tip led the Navy to the Revolutionaries, but Blackbeard’s crew had already made the ruin,” Nami explained.

“Those bastards!” I yelled, fists clenched.

“Blackbeard… that bastard!” Luffy echoed, his tone darkening.

“You think Sabo’s okay? He fought that champion guy, right?” I asked, sharing a worried look with Luffy.

Pedro chimed in, “Fortunately, there’s no mention of casualties. If your brother or father had passed, it would’ve made the headlines.”

“That’s a good point,” Luffy said, his smile returning.

Chopper sniffed the air, and I caught the scent as well. “Hey… is something burning?”

“Oh no!” Luffy cried, realizing he’d left the stove on.

“Why is it on fire?!” Nami shouted, running toward the galley.

“Wait a sec—there’s a storm coming!” Nami added, directing us to throw the sails.

“What about the fire?” I asked, watching the flames rise.

“The rain will put it out,” Nami said, unconcerned.

Luffy burst into laughter as the fire gradually died out, replaced by heavy rain and the ship rocking beneath us. We all clung to the railings, waiting for the storm to pass, as the waves tossed us back and forth.

Third POV… Kaidou…

In a dimly lit room of Onigashima, Kaido sat slumped over a table, heavy with the weight of Sake. The fumes of alcohol clung to him like a fog, blurring the edges of reality. His thoughts flickered between drunken revelry and simmering anger as he stared at the wanted posters laid out in front of him: Monkey D. Luffy in the center, flanked by Trafalgar Law and "Princess" Vinsmoke Y/N.

“Commander Kaido! Commander Kaido!” A subordinate’s frantic voice cut through the haze, but Kaido barely registered it, his hand reaching for another bottle.

“Master Jack failed to rescue Joker. What should we do?!” the subordinate continued, anxiety seeping into his voice.

Kaidou’s grip on the Sake bottle tightened, his eyes glistening with a mix of fury and sorrow. “Then that means we won’t be able to carry anymore gifter,” he muttered, bringing the bottle to his lips once again.

“Joker! Why Joker! How could you let yourself get beat like that?!” he roared, the emotion spilling over in waves. “You promised me we’d make the greatest crew ever! Filled with Devil Fruit powers! And yet… before our dream could come true, you got your ass handed to you by a couple of piss-poor brats!”

His voice cracked as he slammed the bottle down, the sound echoing in the room. “Damn Joker, you dumb bastard! This is because you are a weakling!”

One of the subordinates gingerly picked up Luffy’s and Y/N’s wanted posters, while another held Law’s. “I don’t know, sir, these Strawhats look tough,” one of them said, uncertainty lacing his tone.

Kaidou, fueled by his drunken rage, flipped the posters over to see them again, but his coordination was off, causing him to tumble slightly. In a fit of anger, he punched the subordinate holding the Luffy and Y/N posters, shattering it into pieces.

“Who do you think I am?!” Kaidou bellowed, his voice reverberating in the room.

“Come on, Commander Kaido, there’s no need to lose your cool,” the subordinate pleaded, trying to pacify him.

Kaido leaned forward, eyes blazing. “Strawhat Luffy, Princess Y/N, and Trafalgar Law... let me take a guess. They’re the worst generation trash, thinking they can take down a Warlord. But they messed with my business, and they will pay in blood.”

His laughter rang hollow, a mix of madness and desperation. “Enough of those brats! Wake up, boy!” He pointed an accusatory finger toward a cell, where Eustass Captain Kid lay unconscious, blood dripping from his head. “Listen to me, warn your little playmates! Playing pirate is going to get everyone you love killed.”

With a heavy heart and a bottle of Sake in hand, Kaido sank back into his thoughts, consumed by the bitter taste of defeat and the growing weight of impending retribution.

Y/N POV…

We had barely made it out of the storm, but the bitter cold replaced the chaos. I shivered beneath my winter coat, hearing Brook’s chatter, “It’s quite cold!”

“The roof is fixed!” Luffy and Chopper beamed as they proudly finished repairing the kitchen roof, damaged earlier from the fire.

“All right! The storm’s gone, the ship’s fixed, and I saved the food! Don’t be shy! Dig in!” Luffy proclaimed, a wide grin across his face. We all gathered around to feast on his creation until we realized something wasn’t right. The dish… didn’t look edible.

“It’s my signature curry!” Luffy said, still smiling.

“We can’t eat this…” Brook muttered.

“I went through a lot of trouble to whip this up!” Luffy grabbed a spoonful and took a bite, immediately regretting it. “Yuck! We can’t eat this!”

“Sanji would be mad that you wasted food,” I pointed out, chuckling at the sight of Luffy grimacing.

Suddenly, Nami rushed upstairs to check our supplies, only to discover something horrifying. “What happened to our provisions?!”

“Oh, I used them all!” Luffy grinned as if he’d done us all a favor.

“That was nearly a week’s worth of food!” Nami trembled in shock.

“I thought you guys were hungry,” Luffy said, still smiling.

“Luffy!” I groaned, “Great! What are we supposed to do now?!”

Hours passed, and the pangs of hunger hit us hard. We were all lethargic, our energy drained. Luffy, in his delirium, tried to take a bite out of Chopper, causing Nami to smack him with her Clima-Tact.

“I give up…” Nami sighed as we all lay defeated by hunger.

“Land ahead!” Pedro’s voice suddenly cut through the despair, and Carrot, Chopper, and I burst into tears of joy. “We’ve been saved!”

“God spared us, it’s a reward for my good behavior!” Nami cried, her hands clasped together.

“Food!” Luffy’s eyes lit up as he spotted the island in the distance. “All right, we’re taking the Food Island detour!”

“Yay!” We all cheered, ready to finally fill our empty stomachs.

“Hold up, you can’t go to that island,” Pekoms warned, crossing his arms.

“And why not?” I asked, folding my arms in defiance.

“Pirates aren’t welcome there. That’s Navy territory,” Pekoms explained.

Luffy, Nami, Carrot, Chopper, Brook, and I decided to sneak onto the island, leaving Pekoms and Pedro aboard the ship. Disguised in Marine uniforms, Nami and I wore dresses with Marine coats bearing the word "Justice" on the back along with the signature marine hat, while Carrot and Luffy donned Marine uniforms.

“I hate these clothes,” Luffy muttered, tugging at the uniform collar.

“You want to eat, right? Then suck it up!” Nami snapped, her hands on her hips.

As we entered Marine HQ, we followed the scent of food to where it was being handed out. Luffy, Carrot, and I grabbed plates and sat down to eat. I could feel my body come back to life with every bite. “Mmm, this is good!” I moaned, savoring the flavors.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I whispered to Luffy, who nodded with his mouth full, warning me not to take too long or he’d eat my portion.

I laughed softly and made my way to the bar, asking the Marine behind the counter for a cold drink. As I walked back, I heard two Marines whistle at me.

“Haven’t seen you around these parts, doll,” one of them said. My body tensed as I fought the urge to break cover. Keeping my composure, I gave them a doe-eyed look and smiled sweetly.

“I’m new, actually. Just transferred,” I lied with a soft giggle. The two Marines were immediately smitten, their cheeks reddening.

“Well, I’ll be heading back now. It was nice meeting you!” I said, adding a little sway to my hips as I walked away.

“Phew, that was close,” I muttered as I sat back down with Luffy and Carrot.

Minutes passed, and as I stood up to get another helping of food, I noticed someone staring at us from above. My heart skipped a beat. To play it cool, I flashed him a smile and winked before turning back to see where Nami and Chopper were.

Suddenly, Carrot started yelling for Nami. “Crap, Carrot!” I thought, as Luffy joined in, inviting them to our table. I slapped my forehead in disbelief.

As I made my way toward Nami and Chopper to diffuse the situation, a figure appeared between us. My body tensed, my right hand clenching, ready to strike.

“You must be from the Strawhat Pirates, right? Miss Nami and Princess Y/N,” he whispered.

“Um, sir, you’ve got the wrong girls,” I laughed nervously, trying to cover. “We’ve been mistaken for them plenty of times.”

“You can’t fool me.” He grinned, pulling out our wanted posters. “I’ve lovingly admired both your posters every day and night!” He kissed the posters, causing Nami and me to recoil.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I whispered.

The man got down on one knee, calling Nami his “Amore” and me his “Goddess.” “Let’s put our pirate-Navy feud behind us and get married, tesoros mio,” he said, grabbing both of our left hands.

“Married?!” Nami and Chopper exclaimed.

“Now you know how I feel, Nami,” I whispered, trying to lighten the situation. He leaned in for another kiss, but an idea sparked.

“Nami, follow my lead,” I mouthed to her.

“Ahh!” I yelled, falling to my knees in an exaggerated display of fear. The Marines nearby took notice.

“Please, I’m just shy. I’ll get scared if you do that,” I whimpered, batting my eyes.

The same two Marines from before rushed over. “Hey man, what gives?!”

“Please, do something… I… I…” I covered my mouth, shooting Nami a wink.

“Don’t worry, doll, we’ll protect you!” they declared, puffing out their chests.

“Thank you so much,” I said sweetly, faking a tear. “Literally took a page from Boa Hancock’s book,” I thought, amused by my own performance.

The cook even came over and fed him a spoonful of food to stop the man from getting closer. “Is he bothering you, hon?” she asked.

“A little, thank you so much.” Nami hugged me, and I whispered in her ear, “Now we can relax a bit.”

“Don’t worry, doll, he won’t bother you anymore,” one Marine said, offering his hand to help me up. I took it, keeping up the act. “Thank you, it’s hard being a woman sometimes,” I sighed dramatically.

“My food…” I added with a sad tone.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you more!” They ran off to fetch more plates.

As they turned their backs, I smirked at Nami, “That was too easy.” We high-fived silently.

“Now, go. Run, Nami, you too, Chopper. I’ll stick with Luffy and Carrot.”

They nodded and made their escape, while I returned to the table, savoring my meal. “Here you are, doll,” the Marines said, bringing more food.

“Thank you so much!” I beamed, continuing to eat as they walked away.

Luffy laughed between bites. “That was awesome, Y/N.”

Carrot looked at me in awe. “Men are too easy,” I said, smirking as I scooped another spoonful into my mouth.

Suddenly, Luffy brought the whole pot of curry and rice. "Luffy, what are you doing?!" I muttered under my breath as he set the pot on the table and began serving himself a massive portion. Some of the Marines around us started to complain, glaring at him and yelling at us for what he was doing.

Before I could say anything, an alarm sounded. A voice over the loudspeakers announced, "Attention all active duty Marines! There has been an infiltration, and they have been located in the mess hall."

Luffy kept eating, completely unfazed. Carrot and I both stood, with Carrot starting to freak out. Marines surrounded us, some from above with guns cocked and ready, and others on the ground, preparing to fight.

"The trespassers happen to be Straw Hat Luffy and Princess Y/N!" the announcer continued.

"Damn," I muttered. I gave Carrot a reassuring look, signaling her not to worry.

"It's time to go!" Carrot exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency as the guns above us clicked into position, ready to fire.

"Now, is that really necessary?" I said, trying to remain calm.

Luffy finally stood, eyeing the situation casually. We both glanced up and saw the man who had been bothering Nami and me earlier, along with two others. His eyes were heart-shaped as he stared at me, clearly smitten. I rolled my eyes and sighed in annoyance. Luffy, on the other hand, kept eating, still completely unbothered by what was happening around us.

"So, what's the plan?" Carrot asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

"Plan?!" I echoed, laughing a little as I finished my drink. "You wanna know the plan? We have no other choice. We're going to eat!" Luffy declared, leaping over to another pot of curry and wrapping it around his arm.

I clenched my left arm and leaped into the air, landing gracefully next to him. Carrot followed suit, joining us in the mess hall chaos. Luffy and Carrot both started eating straight from the pot, completely ignoring the Marines closing in on us.

"Really, guys?" I said, laughing and shaking my head at their behavior.

"Doll, is this true?" I heard a familiar voice call out. It was the same Marine from earlier, his gun cocked and aimed at me, though his hesitation was clear.

I sighed, growing tired of this nonsense. "First of all..." I said as I removed the cloak and Marine hat, revealing the bandana still secured around my head. Clenching my right hand, I walked over to him calmly, using a surge of energy to shock him before he could react. He stumbled and fell backward, surprised by my sudden attack.

"Don't ever call me 'doll,'" I said coldly before turning on my heel and walking back to join Luffy.

My sword was securely fastened to my back, and my hidden blades were ready at my thigh holster.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?!" shouted another Marine, stepping forward with an incredulous look.

"We’re taking the whole pot," Luffy said, completely nonchalant as he scooped another heap of curry into his mouth.

"Great idea! This should last us a while," Carrot added, her ears twitching with excitement as we prepared to make our move.

"Knock it off, there’ll be nothing left for us!" shouted a man standing on the top step, his frustration evident.

"Sounds more like a you problem than an us problem, don’t you think?" I smirked, folding my arms, clearly enjoying how flustered they were getting.

“A lady who knows what she wants, that drives me absolutely wild,” said the same Marine who had been bothering Nami and me earlier. His eyes were practically glittering as he spoke.

I scrunched my eyebrows together, tilting my head slightly in confusion. "Man, you are weird," I said bluntly, my voice dripping with annoyance.

“How’s this guy worth 500 million, and how is she worth 340 million? Just looks like a couple of chomps to me,” sneered another Marine, this one with a bit of red hair and a scar running down the side of his cheek.

I giggled softly, amused by his arrogance. "My, aren’t you a tough guy," I teased, noticing how he blushed just slightly at my words.

As the red-haired Marine made his way toward us, unsheathing his blades with fierce determination, I instinctively reached for my sword, pressing the red gemstone on the hilt. The moment my hand touched the grip, flames began to ripple across the blade, emboldening it with a vibrant, fiery glow.

With the fiery sword in hand, I leaped into the air, spinning gracefully to meet his attack head-on. The clash of our weapons sent sparks flying, the flames from my sword licking the air with every movement. In one swift motion, I twisted my wrist, and the force of my fiery blade overwhelmed him, sending him flying back across the room.

He crashed into a nearby table, the heat of the flames leaving scorch marks on the ground where he landed, groaning in pain.

I landed softly beside Luffy and Carrot, the flames on my blade slowly fading as I sheathed it back into its halter.

“Captain, you ready?” I asked with a smirk, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, my hand resting on the now dormant hilt of my sword.

"Don't move," one of the Marines behind us commanded, guns raised and ready. Luffy was already in the middle of a fight with the Marine I had sent flying earlier. I glanced at Carrot, who looked anxious but ready to help.

I calmly grabbed one of my hidden blades with my right hand, and the familiar yellow glow began to radiate from it. I smirked and turned to Carrot. "Stand back," I instructed as I advanced slowly toward the group of Marines surrounding us.

Without hesitation, I clenched my left hand, channeling my energy, and dashed forward, weaving through the Marines and marking each of them with quick, precise strikes. They barely had time to react before I darted back to where Carrot stood.

"Now, Bolt," I whispered, raising my hand in the air. Suddenly, bright streaks of lightning cracked through the air, electrocuting every Marine I had touched. They screamed, convulsing as the electricity coursed through their bodies, before collapsing to the ground in heaps.

"That was amazing!" Carrot squealed, jumping up and down with excitement.

I smiled at her, my eyes still on Luffy as he landed a powerful kick, sending his opponent crashing into the wall. "Pathetic, Grout," said the marine shielding grout, “now its my turn!” He said "So the tough guy has a name, hmm?" I smirked, watching Grout struggle to get back on his feet.

Suddenly, the next Marine started to expand, his body growing unnaturally large. We all stood in awe as he shouted, "Finger pistol!" The attack came fast, forcing all of us to dodge in different directions.

"You're pretty fast!" he taunted as he continued his relentless assault with the finger pistols. Luffy, Carrot, and I ran through the mess hall, dodging the attacks as best as we could.

"Gomu Gomu Jet Pistol!" Luffy yelled, retaliating with his own powerful punch that knocked the Marine out cold.

"Lets go look for more food!" Luffy grinned, ever focused on his stomach. We didn’t waste any time and bolted down the hallways, eager to get away from the chaos.

Suddenly, the Marine who had been bothering Nami and me appeared again, this time holding a small gift. "Huh?" both Luffy and I said in unison, watching as Carrot's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Madame, it's a gift!" the Marine said, presenting Carrot with a bundle of fresh carrots. "It’s nothing for an enchantress like you."

I slapped my forehead in exasperation. "Man, he really is weird," I muttered under my breath.

Carrot didn’t seem to care, grabbing the carrots and happily munching away. "Garchu!" she exclaimed, tackling the Marine in gratitude and sending him flying.

"Come on, Carrot, we have to find Nami and Chopper!" Luffy called out, already taking off down the hall again.

"Bastard took away my girls, now I'll take his head!" the Marine shouted from behind, his anger evident. "Better run because I'm coming! These girls belong to me!"

He appeared in front of us again, attacking Luffy with renewed fury. "This is for Carrot, Nami, and Y/N!" he declared.

"You don't know when to give up, huh?" Luffy said as Carrot darted forward, delivering a shock to the Marine with a quick zap of electricity.

"Nice one, Carrot," I grinned.

Suddenly, Brook appeared as a ghost, floating toward us. "Hey, Luffy!"

"Have you seen Nami and Chopper?" Luffy asked urgently.

"They’re actually in the food storage right this way!" Brook replied, guiding us down another hallway as we continued our frantic search.

We kept running, each of us taking down the Marines in front of us. Luffy knocked out one after another with ease, Carrot followed up with swift, electrifying kicks, and I clenched my right hand, striking the ground. A pulse of energy surged from my fist, causing the floor to crack and collapse beneath the Marines, swallowing them into the ground. With the path clear, we pressed on until we hit an unexpected obstacle—a dead end.

“Crap, a dead end?” I muttered, scanning for any way out.

“Stop right there! Cornered like rats, how pathetic,” Grout sneered as he and another Marine, Bottom, approached us. “It looks like being part of the Worst Generation doesn’t stack up too much, huh?” Bottom added with a smug grin.

“You know, Grout, it reminds me of you,” Bottom teased.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, to add more salt to the wound… not a very good look, tough guy,” I chimed in, enjoying how quickly the comment sent them into a bickering match.

“Are you implying I’m a dumbass?!” Grout snapped, glaring at Bottom.

“I said no such thing!” Bottom retorted, his voice rising.

“Luffy, what do we do now?” Carrot asked urgently as we both realized we had only seconds before they stopped arguing and attacked.

Luffy, ever calm under pressure, turned to Brook’s ghost. “Brook, is the storage behind us?”

“Yes, it’s right behind that wall!” Brook replied.

Without hesitation, Luffy wound back his arm and punched through the wall, creating a gaping hole. He leaped through effortlessly, and I followed, using the momentum of my clenched left hand to propel me into the air and through the hole. Carrot did the same, her agility making the move look easy.

“Wait for me!” Brook’s ghost called after us as we landed on the other side.

“I smell food coming this way!” Luffy exclaimed, his nose twitching as he began to run.

“Good sense of smell!” Carrot said, keeping up with him. I decided to glide alongside them, the rush of air helping me keep pace.

“Good job! Now run along, you guys okay from here?” Brook’s ghost called out as we sped ahead.

“Yeah, thanks!” Luffy shouted back.

We finally reached the food storage, bursting through the doors. Luffy and Carrot immediately dove into the nearest pile of food, their hunger taking over. Meanwhile, I took a moment to gather some essentials—water, supplies, and anything we might need for the journey ahead.

“You finally made it! What a relief,” Nami said as she and Chopper appeared from the shadows. But her relief quickly turned to frustration as she noticed Luffy stuffing his face with meat. “Luffy! Seriously?!”

How are you two so relaxed? We gotta run!" she scolded, gesturing at both Luffy and Carrot, who were happily eating.

“She’s right, guys. Just stock up and let’s go,” I said, grabbing my own bag filled with food.

Chopper, however, was snacking too. “You’re right, there’s no time... but we can snack on the ship,” he said between bites.

“Not you too, Chopper!” I sighed, shaking my head.

“Hurry it up, grab what you can, and let’s get out of here!” Nami urged, her voice laced with urgency.

“Hurry? But I’m still hungry,” Luffy muttered in a sad tone, his eyes lingering longingly on the food.

“You can eat more when we get to the ship, Captain,” I said, trying to convince him that we had little time to enjoy food right now.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the room. "Straw Hat Luffy."

We all turned, and there they were—Grout, Bottom, and the guy from earlier. They stood blocking our exit, looking smug and confident.

"I never expected you to be a coward and a glutton, Straw Hat," Grout sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. Nami and I both tensed, instinctively preparing ourselves for a fight. Grout’s hand moved to his blades as he started to advance toward Luffy.

Carrot dropped her food, her ears twitching as she prepared to pounce. Nami took a step back, still clutching her bag of food tightly.

“We don’t feed pirates around here, so drop all that food!” Grout commanded, his blades now directed straight at me. He lunged, his intent clear.

“Y/N, watch out!” Nami cried as the blades came closer.

In a flash, I clenched my left hand and dashed toward the attack, grabbing both blades by their hilts mid-strike. Sparks of electricity surged through my hands, the charge transferring from my grip into the metal of his swords.

"You should really work on your aim," I smirked, still gripping Grout’s blades, electricity sparking in my hands. "Because you never know what might happen." With a quick flick of my wrists, I launched his blades back toward him. The electrified swords hummed through the air, and Grout barely dodged, stumbling slightly.

I eyed him with amusement. "Careful, tough guy," I teased. "You might get shocked if you keep coming at me like that."

Grout’s face flushed a little, barely noticeable, but I caught it. His tough exterior faltered for a moment as his eyes flickered with something else—annoyance, maybe even embarrassment. He clenched his fists, trying to regain composure, but the slight blush told me all I needed to know.

Bottom began to charge at Luffy, but Luffy intercepted him with a powerful punch, sending him crashing to the ground. Chopper, now in Kung Fu Point, took advantage of the opening and launched himself at Bottom, dodging each of his attacks with agility. With a solid punch, Chopper sent Bottom flying toward the crates.

"Nice one, Chopper! Now let’s move!" I called out, as Luffy grabbed two bags while Nami, Carrot, Chopper, and I carried one each.

Suddenly, the man with the heart eyes yelled, "Love flashing!" His blades glinted dangerously, forcing us to dodge out of the way. "Strawhat, I can’t let you walk out of here that easily—especially not with the ladies!" he added, his eyes still filled with an infatuation that was more annoying than threatening.

"He is just... ugh," I muttered, exchanging an exasperated glance with Nami.

Before we could react, Carrot unleashed another shock at him. "Good going!" Nami cheered. But to our shock, he stood up, blushing slightly. "I find myself quite enamored with the lovely Nami, vivacious Carrot, and fiery Princess Y/N," he proclaimed, sending an uncomfortable shiver down our spines.

I clenched my right hand, feeling the electric charge building up once more. "Miss Nami, Miss Carrot, Miss Y/N, please join me in holy matrimony!" he declared, dropping to one knee dramatically.

"That’s it!" I shouted, rushing over and grabbing him by his Marine coat. "I've just about had enough of you!" I channeled my energy, shouting, "Now, Bolt!" The electrical current surged through him, shocking him harder this time. His eyes widened as the electricity coursed through him, and I stepped back, ready to move.

"Nice job, Y/N!" Nami called out, giving me a thumbs up as I turned back to join the group.

"That should be more than enough," I said, walking over, feeling relieved. But before I could relax, that same annoying voice echoed from behind.

"Even if you decline, I know you love me!" the man exclaimed, somehow still conscious.

"What the—how?!" I shouted as he attempted to lean in for a kiss.

"You're a mess," Nami interrupted, stepping forward with her Clima-Tact in hand.

"Huh?" he blinked, now distracted by Nami.

"It's sad you're so clueless about what girls really want," Nami said, her tone sharp. "You should back off and reflect for a while." With that, she launched a Weather Egg, followed by Thunderbird Tempo, zapping him with a powerful shock and finally sending him to the ground.

"That should be enough now," I agreed, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Now let's go!" Nami urged as we started to make our way out of the food storage.

"Not so fast!" the voice called again.

"How is he still up?!" I yelled in disbelief, as he staggered to his feet.

"It is my fevered wish to go on adventures with lovely ladies by my side!" he shouted passionately.

"That's a lame dream," Nami deadpanned.

"If I can finish off Strawhat, I can replace him as captain to my betrothed!" he roared, flames suddenly erupting from his swords as he advanced toward us.

We all stepped back, bracing ourselves. Luffy, quick to act, coated his arm in Armament Haki and redirected the flaming attack toward a large water container overhead. The container burst, sending a massive wave of water crashing down, sweeping us along with it.

We landed on the grass outside, gasping for air as we tumbled across the field. "Is... everyone okay?" I panted, still catching my breath. The food, thankfully, remained intact next to us.

"That made me hungry," Luffy said, completely unfazed, holding a piece of meat.

"Strawhat!" a familiar voice growled, and we all looked up.

"Not this guy again..." Luffy groaned as he stood up.

"I have a name, and it's All-Hunt Grout!" he snarled.

"Nah, tough guy sounds better," I quipped with a grin.

Luffy burst out laughing at the nickname, clearly enjoying it. Grout looked at me, clearly frustrated, but despite his irritation, a faint blush crept across his face, betraying his tough-guy facade.

"Well, it doesn’t matter since your journey ends here!" Grout declared, charging at Luffy with fierce determination. "I’ll never lose to anybody! Never will!" His fists flew toward Luffy, but each punch was swiftly blocked.

Luffy grinned, easily deflecting Grout’s attacks before landing a solid punch right in Grout's abdomen, sending him flying backward.

"How... his punches... they’ve got more weight," Grout muttered, clutching his side in shock.

"Of course, I hit harder once I’ve eaten!" Luffy boasted, landing another blow, this time even stronger.

Grout, now enraged, got back to his feet. "I’m coming for you! Every single pirate and all four emperors!" he roared, lunging at Luffy again.

"Yeah, sorry, but that’s my job!" Luffy quipped, hitting Grout in the abdomen once more, finishing him off.

"Done, let’s go!" Luffy said as we all dashed off, carrying the bags of food.

"Where’s the Shark Submerge?" Luffy asked while running, holding two bags of food in each hand.

"Up ahead!" Nami shouted, and as we reached the cliff, we were suddenly blinded by bright lights.

"Hold it! You brats aren’t getting away!" shouted a voice from below. The Vice Admiral stood with his weapon drawn, eyes locked on us.

"I’ll be taking your head now!" he barked. "Do you know what’s going to happen if I get reassigned?! That could affect my pension! I want to be pampered in my old age! I’ve earned it!"

"Whose fault is that?!" I yelled back. "Should’ve retired earlier!" My retort made Luffy laugh.

"The Submerge is right down there," Nami said, pointing to where the Shark Submerge was waiting.

"So close yet so far," I muttered as we saw Brook waving at us from the distance.

"We’ll be on track soon enough," Nami added with a hopeful smile.

Suddenly, the Vice Admiral fired at the Submerge. "Brook!" I screamed as I saw the shot.

"The ammo’s infused with Haki! If it was enough for Garp, it’s enough for you!" the Vice Admiral shouted, preparing to fire again, this time at us.

Without hesitation, Luffy grabbed all of us and leapt out of the way just as the Vice Admiral fired. We landed in front of him and the surrounding Marines.

"Thanks for the warning, old man!" Nami shouted, preparing her Clima-Tact. I reached for the hilt of my sword, ready to press the gemstone embedded in it.

Nami went first, releasing a Thunderbolt Tempo, but the Marines weren’t affected.

"Huh?!" Nami exclaimed, shocked.

Carrot was next, attempting an attack, but she faced the same dilemma.

"Hahaha! We knew you invaded the base hours ago!" the Vice Admiral laughed. "That was more than enough time to come up with a countermeasure. We lined our shields with rubber, and they work like a charm!"

I let out a low chuckle, amused by his confidence. "Is that so?" I asked, pressing the blue gemstone on my sword. Ice began to envelop the blade, creeping up my arm. "What about this?!"

With my left arm clenched and my sword raised high, I leaped into the air. Slashing downward, I sent a freezing gust toward the Marines, causing their shields to freeze solid and shatter into pieces.

The Marines stared in disbelief as their defenses crumbled. “Studied all our tricks, yet still couldn’t get any better. Shame,” I said, gracefully landing back on the ground.

Chopper, now in Kung Fu Point, charged ahead to fight more Marines alongside Nami and Carrot. "Gomu Gomu no Hawk Whip!" Luffy shouted, his arm stretching as he took down several opponents with one powerful strike. The battlefield was chaotic, but slowly, one by one, each Marine fell.

Just as we thought it was over, Bottom and Zappa made their appearance, their weapons gleaming under the sunlight. "Now they’re here," Nami muttered, gripping her Clima-Tact tighter.

"Ready, Strawhat!" Bottom sneered, his blades drawn as he faced Luffy. But within moments, they too were overwhelmed and knocked down, no match for Luffy’s relentless attacks.

"Well, that settles it," I said, brushing some dust off as I walked over to Luffy. "Luffy, you okay?" Nami asked.

"Yeah, but what about the food?" Luffy replied, his priorities always in order.

"Food’s fine too!" I laughed. "Poor Brook, though," Carrot added, concerned about our skeleton friend.

“Hello, friends!” Brook called out, seemingly unharmed as he made his way toward us.

“Brook!” I yelled, relieved to see him okay.

But before we could celebrate, a voice shouted from above. “Stop, Strawhat!”

“What now?!” I groaned, glancing up to see Grout standing on a ledge, glaring down at us.

“Bottom, Zappa, why don’t you leave the rest to me,” he said, dismissing the two Marines near Luffy. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Luffy with determination. “You’re not getting away without a fight.”

Suddenly, Grout’s arm began to crack and shift, revealing a large, menacing gorilla arm underneath his armor. “What is that?” I muttered, eyeing his transformed limb in shock.

“Hey, guys, you go on ahead,” Luffy said, his voice calm and commanding.

I hesitated, unsure if I should leave him alone. “You sure, Captain?” I asked, concerned.

Luffy nodded. “Yeah, make sure the rest are okay,” he reassured me.

I glanced back at him one last time, my heart heavy with worry, but I trusted Luffy’s judgment. As we started making our way to the submersible, I noticed Grout’s eyes shift from Luffy to me, his gaze intense. Sensing an opportunity, I smirked and decided to have a little fun. “I’ll see you around, tough guy,” I teased, sending him a playful wink before running off with the rest of the crew.

“You really shouldn’t play with the enemy like that, Y/N!” Nami scolded.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” I laughed.

We reached the submersible and watched from a distance as Luffy’s battle with Grout unfolded. Despite Grout’s strength and determination, Luffy managed to defeat him with a powerful strike, sending him crashing to the ground. We didn’t waste any more time and made our escape, heading back to the ship.

As we sailed away, Nami suddenly noticed something that made her fume with anger. The bags that were once filled with food were now completely empty. “What are you idiots doing?!” she yelled, shaking the empty bags at Luffy and Chopper. “You already ate back at the base, you pigs!”

Carrot and Chopper looked away sheepishly, while Luffy grinned, patting his full belly. I stood next to Brook, shaking my head. “Our rations didn’t even last ten minutes... Must be a new record,” I said, half-amused.

Nami, fuming, turned her wrath toward Luffy, who was sitting contently after his feast. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” she demanded.

“Ehh, it’ll all work out somehow,” Luffy replied, carefree as ever.“Oh, really?!” Nami’s voice dripped with sarcasm, though even she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

#one piece #onepiece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji #zou arc #whole cake island #strawhat pirates #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #brook op #tony tony chopper #one piece nami

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dearharriet · 1 year ago

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could you write a steve x fem!reader fic based on little freak by harry styles? thank you!!!

ty for the req!! <3 i hadn’t listened to little freak since harry’s house came out but this prompt rly grew on me :) hope u like it! (1.6K) 🦢 (cw: drinking, smoking, foul language)

A football team of college pricks had invaded the kitchen. You felt bad. In high school, the kitchen was always a haven at parties for chatting and drinking and planning to leave. What you were witnessing felt like the desecration of God’s land.

You were on the counter, where you’d stationed yourself an hour ago. The rowdy group would rotate between flirting with you and rooting through the cupboards and drawers, or roughhousing (which had broken three household items so far), or yelling.

The guy talking to you now smelled like Windex and had calluses on his hands that kept snagging on your tights.

“—and girls always say they like blue collar guys but really they’re just talking about Bruce Springsteen.”

“Mm-hm,” you mumbled a half-hearted agreement.

You’d exhausted your options, and were considering letting Windex take you home. Half of the other guys wouldn’t even talk to you, only shooting furtive glances your way.

“Have you seen how lanky that guy is? He’s never seen a day of work in his life.”

“Uh-huh.” You scanned the crowd, desperate for another chance, but only found two girls eyeing you from the punch bowl. Caught, they scampered out of the kitchen again giggling, their full cups sloshing red onto the linoleum.

“Hey,” Windex pulled your attention back to him. Your face felt warm, and you chided yourself. The girls never used to make fun of you for being liked.

“Hey,” he said again, taking your chin. You tamped down a cringe. “Wanna get out of here?”

This time when you swept the kitchen, hopeless, there was someone standing on the threshold.

There was a fuzzy familiarity about him—the nose, the big brown eyes.

Windex finally turned to see what was distracting you, and his grip on your leg tightened.

“Oh, Jesus. Here comes royalty.”

The other boys in the kitchen noticed him too, and started heckling him. The chaos of their insults made them indecipherable. You caught the stranger’s eye and smiled demurely, but he averted his gaze, and then lurched forward like someone pushed him. A small dirty blonde traipsed in behind him, speaking a mile a minute.

Windex blocked your view with his body, standing between your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here. I think the rats are moving in for scraps.” He pulled at your legs to slide you off the counter, but you anchored yourself with your hands.

“I think I’m gonna stay a little longer,” you told him, and because your subtlety is nonexistent, your eyes flicked over to the boy and his friend. Windex caught on quickly, glancing between you two and scoffing dryly.

“Right,” he said. “Have fun with that. Just don’t be surprised if his dick is softer than his hands.”

You straightened. “You can go now.”

He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away.

“You guys can give it up,” he shouted over the music and the jeering. “King Steve is here!”

The guys all groaned, dropping everything and abandoning ship.

One of them threw his cigarette into Steve’s brand new cup of liquor and it flamed. Steve jumped back, tossing the drink away from him. You gasped.

“What the hell?” Steve was giving the guy what for? but everyone else was staring at Windex. Steve’s drink was seeping into his flannel shirt, a blotch of brown over the forest-green. Thankfully the flame didn't last, so he was only soggy and unhappy.

“Real nice, bud,” Windex bit out. “My shirt is fucked.”

Steve’s friend spoke up.

“Tell your idiot friends not to make molotovs out of his damn drink, then, bud.”

“Rob, stop. Let’s just go, they were here first.”

“No, please, your highness. She’s all yours.” Windex shot a look your way, and then him and the rest of them went away.

With the guys gone, the typical kitchen crowd started reappearing. Steve and his friend seemed content to lean against the island and people watch.

You assumed she was his girlfriend after a while, but then a pretty redhead appeared and whisked her away, their fingers nervously interlocked.

Steve made his way over soon after.

“Hey.” There’s an art to charming guys, and you were always naturally talented at it. You’d dip your chin and look up through your lashes, and speak just a smidge too quiet so they’d have to lean in to hear you.

Steve, however, didn’t lean in. His mouth pulled into a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um, fine.” He glanced behind you. “Would you grab me a paper towel?”

Twisting around, you found the roll on its spool under the cabinet and frowned. The section tore off cleanly and you slid it across the counter to him.

“I remember you, now,” you said before he could escape. “From school. You’re the ladykiller.”

He blew a breath out and ran a hand through his hair. You remembered that, too.

“That’s not something I’m really proud of.” He winced. “I’m trying to leave it behind.”

A throaty giggle sprang out of you.

“I don’t know if spilling drinks on people is a step in the right direction.” You were joking, but he frowned.

“Yeah, I’m, uh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Are you?” You squinted.

“No,” he said with retroactive irritation. “He was being a prick. They all were. But I’m sorry for you.”

A scoff rolled out of you, slightly affronted.

“Gee, thanks.” You folded your arms and leaned back into the cabinet. “Is this how you charm all the girls? By feeling sorry for them?”

“I don’t do much charming,” he muttered. You raised a skeptical brow. “Anymore.”

Laughing, you lifted your butt to grab the pack of smokes you had stashed away in your back pocket.

“Clearly. I’m starting to think you’re actually here for the paper towel.” Kicking a leg out, you grazed his hip with your sneaker while you pulled a cigarette out.

Steve watched you light it, something churning behind his eyes.

“I don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost too quiet for you to catch. He was shaking his head.

“Hm?” Blowing your first drag out into the kitchen, you relaxed a little further in your perch.

“Just…in school, guys always talked about you like you were odd. Freaky.” He shrugged. “You just seem like a girl to me.”

Your brows pinched, conflicted. “Oh.”

Steve kept eyeing your smoke. When he realized he wasn’t being subtle enough, he turned to gaze out at the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Yknow, I always wondered what you thought of them.”

You looked out into the kitchen, but there was no identifiable person that he was talking about.

“Who?”

Ruffling the back of his hair a bit, he said, “The guys you’d talk to.”

You hummed. Ashed your cigarette onto his forgotten paper towel.

“You mean why I liked them?”

“No, just—” Steve paused. Intrigued, you scooted to the edge of the counter to listen closer.

“Just what you were thinking.” Steve kicked his sneaker into the floor. “You looked kinda far away most of the time.”

A smile crept over your face.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you muttered, swaying your feet. You tried to sum your thoughts up without being long-winded.

“I think…they’re bored.” Steve looked at you and you added, “And sad.” Smiling bitterly, you looked away. “Mostly sad.”

Steve's laugh was hollow as he rubbed his cheek with the flat of his hand.

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

You shared a look, and then shared a silence as you finished your cigarette. When you were done, you stubbed it briskly and leaned forward onto your hands again.

“Hey, so.” You cleared your throat. “I think I’m gonna go. And if I leave on my own, at least one of those guys is gonna follow me. I know you’re not interested, but, um…”

Smiling at him—a real smile, not a simper or a manipulation—you asked, “Do me a favor and walk me out?” Steve looked unsure, so you added, “You can come right back. If you don’t want people to think…”

Nodding slowly, Steve came and helped you hop down. You tried to concern yourself as little as possible with his big hands, with how automatic his decision to help you was. You failed miserably, especially when he started guiding you out by the small of your back.

Windex was shirtless on the couch, talking at a new girl who wore a thousand-yard-stare that rivaled yours. He stilled when you passed, watching the both of you with contempt, but didn’t stop you.

Outside was chilly, being night and near-October in Hawkins. You rubbed your arms over the thin sleeves of your shirt and sucked in a shaky breath. It came out as steam.

“Thanks,” you said cheerily, giving Steve's forearm a small grateful squeeze. “I’ll see you ‘round.”

You probably wouldn’t.

The gravel driveway loomed before you, and you started your trek with a huff.

“What are you doing?”

You spun around to see Steve looking at you, perplexed.

“I’m walking home.”

Steve's face flickered with emotion before he shook his head insistently.

“Uh-uh. Let’s go.” Shoving his hand into a pocket, he produced his keys and started toward a BMW.

“What? Steve, no, it’s fine. I do it all the time.”

The passenger door was already open.

“Get in the car, crazy.”

Shifting where you stood, you found yourself tempted to do just that. You glanced at the house.

“People will think—“

“That’s fine.”

A beat passed between you, and then a cold gust of wind pushed you into the cushy leather seat, and Steve closed the door behind you.

When he slid into the driver's side you asked, “What about your friend?”

He smiled. “She left a while ago.”

“Oh.” Nodding, you relaxed. Steve put the car in reverse and turned the radio up, and you laughed outright.

Springsteen was on.

thank you for reading! 🌝

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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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Roger really DOES have mad girldad energy and I am feral.

Welcome to my walls btw, it's hot af in Florida, so lmk if you need a popsicle/hj

Just. Omfg imagine Toki and Buggy bonding SO MUCH and Toki is the one who helps Buggy find Her Style and Her Confidence. Oden also has Big Himbo Dad Emergy too, so I bet he'd just be like ":000 a GIRL! WONDERFUL!!! I shall have TWO daughters!"

Roger ofc takes big offense to that and it becomes a shipwide brawl over who gets to be her dad, and Buggy is just laughing, crying, pickpocketing everyone. Only like. Three fellas even have the driving NEED to call her their daughter, they just love the chaos. Shanks is just left GAPING bc ofc he loves Buggy, he always has, always will, but the way she was smiling, the way she's just beaming at the acceptance, no matter how dramatic it is - by Davy Jones, it steals his breath away.

Whatever you do tho, don't imagine Toki dressing Buggy up in traditional Wano attire. Don't imagine Toki taking on the role of aunt or big sister and sharing this culture with Buggy. Teaching her the ways of warriors from her homeland, the codes and dress and recipes. Don't imagine Toki telling Buggy "family secrets" like recipes, fighting styles, etc. Don't imagine Toki just easily saying that of course Buggy needs to know these things! Blood is but the fluid of life, and love is what makes a family - and Buggy has so much love to give, so much to receive, and Toki calls her a child of Wano in heart and soul, in all the ways that matter should Buggy want that.

And Buggy, who has only ever wanted to BELONG, oh she accepts without hesitation.

Leaving Toki behind was hard, but she gifts Buggy an heirloom of sorts, a hair piece that she keeps either tucked under her beanie or safe in a chest, anchored to the floor of her room ((or hidden carefully with Devil Fruit powers)).

The day Toki manages to make/get a suitably sized kimono for Buggy, maybe for a party on the ship, maybe a birthday celebration ((and here I insert my Wano Culture Headcanons, that there's a birthday where children transition to young adults, and it's similar to a quinceñera but different, partially because it's done at 13, and then a second one at 18, a five year period of growth, life compared to butterflies, and so Toki convinces the crew to do these for the Cabin Kids-))

Buggy comes out, hair done, kimono flawless and bright and bold and so very her, a quiet joy on her face, and the crew is FLABBERGASTED.

Roger is sobbing.

Rayleigh has suddenly aged 20 years because oh shit oh gods she's going to be beautiful as an adult, oh damn it all he's gonna have to beat men off of her-

Shanks is caught between swooning, wanting to tackle her, and remembering just how the heck breathing works.

((Roger, Rayleigh, Crocus and Oden do rock paper scissors to get the first dance with her, and it dissolves into a fist fight somehow. Shanks gets involved and bites them. Toki takes the first dance.))

I have. So many emotions about transfem Buggy, bestie, send help it's all my brain can think about.

It's okay, I miss hot weather because here in Spain I am freezing and I am a spring child. My spiritual flower is a sunflower. I need the SUN. I NEED TO GO INTO THE FLAMES. So I'll stay there happily.

Please, Toki would so adopt Buggy. And Oden would be THRILLED. He'll see them getting along and he'd instantly say they look like mother and daughter. Buggy would be shy about it but Toki would probably laugh and say "Oh! Do we really? What do you think, Bugs?" and it's just,, So sweet,, Oden loves her a lot and he can't wait to see his Hiyori grow up too. Roger would be FURIOUS when he hears that because he "found her first" which, you know, true, but it's a weird way of saying that's his daughter. Anyway- Rayleigh would be so fucking done with everything. They'd fight about it and Buggy would actually have the time of her life because she feels important and flashy for once in a long time, and she'd laugh oh so beautifully at them when talking with Shanks about it in their room. Like she'd just laugh at the situation and Shanks is still not getting used to his very very not platonic feelings for his best friend. But he'd enjoy his time with her. He's just going a bit insane.

I can't stop thinking now about Buggy finally finding a place to belong. She's been lost for so long,, Feeling left out. And now Toki has gifted her with the most precious treasure there is: A home. Belonging. And I am so so emotional right now. Toki would be so proud of her and Buggy would just be so thankful. If Buggy called her 'mom' at some point, she'd feel embarrassed right away, but Toki would probably fight the tears and hug her close. Going crazy, really. All the men in Buggy's life fighting for her first dance,, Rayleigh just knows he'll have to fight all the men that hurt his precious star. And Shanks is starting to think about that too and the thought of Buggy dating somebody else makes him sick, so perhaps he needs to start with a plan to confess finally (he's so asking Toki about it. I'm gonna cry). Roger crying because he wants to enjoy every second he has left with her... It kills me.

I just know that to this day, Buggy still thinks about Toki as her mom. She never mentions it to anybody, but she feels such a strong connection to Wano and she's dying to go there finally someday. She might have not been born there, but her soul belongs there. And it's just so sweet. I am sobbing, thank you. Every time she does her hair, she feels Toki's hands instead of hers and she remembers everything she taught her,,,

Now I have on my mind a very silly Shuggy thought about Shanks trying to flirt with Buggy but failing miserably (because he's a kid and he only knows how to tease her or follow Roger's advice which are, um, not good) and Buggy just being so done and exhausted. She can't stand him! He's so annoying! Sometimes she doesn't know if she wants to punch him or kiss him! And she doesn't even know if Shanks likes her back because he keeps acting stupid. And she goes to Toki for advice and she's like "oh, darling... Men are stupid. Do you know why you felt smarter than them when you were unaware of being a girl? Well, one of the reasons is that Shanks is a kid. He's dumb. But he loves you and cares so much for you... He's just having a hard time trying to make his way to your heart" / "But he-! He's so damn- Ugh. He's such an idiot. He already did, and he just doesn't know because he can't see it and I can't stand him-" / "Well, maybe you should be the one telling him, huh?" / "What?! No! And give him the satisfaction of thinking I fell first?! I'd rather die. No. He has to make the first move". And now Toki is involved (like the rest of the crew because Shuggy is a whole teen drama) in their love story because Buggy keeps complaining about men being stupid and Shanks keeps saying he doesn't get how Buggy can't see he's in love with her.

#i think we're soulmates anon you always write exactly what i'm thinking :((#this is just so beautiful i am sobbing and now i want to write countless fics about this #god i swear this whole thing made my day #thank you so much for your asks really <333 #fem buggy lives in my mind rent free forever i love her so much she's so important to me #one piece #buggy the clown #fem buggy #kozuki toki #roger pirates #red haired shanks #shuggy

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hannahbarberra162 · 5 months ago

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As unlikely as it is, now I'm just thinking about someone trying to assassinate the reader in an attempt to sabotage Whitebeard's recovery. Whether it's someone who somehow knows of you coming across you one of the few times you're allowed off the ship(with supervision of course) or if it's Teach trying to kill you after Thatch so Pops will be weaker for Marineford

You nonnies are so talented!! You’re making me wanna write more of the story. I didn’t plan for more than this one shot so if I do I’m gonna have to think about the story arc.

There’s no way Marco is letting you off that ship. Maybe if you held hands the entire time (yandere when?). You’re literally Whitebeard’s lifeline, you’re the most precious thing on that ship. That being said, I could see your idea being one of two things.

Blackbeard, like you mentioned. He would try for sure to weaken WB through some kind of underhanded dealing. That’s his style throughout the story. I don't know if he would have enough time between killing Thatch / getting away but he's crafty so maybe.

Assassins from Donquixote Doflamingo. There’s a theory (which I support) that WB’s medicine was supplied from Joker / Doflamingo. So Doflamingo might hear through an insider that you’re helping WB’s recovery with your blood. Doflamingo obviously isn’t coming himself, not his style. He wouldn’t send someone who was notably connected to his crew - he’s not going to provoke WB outright. But he'd send someone strong to try his luck.

If someone tries, the WB crew is going to go ballistic. First of all, you’re needed for Pops's sake, so messing with you is messing with WB. Also, it’s like kicking a puppy. You’re defenseless and just a civilian who didn’t ask to be on their ship. But you’re their defenseless civilian. So expect a full retaliation from an Emperor’s crew.

You were shaking uncontrollably, still curled up in Marco’s arms. Even though the attack had probably lasted less than a minute, you couldn’t stop replaying the moments over and over in your head. You’d been reclining in your chair, like always, arm outstretched as blood was taken from your arm. You’d been reading quietly, enjoying your new story about escaping from a guarded tower. You coughed once, trying to clear your throat from something that had started bothering it. Coughing didn’t help so you took a sip of water from your cup. That made everything worse, you were gasping for air, unable to breathe. It felt like your throat was closing quickly, leaving no room for air to enter as you tried to get in a breath of air. You twisted around, ripping the IV out of your arm, trying to get in a better position to breathe. You felt like you were drowning without being in the water as spots started forming in your vision. Outside of the window you saw an unfamiliar face making some kind of movement with his hands. He was watching you disinterestedly, like your death was something that needed to be checked off a to do list.

You were on the verge of passing out when blue flames entered your peripheral vision. A moment later and your throat opened, allowing you to take in gulps of air. You sucked in as much as you could, trembling with the effort. Soon you felt Marco’s hands roving over your body, checking you for damage.

“It’s alright, you’re going to be ok. Take a deep breath yoi.” You couldn’t - you couldn’t get enough air in and what if you stopped breathing again it felt like you were dying. You felt Marco pick you up and situated you on his lap as he sat himself on the floor. He held you and rubbed your back, trying to get you to breathe deeply. You’d never been so close to Marco before, he was warmer than you expected. After a while your breathing deepened and you belatedly realized you were covered in blood from when you ripped out the tubing.

“I’m sorry that happened to you yoi. It won’t happen again.”

“Who was that?”

“Doesn’t matter now. Just focus on relaxing.” You tried your best but surviving your first assassination attempt was harrowing. A few moments later an angry Ace entered the room. “Full Commander meeting in five minutes. Exterior breach, devil fruit user. Prepare for escalation.” Marco fired off his statements to Ace, who nodded and left. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything,” Marco said, planting a kiss on the top of your head to your surprise. “No one hurts our little bird.”

#asks are fun #tw blood

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cozage · 1 year ago

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The Daughter's Return: Month 1

Stories around the Breakfast Grill

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This idea was sent to me by my good friend @kimahrii and by Anonymous! CW: Some light reader past trauma Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 2.7k

“Thatch!” you yelled, peeking your head inside the kitchen. “Fruit for breakfast again?! Where’s the bacon?”

“Sorry kid,” Thatch apologized, scooping a strange liquid into a bowl. “We’re out of charcoal.”

You scowled. “So make more.”

“We could…but were out of wood, too.”

Your eyes grew wide. “We’re three days from another island!”

“We have food! Just not anything to cook with.”

Ace popped his head in next to you. “You could use me!”

The cooks in the kitchen froze at his words, trying to decide if he was being serious or not. On one hand, the day would be hard without protein. But the last time someone tried to cook food…

You laughed. “Thatch doesn’t let people do that.”

“No,” Marco appeared from the supply closet, clearly digging for his own rations. “Thatch doesn’t let you do that. Since you almost burned down the ship last time.”

You pouted at him, your cheeks turning bright red in remembrance. “I was eleven!”

“And a walking fire hazard,” Marco grumbled and went back to the storage closet. Ace was grinning at you, but he could tell you were embarrassed, so he didn’t want to press the story any further at the moment.

“So, eggs and bacon?” Ace walked to the cooler area and reached for the eggs and meat. Thatch scowled at him but passed off the paste that he had been preparing to another crewmate, and picked up a frying pan.

“I’m cooking,” Thatch said, gathering a few ingredients. “I don’t trust you heathens to do it properly.”

“Yay!” you cheered. Thatch always came through for you, in some way or another. You were a lousy cook anyway, even if he had tried to teach you.

Ace wrapped his arm around you and led you out of the kitchen and onto the deck, both of you thrilled with the victory.

“Grab some water buckets!” Thatch called after you. You rolled your eyes but did as you were told.

You and Ace headed up to the secluded part of the deck, buckets in hand. Ace laid down on the deck, giving you a wink and placing his hat atop your head as he spread out.

“So,” Ace said, bathing in the morning sunlight. “You’re gonna have to tell me about this fire hazard thing, you know.”

Before you could answer, you heard footsteps coming up behind you.

“She was a fire hazard for years,” Marco griped, sitting down next to you. You groaned, wanting to crawl away and find a hole to hide in. Marco knew it all, and he certainly wouldn’t spare the details.

A chorus of voices laughed from behind him, and you realized that Ace would now have an audience as he was cooking the food. Surely everyone was coming to see if he would suffer the same humiliation as you had in the past.

“She burned everything she touched when she was younger,” Marco said. “And oh boy, you couldn’t criticize her at all without getting a flaming rock shot at you. Thankfully her aim wasn’t very good.”

“Really?” Ace was grinning, looking over at you. You tipped his hat lower to avoid making eye contact with him, but you could see him trying to catch your attention.

You could feel your cheeks starting to burn, and you could hear the sound of your hair around the tips of your ears starting to fry. You could only hope that Ace’s lucky hat wouldn’t have burn marks when you returned it to him.

Curiel laughed. “She was! How do you think Thatch got that scar around his eye?”

You stared at the ground, knowing you were giving yourself away. Most of the commanders didn’t even notice your embarrassment. They loved making fun of you, even if it was a sensitive subject in your mind.

“Ah, it’s no biggie.” Thatch gave you a playful wink, sitting down on the other side of you. “I gotta think of a cooler story though. Telling people I was beat up by a seven-year-old doesn’t sound as cool as you think it does.”

The rest of the crew laughed, and you gave a polite smile yourself, trying to bury the shame you felt at that story. You had never meant to hurt Thatch, and seeing that scar made your mind cloud with guilt some days.

You felt a hand wrap around yours, giving you a light squeeze. You met Ace’s eyes finally, and he gave you a little smile, letting you know it was okay. He wouldn’t judge you. He wouldn’t laugh at you.

“Let’s get crackin’.” Thatch passed the eggs over to you, along with a bowl and a whisk. “Just scrambled today. Nothing fancy.”

You gave a nod and released Ace’s hand to pick up the eggs and begin preparing breakfast. You had done this a million times before, ever since you could remember.

When you were little, Thatch pulled up a chair for you to stand on and taught you how to crack an egg. People told him it took you 5 times longer than anyone else in the kitchen, but Thatch made you stick with it, even when you were ready to explode with anger. You had been mad at him then, but now you could crack eggs more skillfully than most of the cooks in the kitchen.

Thatch began preparing bacon while you cracked the eggs, and Marco began cutting scallions and mushrooms to add to your bowl.

Thatch looked around nervously. “We’ve got water, right? In case it gets out of hand?”

“Dude,” Ace laughed, looking very nonchalant as he got comfortable on the deck. “Stop freaking out. I can handle it.”

“Heard that before,” Thatch mumbled, shooting a glance your way. “Okay Ace, light it up.”

Ace skillfully created low flames from his torso, keeping them contained but burning hot. Thatch carefully lined the bacon on the pan and then placed it on Ace’s stomach, watching it carefully. The second division commander gave a light chuckle, but kept the flames under control.

Thatch still didn’t seem convinced, though. He didn’t take his eyes off it, looking for any sign of disaster.

“Relax, Thatch,” Ace assured him. “You can put the bacon right on me if you want.”

Thatch physically grimaced at the offer. “That would be a major health hazard. When’s the last time you even showered?”

Ace bit his lip, trying to recall. “Do I have to answer that?”

Thatch gagged at his answer, but Marco chuckled to himself as he examined the vegetables, clearly lost in his own world. “Y/N, do you remember that month you dressed up as a scarecrow?”

“Because of the seagulls!” Rakuyo chimed in. “You were…four?”

“Oh,” Ace grinned, looking up at you. You didn’t look as mortified as you had for the previous story, and Ace was dying to hear more about your childhood. “A scarecrow, huh?”

“Yeah,” Rakuyo said. “She thought the seagulls were going to eat our vegetable garden, so every day she dressed up as a scarecrow to keep them away.”

“Too bad she didn’t realize that once we left land, we left the seagulls too!” Vista bellowed, joining in on the fun. “But hey, she was determined to stand there all day. She was convinced that standing there kept the seagulls away!”

“You guys told me it was working!” you blushed, your cheeks glowing from embarrassment.

“Damn straight we did,” Marco said, adding his ingredients to your bowl. “Kept you out of our hair for most of the day.”

You rolled your eyes. “How did I even like you as a kid? You were so mean to me! And you weren’t even a good babysitter!”

“Oh my god!” Jozu yelled, laughing to himself. “Do you guys remember when Marco let Y/N have 3 shots? He got a six-year-old hammered!”

Now it was Marco’s turn to turn red. “Now, now!” Marco defended. “That was not my fault! I turned away for thirty seconds!”

Ace was clearly humored by the story because his flames shot up, increasing the heat level.

“Hey!” Thatch hissed. “Keep it under control.”

You must’ve really scarred that man. In more ways than one. He was paranoid about everything now.

“You know what she told me?” Marco continued. “ ‘It’s in a little glass so it must be for little people.’ Three shots. In thirty seconds. And it was the good stuff, too!”

“I think I recall her claiming it tasted like candy juice,” Thatch chuckled.

“Coconut juice,” you corrected. “But it was sweet like candy.”

“You were drunk off your ass!” Marco yelled. “At six years old! And you were a mean drunk, too!”

“Shouldn’t have let me drink, then,” you shrugged, grinning at him. It was nice for the heat to be on someone else.

“Why do you think you weren’t allowed at parties until you were 13?!” Marco hissed. “Man, I was in so much trouble that night.”

“If I recall correctly-” Fossa had a grin on his face, showing he definitely did remember correctly. “Marco was put on babysitting duty all night for the drunk kid.”

“God, I didn’t sleep a wink! That was one of the scariest moments of my life. I thought for sure you were going to die. But you didn’t even throw up! You just giggled yourself to sleep and then slept like a rock all night!”

“Even then, you could handle your alcohol,” Thatch chuckled, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“And then that time you ran away!” Marco groaned. “That was probably the most scared I’ve been in my life, actually. God, I was sure I was Pops was going to kill me for losing you.”

Ace perked up, interested in your rebellion. “Ran away?”

“I was five!” you shouted. “And you weren’t listening to me!”

“We had to go grocery shopping, which you agreed to do!”

“I was bored! I would’ve found my way back!”

“Like hell you would’ve,” Marco shot back. “You would’ve found your way straight to a Naval Base.”

“Oh, I will need this story,” Ace said, instantly intrigued. He tried to turn to face you and Marco, but Thatch smacked him back into place.

“You have food on you, in case you forgot,” Thatch scolded. “Stay still.”

“She ran from Marco and got picked up by some bounty hunters,” Jozu explained, ignoring the ongoing bickering you and Marco were partaking in. “They were taking her to a Naval Base to turn her in for her bounty.”

Ace raised his eyebrow at you, trying not to laugh. “How’d you get away from them?”

You shrugged. “They ran off. Marco grabbed me and took me back to the ship before they came back.”

“That is not what happened,” Marco cackled. “That is not what happened at all.”

A few others joined in on the laughter, but you didn’t understand. That’s exactly how you remembered it. “What are you talking about?” you asked, looking around.

“Don’t act modest!” Rakuyo called out, like he was trying to pull out a story that you weren’t aware of.

“Come on,” Ace begged. “Tell me.”

“I don’t…” you trailed off, looking at Marco for help. You really thought that was the story. You were certain Marco had rescued you.

Marco watched you closely, trying to see if you were bluffing. “Holy shit,” he mumbled after a few moments. “Did nobody tell you?”

“When exactly was that supposed to come up?” Thatch replied softly, taking the scrambled eggs and pouring them into the pan.

“What?” you demanded. “What happened?”

“You killed those guys,” Vista said, chuckling at his own words. “After you ate that fruit, you set off an explosion. Marco went to investigate, and found you at the heart of it all.”

“No.” You laughed nervously, looking around the deck at everyone’s faces. Vista was always making up absurd stories; making fun of how gullible you could be. You refused to fall for it again. “I was five. I couldn’t have done that.”

“You did.” Marco leaned across you and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate.

“No,” you reiterated. “I remember you coming and getting me. I remember-”

“The crater you left? The ash? How exhausted you were after?” Marco asked, pressing you to remember. “You told me that those guys were trying to grab you, and then they just disappeared. You think they had time to run away?”

You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to believe him.

It’s not like it mattered. You had killed plenty of people, both accidentally and intentionally. And those two men weren’t good people. They had wanted you dead. You were just a kid when it happened, too. It was so long ago, the details were fuzzy when you thought back to it.

But still. How had you not realized that they had died by your hand? Had you chosen to be oblivious for this long? Had a part of you realized what you had done and tried to block it out?

“Badass,” Ace said. He patted your knee gently, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

“Yeah.” You gave a weak smile, trying to show that it wasn’t bothering you.

Thankfully, Thatch finished up his breakfast cooking at just the right time, and everyone immediately forgot what you had been talking about. They were far more interested in food than in embarrassing stories from your childhood.

Ace extinguished his flames and jumped up to grab food. You watched everyone, trying to force yourself to move, but you couldn’t. You were stuck thinking about those men.

Thankfully Ace fought the other commanders for double portions and came back with plates for each of you.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah.” You shook your head a little, trying to clear it and the old memories that had resurfaced.

“It was nice hearing about your childhood,” Ace said, picking up some bacon. “You sounded cute.”

“They’re going to pay for those stories,” you grumbled, shoving eggs into your mouth.

“I was told they have some really old bounty posters of you too. I heard you might even be missing a tooth in one of your younger ones.”

You shot him a glare. “You better not go looking for them.”

“Oh darling,” he shot you a mischievous grin. “You know that the first thing I’m going to do after this. And I can’t wait to see them.”

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