#wanted to draw all the robins like this but I simply do not have time :(
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some birds
#art#dc comics#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#batfam#wanted to draw all the robins like this but I simply do not have time :(#I'll get to em eventually.......
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Tim who does crochet.
Itâs Dick who is given the first gift, long before Tim is Robin and even before he knows who Robin is.
It was simply because he was a kind kid who had been there to witness something horrible and wanted to comfort the poor boy he saw sobbing off two lost loved ones.
Little Tim walked up to Dick with the crochet elephant that was admittedly a little funky looking and held it up to him without making eye contact. He had hidden the small plushie from his parents lest they disapprove of his hobby, just like they did with drawing and skating.
Dick had beamed happily and held onto the toy, saying it was so cute and how Tim should be so happy to have it.
Tim had frowned and shook his head, âItâs for you, Mister Grayson. Itâs Tifa.â
Never had Tim seen someone so in awe of his creation as he did in that moment and it made him beam just like Dick had been.
Once Dick took the little elephant into his hands Tim had bolted away.
Bruce was next, being gifted a big fluffy jumper on his first birthday after loosing Jason. It was a soft, light green with too long sleeves that went over his ass. It was big, far too big, and thick enough that it might even be too hot in autumn.
He didnât wear it for a while, mainly because he ignored the big wrapped present Tim had left in his room out of guilt and shame and even a little frustration.
When he opened it up he put it on and promptly broke down, finding the feeling more similar to a hug than he thought something non-hug could get.
He wore it in front of Tim once to show he appreciated it and then wore it whenever he was injured.
Steph got a few things, mainly tops and one big blanket that he gave her after they reconnected when she came back. It had been his way of saying he forgave her and wanted to be her friend again without using words.
Cass got a big poncho with a hood that was rainbow, bright and loud while still capable of hiding her when she felt she couldnât be seen.
It took a long time for him to make Jason anything after he came back. When he did, him and Tim avoided each other for over a year until Tim overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about how sad it was to not see his two bright boys getting along.
Alfred had been pouring tea with the pot he made a kettle warmer snug with Lilly of the Vally on it when he said it.
So, Tim had searched through his old photos of Jasonâs Robin and made himself recall those old ideals and awe. He made himself remember what Jason also had ripped from him and, while it wouldnât change or excuse how Jason had brutalised him, it made him understand him more.
He decided that instead of joining to Jason and having a heart to heart, that he should do what all bats did and start off without saying a thing.
He makes Jason a blanket that took him over a month of a floral book cover of Jane Ire.
Tim was relived when it was done and simply left it laid out on Jasonâs bed in his latest hideout with a note that said,
âI know little about Jane Ire, maybe you could tell me about it sometime?
~ Tim. D.â
Jason had sent him a text a day later to say he could send him a copy with his annotations if he wanted.
It wasnât long after Tim had read the book, taking twice as long with all the notes Jason had left in it, that he was then left to make something for Damian.
Naturally, he didnât want to at first.
Also naturally, he got bored and wanted to make another animal after seeing Tifa again. She was cute, but a little munted with age.
He took one look at Titus and promptly made a plan to create him with crochet. He wanted to give it to Bruce after he was done, but heâs only an asshole when he finds it entertaining.
At heart, heâs a kind boy, so he gives it to Damian.
When he gets an actual, verbal thank you from the new Robin, he makes Alfred the Cat and Ace, then finally Bat-cow and Goliath.
The best thing heâs made, according to Duke, is Signals first ever fan made merch that he wears nearly all the time.
Kate says that wrong because the leg warmers he made for winter patrols have apparently saved her life.
Salina would say itâs actually the cat pawed mittens he made her when he was twelve and never told Bruce about.
#batfam#tim drake#bat family#dc comics#batfamily#dc universe#dc#tim drake is red robin#tim drake is a menace#damian wayne#dick grayson#tim drake centric#Jason Todd#Alfred pennyworth#Bruce Wayne#Kate Kane#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#crochet#headcannons
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candle shopping
trafalgar law x strawhat!reader
smut! a lil ooc rough law hehe
nsfw, wc: 3.4k, lowercase intended !
a boring day on the sunny draws law to go âcandle shoppingâ from your personal collection. it accidentally escalates to something deeper than meant to be
being stuck on a ship in the middle of the ocean with the strawhats was not the most ideal for law. they were loud, obnoxious, and have no concept of personal space. law would often find himself locked away in rooms to find some peace and quite from the hectic crew.
the only strawhat he could bear being around was you. you had the personality to match with the others humors, but he would discover a completely different side whenever he found himself on the deck at night starring at you while you rambled about how endless the sea was. he could have spent the time lost away in books, but in reality he didnt mind exchanging his time with you. that was more than he could say about any of the strawhats.
law knew something was wrong with him when he looked forward to seeing you during breakfast. the way you appeared in his view made made his mind generate hundreds of thoughts at once. sometimes he would curse himself and avoid looking at you all together. this tactic didnt last long since you were always asking him something.
âhey law do you need any sugar for your coffee?â you held out the small container with sugar cubes
he never added sugar in his coffee, but how could he resist when you asked him so earnestly? how could he say no when you made the effort to think about him?
he took two and added them to his cup as he watched you make jokes with luffy about eating sea monsters for lunch. he was starring at you again before he realized it.
you on the other hand were no stranger to how the surgeon was the slightest bit friendlier to you. he didnt immediately leave when you approached him like when others did. hell, he actually made an effort to converse with you when you said something.
during one uneventful afternoon laying on the lawn you decided to check on your friends to see if they were doing anything interesting. you found luffy, usopp, and chopper fishing at the side of the sunny. their activity seemed more boredom-inducing than yours. you found zoro doing his usual 2000 pushups which were apart of his training routine. you found sanji prepping vegetables for his next meal. you saw nami and robin enjoying the weather laying on chairs on the deck. you found brook cleaning his violin while being told an ailen story by franky. everyones activities just seemed uneventful. you thought of your next stop on your checking-in-with-friends train.
knowing where to find the last subject, you headed to the library of the sunny. you found law nose-deep in some mundane book.
âheâs probably the most uninteresting person to check up on.â you thought to yourself. law heard the door open. he simply didnât care enough to look up to know who entered, or give a thought of acknowledgment when the unknown person approached him. he only withdraws from his book when you sit next to him asking how his day was. you rambled on about how bored you were and how the crew had nothing fun to do.
at this point law would usually get up and go somewhere else secluded to finish his book. he wanted to, but something was holding him back. maybe it was the way you talked, or the way your hair fell perfectly over your shoulders, or how your confidence radiated when you held his eye contact. he would never admit how he would give anything just to hear you say his name on a loop. it made him feel special.
and yet he pushed those feelings deep into his abyss when he replied, trying to sound as cold as possible, âi honestly dont care. im busy so leave me aloneâ law was expecting you to be offended or leave. the last thing he thought he would hear was you bursting into laughter.
âdid i say something embarrassing?â he thought to himself trying to retrace his words exactly.
you shook your head and tossed his book to the side while replying,
âall this reading has made you become the most boring person on this ship! who cares about some variant-strand of a virus whose last infection was recorded 200 years ago?â he kept a cool expression on his face.
you were desperate to find something entertaining to do. realizing how dimly lit the library could be you thought back to your candle stash you kept which had varieties of scents.
âhey, do you like candles?â you asked the raven haired man.
law raised an eyebrow suspiciously, âcandles? why would you ask that?â
you lit up finally finding an activity to pass the time with. you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the girls cabin, âlets take you candle shopping!â
this was laws first time entering the girls cabin of the ship. he never had a reason to. he was quite surprised to see how much more spacious, cleaner, and taken care of it was compared to the boys. your bed was made, and it looked like heaven to the heavily sleepy-induced doctor who constantly disregarded his insomniac habits.
you rummaged under your bed and pulled out a bag with different colors and sizes of candles. you put the bag on your bed and pulled out candles one by one.
law stared in an utter state of confusion. you popped the top off of one and handed it to him, âsmell this and see if you like itâ
at first the doctor quietly refused, trying to hand the candle back so he could go back to reading. you huffed and dragged him to sit on your bed, âif youre gonna coop yourself in that library all day like a chicken you might as well take a candle with you. its so dimly lit i dont get how you can read at night. now find one that you like! dont worry i wont charge you.â you winked playfully at the doctor
law fought the blood threatening to rise to his cheeks. he gave up and started âcandle shoppingâ through your pile. he smelt some that were vanilla heavy, fruit heavy, lavender heavy, tobacco heavy (he hated that one specifically), and more. they all left him feeling unimpressed.
you thought for what the man sitting next to you would enjoy. you grabbed another candle that was a shade of deep green. you read the label and handed it to him. âthis one has notes of deep forest, sandalwood, and fresh spring water.â law smelt it not expecting much.
he was pleasantly surprised to find how he actually liked this scent. you were excited to see if he found a candle that fit his interests, âdo you like that one? should i light it for you??â
he saw at your excitement radiating off of you. how could he say no when you went to the extent to find him something he liked? how could he say no when you cared this much about him? he silently handed the candle back.
you cleared away the other rejected candles and got off your bed. you ordered law to lay down as you lit the candle carefully, âyou need to relax to be able to fully enjoy the energy it offers! try to get comfortable.â
he was astonished at your directness, âyou want me to.. lay down on your bed? itâs made and ill just get it messy.â
you shook your head and pushed him to lay down. you carefully placed the candle on the floor right next to the bed, âclose your eyes and really try to relax trafalgarâ
he felt a warm sensation spread in his stomach when you said his name. he was left with no choice but to close his eyes. the scent of the wax filled the room gradually. it wasnât a scent that was overpowering. he could still smell you on your sheets with the candleâs notes lingering in the background.
you stay quite as you watched the once stoic man fade into a state of relaxation. you were feeling proud of your succession.
law heard footsteps starting to approach the door of the cabin followed by laughter of the other two female members. his once relaxed state quickly washed away not wanting to be caught. he wasnât just in the girls cabin. he was in your bed. who knows what the strawhats would think of him? he gave you a look of alarm.
as the cabin knob twisted you quickly jumped into bed and pulled the covers up. you were on your side with your back facing the door trying your best to conceal the tattooed man. your legs were practically tangled with each other. mere centimeters was the distance between your faces. you shushed him quietly and pushed him slightly lower while hiding his hat under your bed.
the door opened as the two females walked in. nami saw you in bed and wondered what was wrong, âhey y/n is everything okay?â
nico robin hummed, âits not like you to be in bed in the middle of the dayâ
you faked a cough trying to convince them of you feeling unwell, âi just wanted to lay down for a bit.â
nami replies, âif you want me to ask sanji to make you some soup then let me knowâ
you okayâd a response back to her.
law wished he activated his powers before becoming stuck in this predicament. he wished he never got sucked into your side quest. he wish he could be able to say no to you. maybe then he wouldnât have been stuck hiding in bed with you. his hand was naturally placed on your waist as you had left your hand in his hair after trying to push him down. the position was dangerous for him. he looked up at you while you flashed apologetic looks.
you finally noticed your hand slightly tangled in his hair. you tried to move it to make the position less awkward. moving it a few centimeters before opting to return it to its original position to avoid attention being drawn to you. the feeling of your fingers trying to move yet returning back to him made his mind blank out. his eyes turned half lidded as the forestry scent was of the candle made him slightly sink into you. dangerously closer than ever.
you took in every feature of the man right before you. you quietly moved your thumb from the roots of his hair to trace his facial features softly. you dont know what came over you. you ran your thumb lightly across his eyebrow, his nose bridge, then cheek bone, and finally to his lip. you hesitate, resting your thumb on his lower lip, not daring to move it any further.
laws gaze had changed from its previous cold appearance. he looked different from before, as if he wanted you to continue. he needed you to admire his features just like how he admired yours every moment he saw you. both your desperations climbed in attempt to keep quiet. his hold on your waist pulled you ever so slightly closer to him. enough hoping you wouldnât notice. you continued to slowly trace his lower lip, pulling down on it slightly to see how far he would really let you take it.
he shot you a dangerously possessive gaze. it was his turn to return the act. he slowly ran his once resting hand down your waist and down your thigh. your curves fitting perfectly in his hand. he gripped your thigh slightly, which earned a surprised gasp from you.
nami looked back over, completely oblivious to the unsuspecting man in bed with you, âare you sure youâre okay y/n..?â
you responded quicker than you liked to admit, trying to hide the panic in your voice, âim fine really! just a bit of a headache i guess. ill be fine once i take a nap.â you glanced back down at the raven-haired man who pressed a ghosting kiss against your thumb.
you felt your heart skip a beat as your bodyâs heat started to rise. you couldnât believe how daring heâs trying to show you he could be. any moment other than now wouldâve been better to see.
you try to move your legs to untangle them from the man in front of you. you bit your lip as you felt your thigh brush harshly against law in between his legs. you freeze while you feel him harden slightly; member pressing back onto your thigh.
law tried his best for fight these sensations, but it was difficult when all you did was light his body on fire every time you moved. the warm sensation in his stomach from earlier growing into a blaze. he mouthed words at you carefully quiet, âdonât moveâ
you smirk once you realize the position you were in. you were towering over law as he looks at you with eyes which showed slight desperation. you kept tracing his lower lip as you continued to push your thigh against his growing member. you wanted to be the sole reason he fought to make any noise in that moment.
law cursed you silently in his head. he gripped your thigh while digging his fingertips into your skin. he shot you a now threatening look. knowing what you were doing and how you deliberately were doing it to get a kick out of him drove him insane.
he could easily take control of the power dynamic now in place if it hadnât been for the women still in the room. he knew you were taking advantage of the situation. he fought a growl as you trailed your hand from his lip to the collar of his shirt. playing with it innocently while devilishly tormenting the man with your thigh drove you to feel your stomach blaze as well.
the two women bid their farewells as they left the cabin shutting the door behind them. you felt a sense of relief wash over you, but were pulled back into reality when law grabs your ass while slightly grinding himself on your thigh to feel some relief.
he spoke words of venom to you, âyouâre gonna regret this y/n..â
you tilt his chin up to you, reminding him of the power dynamic still in place, âwho says i donât want this?â your words sweet like honey.
law looks back at the door to make sure no more disturbances would bother his current moment with you. he flipped you onto your back and towered over you. hands between your head to support himself.
he leaned down to your ear and spoke while smirking, ânow its my turn to see how quiet you can beâ
your eyes widen once you see the position you were in. the blaze in your body abandoned any rational thinking you had at that moment. you pulled the man down into a sloppy kiss as you tug up on his shirt desperately trying to expose his body.
he pulled the shirt off mid kiss then worked on taking this belt off. you whined for him to hurry while the desperate between your legs painstakingly grew with each passing second. you both pushed the rest of your clothes off in an attempt to not waste anymore time.
law grabbed his member with a slight groan, âlook at what you did to me y/n..â
you couldnt help but feel proud of being able to draw this side of law out. not too long ago he was a mysterious identity on the ship. now he was just mere seconds away from fucking your mind out of you.
he opened pushed open your legs and ripped your panties to the side to give himself more accessibility. you pulled him closer in a desperate attempt to get his member in you. he chuckled deeply at your failed attempt.
he flashed his golden eyes up and down your body, âi should make you wait for being such a tease..â
you shook your head fast. ecstasy completely taking over all your sense, âi didnât mean to do all tha-â
âyou still did it y/nâ he shot back lowly, âi want you to beg for meâ he smiled sadistically down at you.
desperation on your mind left you no other choice, âplease law..â
he raised a brow unimpressed, âthats it? i know you can give me more than y/nâ he slowly moved the head of his member up and down your wet folds to tease you.
you shut your eyes as you spewed a line of noncomprehensive begs. you didnât even understand what you were saying at that point.
once satisfied with your obvious desperation on display law slowly pushed himself into you. the way he disappeared into you made his stomach do flips. your warmth completely captivating him.
you let out a quiet moan as you grip his tattooed biceps. you begged him for more.
every whine and beg drove law further off the edge. granting your wish he started his pace. it was a slow motion which picked up into a faster, harsher rhythm.
law was fascinated with how well your body took him in. every time he pulls to almost abandon your hole you take him back in fully. your moans starting to pick up as the man above you tries to fuck sense back into you, âyou think you can pull stunts like that and get away with it?â he grunts in your ear, trying to suppress his own moans.
the slapping of skin becoming louder with every snap of laws hips hitting you. his rhythm, once steady and strong, starts to falter and get sloppy. your own blaze turning into a burning fire reaching the depths of your stomach. you slapped a hand over your mouth to mask the loud moans escaping your lips. law pushes your hand away and pulls you into a messy kiss while taking in every moan you gave to him. you dig your nails into his shoulders indicating you were climbing fast to your high.
the man above you fucks into you with a rough pace. he made the mistake of looking down at your eyes. the way they glossed over with ecstasy and your eyebrows taking shape of desperation made law lose his rhythm completely. he just vigorously pushed into you chasing his own high. he wanted to take a picture of your sight before him. he knew the way you looked at him would burn into his memory forever. you moaned his name while repeating how close you were. unable to suppress his own moans he started to repeat your name back to you. both your names rolling off each others tongues so effortlessly.
the knot in your stomach pulled so tightly. you felt the harsh waves of ecstasy hit you as your orgasm forces itself onto you. you dig your nails into law while he covers your mouth with his hand. the sight of you moaning mindlessly because of him was enough for his knot to pull. he knew he was dangerously close as well. he continued to fuck into you to chase his high. the overstimulation causing your eyes to roll back slightly.
the sight caused laws own orgasm to hit him faster than he imagined. he pulled out quickly and released himself onto your stomach. he collapsed next to you as you both pant to regain your breaths. he stares at your messy hair, plump lips, and how your chest rises and falls. heâd be lying to himself he if he didnât want to experience seeing you like this all the time. with sweat glistening both your tired bodies he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him.
he mumbles to you tiredly, âyou dont know how long ive been wanting to do that..â
you giggle as you ease into him, âthen you shouldâve done it earlierâ
the crackling of the candle returns you to your senses, âits good we lit a candle before hand..â you laugh tiredly at the ironic situation.
he rolls his eyes while the corner of his lips tug up slightly. he grabbed your chin and kissed you passionately to make up for all the sloppy kisses he gave earlier(he just wants your lips on his any way possible). you cup his cheek and deepen the kiss while smiling. law feels you smiling into the kiss, and it causes him to smile a bit more than he usually would.
even heâd admit that âcandle shoppingâ maybe wasnât the worst thing in the world.
you can find pt.2 here!
#one piece#op#one piece strawhats#one piece x reader#onepiece imagines#law fluff#law one piece#law x reader#law x y/n#law x you#trafalgar d law x you#trafalgar op#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgardwaterlaw#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar law#law smut#law x reader fluff#law x reader smut#trafalgar law smut
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where you belong [1/10]
Summary: As Luffy's big sister, you've viewed it to be your job to see him become King of the Pirates in place of your absent parents, even as you try to find where it is you belong in the world. You never really expected to draw the attention of Trafalgar Law in the process.
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader
Warnings: Discussion of feelings of abandonment, age gap relationship (four years), brief secret relationship, mentions and heavy refences to sex, mentions of alcohol, typical One Piece stuff. Other warnings to be added if needed.
Notes: Hi, it's me again! Another fanfic here for you all! When this goes up, I'll be on my last day of vacation before I fly home, so I hope that you'll enjoy this! I know Straw Hat Reader x Law is popular, and I wanted to write my own, but with the Reader being Luffy's biological older sister. So for this, Reader is three years older than Luffy, 20 at the start and 22 after the timeskip, making Law four years older. I personally like older men, and age gap fics are just delicious reading material for me (within reason, nothing illegal).
Note 2: This is NOT the Law with vitiligo series. That one is actively being planned but will be separate from this one.
âAnd Iâm gonna be King of the Pirates!!â
Luffy standing your tiny dingy boat worries you a little, but you still grin at him and nod.
âHell yeah you will be!â
âYour turn! Whatâre you gonna do while we sail??â
Rolling your eyes, you make Luffy sit down while you stand up.
âEasy. Iâm gonna chronicle your journey and write the greatest story ever told!â
Your younger brother watches you, tilting his head when you donât continue. He believes there has to be more you want out of life, and tries to make you say what else is in your plans, what you have on your mind.
âAnd?â
Taking a breath, you nod. Of course he knew you had more, itâs Luffy, heâs been by your since he was just a few weeks old. Things youâve said over time, to him and Ace, theyâd both known for a long time what youâve always wanted to find once you went out to sea.
âAnd find where it is I belong.â
+!+
Your arrival in Sabaody was a trip, in more than one way. You'd been excited to explore the place, hoping you could pawn your younger brother off on Camie, Pappag, and the others so you could have some time on your own to shop the stalls, maybe with Nami and Robin, turn it into a girlâs day. Of course, though, nothing could be so easy when your brother is the captain of the Straw Hats. You all find yourselves at the human auction hall, Nami willing to spend all the money possible to save Camie, but it makes you itchy while being there. You cringe to think about the things that happened in this place, how many people had been sold to Celestial Dragons. Your and Luffy's loss of Sabo due to the actions of one had severely soured your opinions on them.
You scan the crowd in the auction house, scratching at your arms which never seem to calm down while the rest of your crew discusses their plan to save Camie, and you end up locking eyes with another pirate captain there, unknown to you at that moment but somehow familiar.
A furry white, spotted hat, dark hair you can barely see, oddly enough you think his facial hair is attractive, and those yellow eyes that you almost would believe see right through you.
Trafalgar Law simply stares at you, realizing youâre a Straw Hat when he recognizes the rest of your crewmates. After a moment of fidgeting slightly you give him a nervous smile and a wave, which he returns with a nod before turning back to the auction stage as they continue to call bids on people.
Weird girl.
Strange guy.
Although sheâs busy watching for Camie to be brought out, Nami still leans into you when you pull on her sleeve and start to whisper. âYou see that guy in the white spotted hat?â
âWhat about him?â
âI think heâs Trafalgar Law, captain of the Heart Pirates. Heâs more attractive than his poster makes him.â
Rolling her eyes, Nami pulls her arm away from you. âI donât have time for you to be horny about some guy.â
âWhaâNami!! Iâm not! Iâm just saying.â
She doesnât listen to you anymore, focusing back on waiting for Camie and sending you to watch for Luffy, just so you donât get distracted by the attractive enemy captain and defect to another crew.
You swear you never will, but do as youâre told to watch for your brother. Maybe one day youâll get to properly meet Law, youâre quite curious about the young man.
+!+
âAnother one?! Are you kidding me, Dragon?!â
Youâre three years old when you wake up to your grandfather yelling at someone in the middle of the night. Normally Garp is sure to keep things quiet so you, his sweet little princess angel granddaughter, can sleep peacefully. Heâd leave early in the morning once your nanny showed up for the day, returning before dinner so he had the evenings with you before you had to be off to bed, to do the day over again the next morning. Itâs rare for you to stay up late or wake up early, but the few mornings youâve woken up before he left were some of Garpâs favorites.
You quietly slip out of your bed, blanket in your hand as you rub your eyes and go to the door, opening it just enough to see whatâs happening. Garp is there with someone in a green cloak, you canât see the other personâs face, but listen anyway.
âHeâs the last one, there wonât be anymore.â
âYou said [Y/N] was going to be the only one!â
âThings happened.â
âObviously something happened, babies donât appear out of thin air!â
You tilt your head, the man in the cloak catching your eye, which makes you shy away behind your doorway, glancing away before back to him as he looks to Garp again.
âTake care of them.â He goes to leave and is gone before Garp can even stop him.
âDragon, wait--! ThatâŠdamn idiot.â
âGrandpa?â
Garp is surprised to hear your voice, turning around once he closes the door, giving you a smile while you start to focus on the bundle he's holding.
âHey there, princess, what are you doing up?â
âI heard yellingâŠâ
Nodding, Garp apologizes as he picks you up, letting you settle on his free arm. âSorry about that, angel. Just⊠an unexpected visitor.â
âOhâŠâ
Garp sees you staring more at the bundle of blankets in his arm than at him, and he sighs a bit, taking you to the living room and setting you on the couch, before showing you how to position your arms as he sets the now squirming bundle in your arms.
â[Y/N], this is your baby brother. His name is Luffy.â
How unexpected! Youâve never thought about having a sibling, just enjoying your childhood and life with your grandpa, but seeing this tiny little boy in your just as small arms makes you grin while you look at him. Dark black hair and just as dark eyes, scrunched up little face and tiny hands in fists while he starts to fuss and whine.
âLuffyâŠâ
+!+
LuffyâŠ
You hope your prayers arenât going unheard, that Luffy will return to you safely. Aceâs death has long passed, but youâre more worried about your little brother than anything else right now. Youâd both been sent off to Amazon Lily by Kuma, but after theyâd all agreed to let you both stay, and Boa Hancock seems to have fallen in love with him, Luffy left you there to go rescue Ace, that was nearly three weeks ago now, you think. You want him back, both of them, but want to see Luffy more than anyone else.
âLuffyâs returned, [Y/N]-san!â
âHe has?!â
Marguerite nods and you quickly get up from your seat and run after her to wherever Luffy is. The newspapers kept implying he was dead, you were terrified youâd lost him and Ace that day, no updates from anyone apart from the papers cheering for the Navyâs alleged victory, for the deaths of Ace and Whitebeard. The Amazons, all so kind to let you stay while Luffy went to try and rescue Ace, were unsure of how to help you the last two weeks once Aceâs vivre card burned to nothing in your hands and made you nearly inconsolable.
Despite that, your prayers hadnât gone unheard.
Once youâre at the beach that Luffy should be at, you notice immediately the big yellow submarine with the word DEATH on it and it freaks you out more than anything. You donât know who owns it, but when you catch sight of someone youâve only seen in person once, you worry that heâs done something to Luffy. You donât say a word, but someone in a jumpsuit (boiler suit you think?) calls out âcaptainâ just in time for him to turn towards you as you shove the older boy to the ground, placing yourself on top of him and your knife to his neck.
Part of you wishes it was poisoned right now, just in case this Trafalgar Law has done something to your brother.
âWhereâs Luffy?!â
The knife you have at his neck doesnât phase Law even a tiny bit, itâs the fact that someone so much shorter and smaller than him was able to catch him off guard and shove him to the ground the way you did. Youâre angry for some reason, giving him a nasty glare but look like youâre about to cry on top of it, as he just stares at you, his crewmembers shouting for you to get off their captain before he raises a hand to stop them.
âWhoââ
âTell me, where is my brother?!â
Oh so thatâs whatâs wrong, thatâs who you are. Whether youâre related to Luffy by blood or by ritual cup like Ace was, Law doesnât know, but heâs sure you want reassurance you havenât lost two brothers in one day.
âAre you [Y/N]?â
You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Jinbei, still glaring. âWhoâs asking?!â
âI was friends with your brother Ace, he told me about you and Luffy while we were in Impel Down.â
âHeâŠdid?â
Youâve calmed down so quickly hearing Aceâs name, retracting your knife just slightly, while Jinbei explains things to you. You donât move off of Law though, listening quietly, fighting the desire to cry more. Youâve done enough of that, you donât want to anymore today.
Law doesnât even try to move you off, knowing, like Luffy, youâre emotionally hurting right now. He doesnât want to risk you slicing his neck either, even as Jinbei finishes telling you everything Ace did, and you still donât move or look at Law.
âAce hopes you find what youâre looking for.â
You clench your jaw a bit at first, before smiling sadly and nodding, thanking Jinbei for the information before Law speaks up.
âIf you get off me, I can take you to Straw Hat-ya.âÂ
You blink, finally looking back to Law, and you feel your face burn with a blush when you realize your position and scramble to get off him, apologizing the whole way while he shakes his head. Once heâs on his feet, Law letâs you onto the Polar Tang and leads you down the hallway to the infirmary, updating you on Luffyâs condition the best he can with the knowledge he has.
âIf he pulls through this, the most youâll have to worry about is his mental health.â
âMm.â You nod, grabbing Lawâs arm as he stops to open a door, making him look back at you. âI apologize for shoving you down.â
âIâve been through worse,â Law shrugs, you could tell just from looking at him, though he does smirk a bit at you, âNever had a girl push me down and hold a poisoned knife to my neck before though.â
âIt wasnât poisoned,â you almost shout, but keep your voice down to not wake Luffy, ââŠthis timeâŠâ
He almost laughs, but when you see Luffy finally, youâre instantly but his side, taking his hand and trying to keep yourself from crying seeing him in such a state. Heâd been injured badly before, but never like this, never this close to death.
âLuffyâŠoh Luffy, Iâm here, Lu,â you brush his bangs away from his face before kissing his forehead, âIâm so sorry I wasnât there, I shouldâve come with youâŠâ
Law doesnât bother you for the next several minutes, stepping out so you have some privacy while you make sure Luffy is all right, your quiet prayers that he wakes soon and heals quickly donât go unheard by the surgeon of death, who thinks back to his own sister and the prayers heâd once prayed for her health as a child.
As an older sibling, he gets it. While he still doesnât know yet if youâre related by blood or sworn siblings, he does see how much you care for Luffy, and for your sake he hopes your captain wakes sooner rather than later.
+!+
You spend the next two weeks in and out of the Polar Tang, checking on Luffy and praying over him to wake soon, Law being the one to take you in and lead you back out most of the time, even though youâve memorized the path already. The next time you leave Luffy to continue recovering, the friends you and Luffy have made from Amazon Lily have shown up in the time youâve been with him, bringing food and drinks for you all. As you walk over to where heâs seated, Law offers you a drink that you reject with a shake of your head, sitting on the other side of the tree and bringing your knees up to your chest, hiding your face in them.
âAny signs heâs waking up?â
Shaking your head, you sigh and lean back, looking at the people around to distract yourself from worrying over Luffy.
âThat your crew?â
âYep. All twenty of them.â
You smile a bit, watching the Heart Pirates goof off while some have their meal and share drinks. It almost reminds you of the Straw Hats and makes your heart ache from missing them deeply.
âYou have a nice group there.â
âThey can be a handful.â
It makes you laugh a bit, nodding before you decide to stop wallowing and get back up, standing beside Law where he stays seated.
âThink you should hold this for now.â
Law tosses Luffyâs straw hat to you, and you grit your teeth a bit while you stare at it. You had wondered where it was, seeing it wasnât around when you were with Luffy. You hold nothing but the highest regards for Shanks, he'd been an inspiration for you and Luffy when you were children, he helped end the war and helped Law save Luffy, but how you wish heâd shown up sooner. Maybe he couldâve helped Ace too.
âThank you, for holding this.â
âSeems important to him, heâs not Straw Hat-ya without it.â
Smiling a bit, you nod. âHeâs certainly not.â
âHow do youââ
âIâm his big sister. I was three when our dad dropped him off with me and grandpa. Weâve been together almost every day since.â
âI see.â
Youâre not entirely sure you trust Law, despite his saving Luffy, but youâre willing to give him a shot. At least let him know a bit about your history with Ace too, since he'd been there when you hadnât been. Where Luffy asked you not to go.
âWe met Ace and another boy when I was ten, and become sworn siblings with them soon after. The other boy died a few months later,â you grip the straw hat a bit tighter, but loosen your hold after being stabbed in the hand by sharp bits of straw, âa Celestial Dragon did it, weâve not been fans of them since, so Luffy punching that one in Sabaody felt like some payback.â
âThat makes sense.â
After a few minutes of silence, you finally realize something and turn to Law, sticking your hand out for him.
âNever introduced myself. Monkey D. [Y/N]. I donât really use my last name though.â
Law takes your hand after a moment, nodding. âTrafalgar Law.â
âThank you for saving my baby brother.â
âDonât thank me until he wakes up.â
As if almost on cue, the door comes flying off the Polar Tang and you both whip your heads over, Law running ahead of you as you follow, and Luffyâs the next thing to almost fly out of the ship.
âLuffy!!â
Youâre about to run to him before Law grabs hold of your arm, pulling you to himself and holding you still, even while you thrash around and listen to Luffy call for Ace. It breaks your heart to see him so upset, and you just want to console him, have him do the same for you, while you both continue to grieve for Ace. But Law wonât let you go to him, fear or concern your brother might hurt you while he fights through pain and raging emotions, before he disappears into the forest.
âLuffy, come back!!â
You barely register Jinbei asking whatâll happen if Luffy continues to flail and run off like that, before Law speaks and your heart almost drops to your stomach at the thought.
âIf he continues to move around like that he could reopen his wound and bleed out. Heâll die.â
Quickly you turn around and Law isnât at all shocked to see the tears welling up in your eyes as you grip his shirt, still holding Luffyâs straw hat.
âDonât let that happen!! Please!! Heâs all I have! Luffy is my whole world, I canât lose him!!â
Unsure of what to do, especially once you lay your head on his chest while you cry, Law hesitantly wraps his arms around you and watches Jinbei go off to Luffy. Maybe heâll be able to calm your brother down before he really hurts or kills himself.
Youâve both been through a lot the last few weeks, losing Luffy would break you more than losing Ace did to him.
+!+
âIâm sorry I got snot on your shirt.â
âDonât worry about it. Itâll wash.â
You glance away and keep your eyes averted while Law changes shirts, having taken you onto the Polar Tang while Jinbei attempts to calm Luffy down. He didnât fully mean to bring you into his room, but he never let go of your wrist while he led through the ship, making you sit down to hopefully calm you down. You do catch sight of his tattoos, wanting to say something but you donât want to sound like a creep or a pervert at the same time.
âWhy donât you use your last name?â
Law surprises you once heâs changed shirts, this one almost the same as the yellow one heâd been wearing, but now a dark blue with a furry, feathery collar that you really want to pet, it looks soft. But again, you donât want to seem like a creep.
For a moment youâre quiet, before you cross your arms and lean against the wall, shrugging.
âWhy should I use the name of someone who abandoned me? I only have one memory of my father, and it was when he dropped off Luffy.â
âYour grandfather is Garp, isnât he?â
âI love my grandpa like heâs my dadâŠbut I donât want to use my last name.â
Law nods a bit, seeming to understand. You felt abandoned, and wanted nothing to do with your biological father, instead viewing Garp in that light, which makes sense.
He'd viewed Corazon in the same light at one point.
âYour mother?â
âI know nothing about her. Itâs likeâŠâ You start to bury your head in your knees again, almost digging your nails into your arms, âLike I donât know who I am half the timeâŠâ
He gets that too, the same feelings after Flevance, after losing Corazon and leaving the Don Quixote family, leaving Doflamingo behind. Many times of looking in the mirror and asking âwho the hell am Iâ.
Law is about to respond, before one of his crewmembers yells for you both that Luffy and Jinbei have returned to the beach, and youâre out the door so fast he isnât able to believe it. He follows you out, not all surprised to see you and Luffy hugging each other tightly once he exits his ship.
Your bond with Luffy would be on full display the next few days, Law truthfully does wonder if he and Lammy wouldâve been the same.
+!+
âI met some people who are friends with our dad.â
âYou what?â
Luffy nods, giving you this information during dinner one evening, while you stare at him with such a blank look that Law thinks youâve completely shut down. You didnât say too much about your dad while you relayed some of your childhood to him earlier that day, apart from your perceived abandonment, but the look you have isnât a very happy one.
âTheyâre were some cool people! They helped me escape that prison andâŠtried to help me save Ace.â
âSo they were revolutionaries.â
âYeah, theyâŠthey said they didnât even know we existed.â Luffy scrunches up his face a bit while you frown, then pat his head.
âIâm not surprised, Lu.â
Luffy makes a face now, one thatâs almost disgusted but annoyed but upset maybe. Law swears he isnât trying to eavesdrop, you two are sitting too close to him anyway, youâre practically pressed up against his side. You both appear to have problems with your father, after the little bit youâve told him and how you confessed to feeling abandoned by your parents. He wonders briefly is Luffy feels the same, even as your younger brother leans against you, pushing you fully into Lawâs arm and making you glance up at him apologetically. He doesnât move, once again doesnât push you off, instead shifting his arm enough for you to be comfortable.
When Luffy falls asleep, you finally speak again.
âLuffy met our dad once, in Loguetownâ
âOh yeah?â
âNeither of us knew until grandpa told usâŠhe didnât even stop to say anything to meâŠâ
ââŠIâm sorry.â
You shrug, watching Luffy. It still stung to know that, to know that Dragon didnât even seek you out when he mustâve known you were on Luffyâs crew, that youâd never leave him to do this alone. When Garp told you heâd been in Loguetown that day, it felt like a knife in your heart that you didnât even get to see or speak to your father.
Law, while he watches you start to drift off to sleep yourself, thinks about his own dad and Corazon at the same time. He had two fathers in the end, who both cared about and loved him deeply, both wanting to protect him as long as they could. He had his mother and Lammy too, you had Luffy and Garp, but it wasnât enough for you, and it makes sense. To not have that connection with the people who gave you life, Law canât even imagine how difficult that must be.
He ignores the slight snickers and comments from his crew when they see you leaned against him, even has he slightly tilts his head towards yours, not going all the way to lay his against your own. Even when Shachi makes a small comment about âloveâ being in the air at Amazon Lily, Law doesnât open his eyes to respond or even Shambles his friend away.
You wonât see each other again for a long time after this, most likely, so heâs willing to give you some comfort and allow his crew to see him a little softer than normal.
+!+
âBye, thanks for your help, Traffy!â
Law tries not to grimace at the nickname Luffyâs given him over the last few days, nodding to you both as his crew also shouts goodbyes and wave to you both, you personally sad to see them leave. Youâd spent so much time getting to know them while taking care of Luffy, that it felt like you were losing friends again. Youâd probably see them one day, maybe as friends but maybe as foes, yet, youâd like to see more of Law and learn about him like he had you.
Luffy notices your face, the sad look it has, then looks back to the Heart Pirates as they start to disappear below deck. Youâve already chosen to stay on Amazon Lily the next two years and learn from the women there how to fight, but even watching you the last couple days, he could see your heart wasnât in it. You more so loved using your knives and making poisons, he remembers the one he and Ace mistakenly drank thinking it was lavender tea from Makino. You werenât an archer or a swordswoman, you much prefer close combat and paralyzing your enemies. Your work during Enies Lobby earned you your $25 million berri bounty, the Navy having trouble recreating antidotes from the one youâd left with a knocked out marine, they knew youâd be trouble one day.
With all that in mind, Luffy sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you in what you first believe to be a hug, before he lifts you up and you look at him. Heâs got a grin that concerns you greatly as the color drains from your face.
âLuffy.â
He giggles a bit, nodding at you to brace yourself.
âLuffy, donât you dare.â
âHave fun with Traffy for two years!!!â
He doesnât give you anymore room to argue, flinging you towards the Polar Tang, making you yell for Law to pay attention, and he barely does in time to catch you, knocking both of you to the ground, several Heart Pirates making sure both of you are all right and that Law didnât hit his head on anything.
Youâre up and holding onto the railing, yelling at Luffy, âYouâre an idiot!!!â
He pretends he canât hear you, waving widely and shouting another goodbye, but to you this time.
Once Law is sitting up, realizing what the hell has happened, he sighs a bit while you look back to him.
âIâm sorry, Trafalgar. You can turn back and Iâll beat some sense into him!â
One of his crewmembers, youâre pretty sure itâs Shachi, leans down to ask him, âShould we? Kinda seems like Straw Hat wants us to take her along.â
He sighs, taking his hat off and running his hand through his hair, shaking his head.
âYou can stay.â
ââŠhuh?â
You tilt your head in confusion, Law doesnât think itâs cute at all no matter what that weird feeling in his chest is, while he stands up and nods at you.
âThe Amazons might get angry if we return without permission, so weâll justâŠtake you alongâŠand then bring you to Sabaody.â
Blinking several times, youâre still confused while some of his crew laugh, Penguin coming up to pat you on the back.
âYouâre a temporary Heart Pirate! Weâll take care of you!â
Nodding, Law turns to go below deck.
âSay your goodbye, weâll be going under shortly.â
While the rest of them follow after their captain, you turn back and see Luffy still waving at you, which makes you sigh and shake your head. You do smile though, you had wanted to continue getting to know Law and his crew, this was a perfect opportunity, and maybe he could help you with creating effective antidotes for your poisons.
âLuffy! Love you, see you in two years!â
âOkay!!!!â
Once you go below deck, Penguin being the one to wait for you in order to close the door properly, he starts to show you around a bit, the rest of the crew happy to see youâre staying with them for now, while Law keeps a slight distance unless heâs asked about something. You looking around and being so impressed by the submarine caused another weird feeling in his chest, and he fights to ignore it, especially when you thank him for letting you stay with a smile, which he waves off with an âItâs nothingâ.
It's going to be an interesting two years.
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One Piece | Monkey D. Luffy x strawhat!reader ~ Attraction, PT.1
It was a lazy afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny. The sun shone brightly through the windows of the galley, casting a golden glow on everything. The crew had just finished a hearty lunch, and now, most of them were lounging about, relaxing in various parts of the ship. Some of the crew were enjoying a game of cards, while others were reading or chatting among themselves.
You, however, found yourself sitting with Nami and Robin at the dining table, nursing a half-finished drink and enjoying the casual conversation that was unfolding.
"Okay, but seriously," Nami began, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair, "who do you think is the most attractive guy you've ever met?"
You raised an eyebrow, sensing this was one of those light-hearted moments where the crew could share opinions about things that were a little more personal than usual. "You're really asking that kind of question now?" you asked, teasing Nami with a grin.
"Come on, donât act like you haven't thought about it," Nami responded with a wink. "Me and Robin are always talking about good-looking men. This time, itâs your turn. Who is your pick?"
Robin, sitting beside you, simply smiled faintly, her hands folded elegantly in her lap. "Iâm curious too," she added in her soft, almost amused tone.
You chuckled, leaning back in your chair as you thought about it. Of course, the world was filled with handsome men, but picking the most attractive one? Now that was a tough challenge.
"Alright, fine," you sighed, acting like it was a serious decision, though in reality, you already had a clear answer. "Well, thereâs always Eustass Kid. He's got that bad-boy vibe, and Iâll admit, I donât mind a little arrogance now and then."
Nami rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Kid? Please. Heâs all muscle and no charm. He barely smiles."
You shrugged, a grin playing on your lips. "Fair enough, but still... Then thereâs Sabo. Heâs got that cool, collected demeanor, and letâs not forgetâhe's got a heart of gold. But, if weâre being honest, heâs a little too serious for my taste."
Robin gave a small chuckle, clearly enjoying the conversation. "Itâs true," she added, "Sabo does carry a sense of duty with him that can be a little intimidating."
You nodded thoughtfully. "And thereâs Shanks. I mean, come on. The guy's a walking legend, right? Heâs got the charisma, the leadership qualities, the swaggerâheâs got everything. ButâŠ"
"But?" Nami prompted, leaning forward slightly. "Thereâs a âbutâ?"
"Yeah," you said, looking both of them in the eye. "I think the most attractive man, the one who truly takes the crown, is someone whoâs right here. Someone who might not get enough credit for it."
Nami and Robin exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued now.
"Who?" Nami asked, her tone a little sarcastic but also expectant.
You smiled, feeling your heart beat just a little faster as you said it: "Luffy."
Nami blinked, staring at you as if you'd said something utterly nonsensical. "Luffy?" she echoed, her voice rising with disbelief. "The same Luffy whoâs constantly making a mess of everything, who never seems to know when to stop eating, and who always acts like a five-year-old? That Luffy?"
You could feel the heat rising to your face, but you didnât back down. "Yes, Luffy! Donât act like you donât know what I mean," you said, leaning forward as if to emphasize your point. "Luffy is ridiculously good-looking, and I swear, he knows it. Heâs got that effortless charm, that thing that draws people in without even trying. Itâs like⊠he can be so carefree and innocent, but alsoâwhen he wants toâhe can turn it on and be incredibly... attractive."
Robin raised an eyebrow and let out a small, almost amused chuckle. "I think I understand what you mean, but⊠are you sure itâs not just the admiration you have for him as the captain?"
You shook your head, the excitement in your voice growing. "No, no! Itâs not just that. Sure, heâs a great captain, but thereâs something about his presence thatâs just magnetic. He has this way of walking into a room and instantly making everyone feel at ease, like everything is going to be fine just because he's there. And he has this kind of⊠subtle confidence, you know? Like, heâs completely aware of how good he looks, but he doesnât flaunt it."
Nami gave you a skeptical look. "Youâre seriously telling me you think Luffyâs good-looking?"
"Yes!" you said, almost a little too loudly. "I swear, itâs like he has this unspoken confidence about him. He doesnât need to try to be attractive, it just comes naturally to him. And itâs not even just his looksâit's how he carries himself. Thereâs something about the way heâs so carefree, but then, in the blink of an eye, he can switch to being completely serious and commanding. He can be both a childish goof and a damn sexy man at the same time!"
Robin was quietly laughing now, but Nami seemed a little more skeptical, raising an eyebrow at your enthusiasm. "I still donât get it. I mean, Luffyâs got somewhat of a nice body, sure, but⊠his personality doesn't exactly scream âheartthrobâ."
You couldn't help but grin. "Oh, Nami, you just donât get it. He doesnât try to be anything. That's the thing! He's so real, so honest, so Luffy. And thatâs what makes him so damn attractive."
You took a deep breath, your voice lowering a little, the words coming more naturally as you gushed. "Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, but sometimes when Luffy smiles at me, I swear my heart skips a beat. He doesnât have to say anythingâjust his smile, his eyesâthereâs this warmth in them that makes him look like the most amazing person alive."
Robinâs smile widened, clearly entertained by your fervor, while Nami just shook her head, clearly not convinced.
"Iâm telling you," you said with absolute confidence, "Luffy is the hottest guy I've ever seen. Hands down. Heâs the one whoâ"
Just then, you felt a familiar presence looming behind you. A shadow fell over your face as you froze, a sudden awareness of a certain someoneâs proximity hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Luffyâs voice came from just behind your ear, smooth and teasing. "You really think Iâm hot?"
You froze, your eyes wide as you immediately realized what was happening. Luffy was standing right behind you, his smirk somehow managing to be both casual and devilishly self-assured. He leaned forward slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he repeated the question, his voice dripping with playful confidence.
"You really think Iâm hot?"
Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your face turn crimson. You immediately clammed up, caught completely off guard. For a moment, you couldnât find the words. How in the world were you supposed to respond to that? The guy youâd just been gushing about was now right behind you, acting like he hadnât heard a thing.
"IâI⊠uh⊠Luffy!" you stammered, turning around in your chair to face him. "WhaâWhat are you doing here?"
Luffy grinned even wider, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Just heard you talking about me," he said with a playful wink. "I thought Iâd come see what all the fuss was about."
Nami was biting her lip, clearly trying not to laugh, while Robinâs amused chuckle only made you feel even more embarrassed. You could feel the heat of your blush spreading down to your neck, your words failing you as you struggled to come up with something to say. You had no idea how to handle this situation.
"I didnât meanâ" you began, but Luffy just leaned even closer, his face dangerously close to yours, his smile never faltering.
"Are you sure you want to take it back?" he teased, his tone low and confident, and for the first time, you could see the layers of his playfulness mixed with something undeniably... alluring.
You were so caught up in his gaze, in his teasing smirk, that for a brief second, everything else faded away. Luffy was everything you had just describedâconfident, handsome, playful, and yet, there was something undeniably charming about how unintentional it all seemed. He didnât need to try to be anything, and that was what made him irresistible.
You gulped, finally managing to squeak out, "IâuhâI think youâre really hot, Luffy. Just⊠just like I said!"
Luffy raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying every moment of your embarrassment. He finally pulled back with a laugh, the playful tension breaking. "Well, thank you. You're hot, too," he said, grinning broadly.
Nami burst out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer, and even Robin was suppressing a giggle. You, on the other hand, were absolutely mortified, your face as red as a tomato.
Luffy turned around, strolling off with his usual carefree gait, leaving you to try and regain your composure.
"Youâre hopeless," Nami teased, still laughing as you slumped back in your chair, face burning.
"I swear," you muttered, half laughing at yourself, half still trying to recover from the embarrassment, "Iâm never living this down."
But deep down, as your heart settled back into its normal rhythm, you couldnât help but smile. Because, yes, Luffy was hot. And somehow, you had just confirmed it to his face.
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prompt word - bikini!
18+ (800 words); p in v smut ahead.
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Itâs a black number with neon green accents. Tantalizing lines that hit high on the curve of your hips, along the plushest part of you. The place Eddieâs fingers curl around when he beckons you forward for a kiss.
Now youâre only standing before him on Steveâs diving board, stretching your arms upward in the air, back arching, head thrown back as you soak up the sun.
Stretching.
Youâre stretching and heâs hard as a fucking rock.
And you know it, too.
Have that wild glint in your eye when you lower your head and glance his way. The look thatâs a mere dare, a curl of your fingers beckoning him forth, a âcome hither.â
Itâs how he ends up with you scrambling across his center console in the van. How his fingers hook your bikini bottom to the side and part your center with his fingers, rasping a moan that mingles with yours when he feels how deliciously wet you areâhow youâve likely been all day.
âI love this bikini. But I think it needs to come off,â he murmurs against hot flesh, fingers palming the dough of your ass as you rock against him. âFuck, babyââ
âWant you, Eddie.â
Itâs a whisper against his lips. Cut off with a low moan from the man as your fingers move to unbutton his jeans. His zipper follows suit, a quick glide of metal cutting the silence, hips moving upward just enough to allow him to push jeans and boxers down around his thighs, freeing himself.
You palm his cock once, twice, before pushing your bikini bottom to the side and aligning himself at your center.
âSlow down, babyâholyfuckinshit.â
A curse rounds his lips as you sink down inch by glorious inch, head lolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat when your hips rest flush against his.
He loves you in all phases.
Has for a while now.
Hair a mess, first thing in the morning when you wake. On the days where you donât feel like yourself. The days you doll yourself up because you simply want to go all out. On the days where you wear his clothes, because you like the way they smell like him.
Like this, right now in this moment, with your bottom lip pinching between your teeth, hips rolling against his, thighs on either side of his waist, chasing your own pleasure. Mouth parted. Eyes blown out in lust.
Itâs a frantic glide.
The sounds of your slick, your quiet moans mingling with his, and the breathy hitch in your throat fill the air.
Your fingers splay over his sternum, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, as you fuck yourself down on him, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing your peaks, drawing yourselves closer and closer to completion.
âThatâs it, baby. Take what you need. Just like that. Come on.â
His palm glides up along your shoulders. Curls around the back of your neck to ground you as your pace quickens, bouncing on his cock, breaking off into a high keen as you shatter around him.
His other arm curls around the back of your waist, hips jerking up from the bottom of you once, twice, three times as you clench down on him until heâs coming with a low groan, gasping into the hollow of your throat, whispering he loves you into sweat-slick skin.
Giggling, eyes still rounded in your lusty haze, you curl your fingers around his chin. Brush a soft kiss against his lips as your skin starts to cool once more. âThink the food is done yet?â
And it is.
Thereâs a whole table full of hotdogs and burgers, condiments strewn about, macaroni and potato salad galore, bowls full of chips, and more drink options than you can count on one hand.
Eddie grins to himself as he watches you chat with Robin across the table, knowing full well heâd slid your bathing suit bottom back into place after fucking you full so you could keep him inside, knowing your legs had trembled as you hopped out of his van, knowing heâd promised to bend you over the hood of it later and do it all over again when you simpered against his mouth that you needed him once more.
So maybe he asks, âWant another hotdog, baby?â when he knows you only had a burger.
Just to mess with you a little.
Rile you up.
And maybe you narrow your eyes at him when he laughs to himself.
Whisper for him to shut up.
But he makes it up to you later just like he told you he would.
Chest over the hood of his car, bikini bottom pushed to the side, fingers around your hips, stretching you open in the way you like until you cry out his name, love a mantra on your lips.
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i absolutely adore your designs! id love to hear about your process for making characters who look similar in canon have unique and identifiable features!!
tysm :,) iâve always been really into character design so itâs fun to translate that into characters i love.
as for making similar looking characters look different i drew up a little lineup.
this is gonna be a long one sjhdjsjs
cassie, steph, and mia are all beloved white, blonde, *skinny, teenage girls with roughly the same appearance so i decided to focus in on them.
(*theyâre usually portrayed as being muscular/fit but nowhere near in same fashion as their male counterparts)
i wish there was a fancier way to put it, but honestly i just play around with shape language until i get a design i like. i try to lean into motifs/commonalities. (ex: the robins have larger noses to be sort of bird-like, cissie has a heart face to tie into the connection between archery & cupid, the house of el s-curl, cassieâs pigtails are shaped like stars) overall, doing lineups like these are really helpful when trying to make characters look different because it shows you a side-by-side of all the similarities & differences in how i draw the characters.
especially when they interact a lot (ex: wally & roy, kon & tim, cissie & greta) i donât want them looking like siblings or to repeat the same features between characters who already look similar. unless iâm playing into that (dick & donna <3)
when changing race or body types, i try to factor in the actual character & their backstory. i tend to draw cassie stockier because of her more brawler-like fighting style + her being one of shorter yj kids. but also, i made greta chubby both because i thought it worked well with her shape language and i simply wanted to. the world is my oyster.
as for race, iâm a lot more careful about thinking about how being non-white would affect a character. i have to know a decent amount about a character before hitting them with The Self-Indulgence Beam. making a character black, brown, or asian shouldnât be slapped on like a sticker without any care put into it. i feel like itâs a well-known point, but itâs worth mentioning especially because iâm black & i make so many characters non-white when i draw them.
back to canon portrayals, theyâre some unique features given to them (ex: stephâs freckles arenât always drawn but they do get featured a few times) so i try to make things like that a permanent physical feature. the curls were simply inspired by some other stephs iâve seen :) i typically hc that she straightens & crimps them when sheâs a teenager but i drew her with them for this example. i got very self-indulgent with my steph design because sheâs my girl, but i also tried to keep in mind how she complements the people she interacts with the most (cass, tim, babs).
although iâve enjoyed what iâve read with her, i know the least about mia. so, i just gave her features iâd like to see more on teenage characters like acne. i pulled from some panels for the shape of her nose and adjusted the shade of her hair about a million times. i debated on giving her piercings, but ended up going against it because she doesnât have invulnerability nor a full face mask & she doesnât have piercings in any of the panels i saw of her.
although iâm not the hugest fan of the reveal of cassie secretly being a demigod rather than just having been given her powers, her being not entirely human gives me a little bit more leeway with her design in my head. hence the stark blonde in her lashes being inspired by fantasy design i enjoy.
one more thing i almost forgot was scars. obviously heroes with no powers would have more visible scars. just with the bats: they all have body scarring but i draw cass with more facial scars because of her history + sheâs herself so she wouldnât bother covering them v.s. tim, who doesnât have visible facial scars bc heâs Very Particular about appearances, but he has a crooked nose.
scars can be fun to play with as far as trying to remember what happens to certain characters that would leave them scarred (cissieâs scar where the arrow went through her, any scars kon got from literally dying, wallyâs or barryâs scarring from their âaccidentsâ) theyâre an interesting trait to add & reflects the whole vigilantism thing.
okay i think thatâs all the thoughts i have. ik this got kinda rambley but i hope it was helpful đ
here are some closeups, as a treat <3
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OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
â°â†Four times William uses his curse on you to control your orgasms.
William Rex/f!Reader âąÂ rating: E (MDNI) âąÂ tags: Established Relationship; Orgasm Control; Forced Orgasm; Orgasm Denial; Mind Control; Multiple Orgasms; Aftercare; Gentle Sex; Kink Negotiation; Dirty Talk; Overstimulation; Coming Untouched Enthusiastic Consent Public Sex; Masturbation; Lingerie Strip Tease; Begging Light Dom/sub Dominance; Vaginal Fingering Praise Kink Discipline âąÂ wordcount: 2,458 âąÂ masterlist
Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 4: Orgasm Control
The first time it's brought up, you are both in bed.
Lying on William's naked chest, you bask in the afterglow of hours spent making love to him. He did you so well; the slight soreness of your limbs only serving to emphasize how well he loved you tonight. Getting lost in the endless blood-red pools of his eyes, you draw little patterns around his collarbones, making him chuckle as his own restless hands roam your sides.
"William⊠I want moreâŠ"
Your voice is tiny, despite his countless attempts to make you greedy, to bring out a side of you that would take from him as much as you want to. He gives you a little "Oh?", dripping with that sultry but elegant tone that you simply cannot resist.
"What am I gonna do with you, my little Robin?"
You lower your head, breaking the eye contact for a second as you bury your face into the crook of his neck instead.
"You don't have to do much⊠I'm still so sensitive all over that I feel I'd come undone if you as much as lay a finger on meâŠ"
William produces another small laughing noise, the sound vibrating close to where your lips linger - the next time you lift your upper body to look at William again, your lips graze his beautiful neck in a chaste kiss. He simply looks at you with interest, probably wondering what else goes on in that head of yours.
"Let's see, then."
Without wasting any time, one of his hands snakes its way down your backside and between your legs. He collects some of your slick, a sweet combination of his and your juices, and reaches further down to play with your clit.
"MmnhâŠ"
Little sparks of overstimulation run through you, but they do nothing to distract you from the rapidly growing pleasure that William gives to you. Bracing yourself with arms propped up on both sides of his head, you slowly lift your face to look at him - to kiss him, or to tell him you're coming, anything - but as soon as your gaze meets his piercing scarlet one, you simply tip over the edge and come undone on the spot.
William lets you ride out your orgasm, your hips basically humping his fingers as you thrash around; his other hand wrapping around your back to hold you in place, gently. Once your body relaxes and he hears your tired pants, head buried in his neck again, he whispers close to your ear:
"My, did I accidentally use my curse on you? I said nothing, yet it's like you came just from looking into my eyes, little Robin. How sweet."
For a moment both of you remain quiet. William's complex feelings surrounding his ability are a topic you've already had the chance to communicate with him, and you'd assured him you're not afraid of looking into his eyes. Still, it's a sensitive thing to talk about - even if he's the one mentioning it in the first place - you're not sure how to respond, but you don't want to delay your response for too long either.
"It's true that if you were to use it on me like this, it wouldn't be much different, haha⊠I love your eyes, William."
Oh no, what have you done? Bitting on your bottom lip, you almost jump as his breathy chuckle blows an emission of cool air close to your temples.
"What are you imagining, exactly? Me ordering you to come undone whenever I wish to?"
"T-That's not-!"
"I need to say I'm not opposed to the idea. As long as you are feeling comfortable with me doing this."
There's something akin to butterflies, a fluttering sensation in the pit of your belly, as the fantasy he created for you becomes more and more vivid.
"IâŠÂ I want you to tryâŠ"
William silently caresses your spent body some more, kissing the crown of your head, and then at last he speaks again.
"We can do that tomorrow then, if you still want to. Now get some sleep, my dear."
As if you can sleep after knowing what's to comeâŠ
The first time it actually happens, you immediately want it to happen again.
Sprawled across the bed on your back, your fingers dig into the bedsheets on both sides of your body as William rains kisses across your sensitive chest. You both know what's to come, but he's far more collected than you are. He always is. If it weren't for the fact that you know him inside and out, you wouldn't notice the little hints of hesitation in his otherwise precise actions. The way he stops his ministrations the second you start to moan too much, his fingers dipping ever so shallowly inside you. You know well the source of his hesitation, however, and it keeps you relaxed. Rather than questioning the trust you put in him, he's probably wondering⊠if you're stimulated enough.
"My darling Robin, are you ready to follow my order?"
You find his eyes before he can even finish his question. It says more than your response would say, but you still nod, wet your lips, and answer properly.
"Yes. Please."
It's like diving into the unknown; both for you and for him, almost in a manner that is special to you, to have another first together, to share the feeling of this discovery. You like seeing him like this, a new light behind his eyes, a curiosity that paints his gaze somewhat more playful, youthful.
"Come for me."
A strong current of pleasure zaps through you, like a lightning bolt, a force you cannot stop. Your muscles contract, your walls squeeze around nothing as you ride out an orgasm that is like nothing you've ever felt before.
The concern surrounding his usage of the curse was simple. It's well known that he can control people's minds with it - and while the mind is connected with the body, neither of you can know for sure if the little experiment would be successful. Without an external source of stimulation, it would be very tormenting if your mind was set on to achieve something that is not within its powers. William would have been there for you, should that be the case, fast to assist you in finding your peak so you can execute his curse's order and find peace.
But none of this is needed, because the only thing you're granted with is pure bliss. Like being able to see the sparks of energy passing through your neurons in an absolute spectacle of the senses, you experience great pleasure beyond any other. The reason? Receiving so much direct stimulation without the distraction of being physically touched leaves you with the ability to feel nothing but pleasure. It's mind-blowing.
When you come down from your high, William gazes over you with so much lust in his eyes that you almost get scared. He must have enjoyed the sight.
"My dear⊠you areâŠ"
"William, please do that to me again! I want to experience it again!"
Surprise blooms on William's face as he stares at you in disbelief. Here he was ready to tend to you should the whole ordeal tire you, overstimulate you in a way, or completely turn you off, or else-
"Come."
In a flash, your torso lifts off the bed, body as tight as a string, almost as if possessed. You don't understand any of how this works, and you don't want to. Without needing to recharge, to build up a new wave of arousal, your body simply obeys and fills itself with nothing but pleasure.
You descend from your peak, but not into the softness of the mattress - rather, it's William who pulls you into his embrace, starved to feel you against him. You can only imagine how much he longs to put his hands on you now, to love you how he knows best.
The first time it catches you off-guard, you're in public.
Exploring this new method of playing with you has become a fixation of William's. He'd tease you in so many ways; commanding you to come even while he's inside you, just to watch how much your pleasure heighens when he completely domineers over your senses like that. The spike in his libido and in his dominance comes as a surprise but you don't want him stopping anytime soon. It's not long before you give him your consent to take this game out of the bedroom, whenever he sees fit. He did it once in the carriage when the two of you were in a hurry, even if it only made the urgency to entangle your limbs that much greater in the end.
With a pause of a day or two since the last time he used his curse on you, it's the ideal period of time to lower your guard for this.
You and William are out on a date today, already seated at the theater and waiting for the play to begin. The seats William reserved are located in the opera box, with no more than a handful of people sharing the space with you, and even those are situated far enough to your right to cease noticing their presence at all, especially once the lights are dimmed. You're more than happy with this luxurious arrangement, looking forward to seeing the play while in the company of your lover.
It hasn't been long into it when William suddenly takes off his coat.
"Are you cold, my dear? Please, allow me."
You watch William in confusion as he proceeds to put his coat on you, like a blanket draped over your front.
"Thanks, William." You reply with a smile, not minding his gesture at all, but when you direct your gaze back to the stage below, you see him from your peripheral vision with his gaze still latched on you.
A devious thought creeps into your head, and you feel like you know exactly what is going to happen if you meet William's gaze right now. And you do exactly that.
William's voice is but a whisper, enough just for you to hear.
"Come."
Your fingernails bite into the velvety armrests of your seat, a tremor going through your body, and now you see the purpose of his coat.ïżœïżœWilliam is too sly for his own good, you manage to think through the euphoria, as the need to moan his name almost overpowers your self-control. The cacophony of noises produced by the actors down below drowns the small whine you let out as the last of the waves of pleasure wash over you, and only the pleasant buzz remains.
William places his hand over yours, entwining his slender digits with yours. You spend the remainder of the play just like this.
The first time you're the one wanting it, he has you begging for it.
He's in his chair, lightly swinging a glass of wine, savoring his drink without a hurry in the world. Why would he? You waltzed in here clad in a brand new set of lingerie underneath your robe, and you agreed when he requested for you to put on a little show for him first. It's been a while now since the silky red undergarments have been discarded on the floor and you'd begin touching yourself all for him to watch. But no matter what you do, with the anticipation that you're going to receive a much bigger treat than those sorry fingers of yours, you simply can't reach your peak on your own.
"William, pleaseâŠ"
"Please what, my Robin?"
"Please make me cum! Command me to cum! I can't do it without you, William, please!"
William's smile grows. You'd think he's satisfied with your pleas if it weren't for the casual way he takes a sip of his wine, not looking like someone soon to take action.
"Keep playing with yourself, it's a pleasure for my eyes."
You whine at his words, fingers rubbing harder in hopes that you can somehow put an early end to this and then move on to what you really are after. With your current position kneeling on the carpeted floor, you can easily put your other hand to work as well, parting your knees just a little more apart so you can freely finger yourself all for William's eyes to see. He's not that harsh. He's never been. You're sure he'll let you come anytime now.
Just when the added simulation begins to take an effect on you, there's movement from your lover. The wine glass is set down as he slowly shortens the distance, and to your surprise, sinks one knee to the floor so he can be close enough to touch you.
His manicured hand reaches out until it's directly on your clit, your own falling to the side as your mind screams a thousand times 'yes' with anticipation to finally get some real stimulation.
As expected, it takes no time for William's familiar touch to send you to the edge. Your body language does little to hide the telltale signs of your quickly approaching climax as William's free hand suddenly captures your chin, making you lock eyes with him.
"Don't come."
As if an invisible barrier prevents William's touch from actually reaching you, all stimulation is cut out. No, you still feel it, undoubtedly - yet your brain is confused, the signals not getting through, as you whimper and cry out in frustration.
"NoâPlease, William, Please! I need it, please let me cum!"
William removes his hand and you practically bend forward, trying to chase after his touch, on your hands and knees before him.
"Please, William!"
He needn't tilt your chin this time - you've been eagerly waiting for it, your eyes trained on him the entire time - and when he rises to his feet you feel devastated, afraid he's getting further away from you. When your face is this close to the floor and he's risen to his full height, he looks almost intimidating.
"Come, my Robin."
You feel a powerful full-body shudder that washes over you, something like pure ecstasy as your head falls between your arms, spine arching and hips trembling.
"WilliamâŠWilliamâŠahhhâŠ"
You feel a gentle touch on your cheek and you can do little other than nuzzle into it, thankful for the mercy he showed.
"Let's get you to bed now, my lovely Robin. You did so well. I want to spoil you thoroughly now."
Basking in his praise, all that you can think about is making him even prouder of how disciplined you can be⊠You wonder if next time he would even need to use his curse on you at all.
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Stages of Shadows: Chapter 2 - Unravelled Connections
(Art credit to @gmnskdy on X)
The sterile white walls of the room echoed with muted sounds, the air thick with tension as contestants adjusted to their strange new reality. Clad in all-white attire reminiscent of psychiatric patients, each of them sported shock collarsâreminders of the dire stakes they faced. It was a harsh new world where freedom felt like a distant memory, and the only semblance of solace came from the bonds they formed amidst the chaos.
Robin paced the small space, her heart racing. She cast a glance at [Name], who sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes focused on the faint light filtering through a barred window. âYou okay?â she asked, trying to bridge the distance between them with her gentle tone.
[Name] turned, their expression softening as they met her gaze. âIâm fine. Just trying to wrap my head around all this.â
âYeah, me too.â Robin admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the uncertainty of their situation, there was a warmth in their shared silence, a connection that felt increasingly vital as the world around them twisted into something darker.
As they spoke, Robin couldnât shake the feeling that she was drawing closer to [Name] in a way that transcended mere friendship. The shared glances, the small smilesâthey meant something, didnât they?
But there was something else lingering beneath the surface, an unspoken tension that both excited and terrified her. As the thought flitted through her mind, she noticed [Name] watching her, a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
âDo you think weâll make it through?â [Name] asked, voice low.
Robin smiled, trying to infuse confidence into her words. âWe have to. Weâll face whatever comes together.â
From the corner, Aventurine watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. The sandy-haired young man leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, feeling the sting of jealousy surge within him. There was something about the way [Name] and Robin interactedâa comfort, a chemistryâthat made Aventurineâs heart twist.
Why did they seem so connected? It wasnât fair. He had spent more time with [Name] than Robin ever had, hadnât he? Yet here they were, sharing quiet moments that seemed to exclude him. As he observed them, Aventurine's mind raced, grappling with his feelings.
âWhy am I feeling this way?â he muttered to himself, anger mingling with confusion. He knew he liked [Name], had felt drawn to their kindness and resilience since they had first met. But watching them with Robin made him question everything. Was he simply a secondary character in their story?
Robin continued to talk, her words flowing freely. âI know weâre all in this together, but thereâs something about this whole âperform or dieâ situation that doesnât sit right with me. It feels like theyâre stripping away everything we are.â
[Name] nodded, their brow furrowed. âItâs designed to break us, isnât it? But we have to stay strong. You know, when I found out weâd be paired for the first round, I was⊠anxious.â
âWhy?â Robin asked, her heart racing as she leaned closer.
âBecause I donât want to lose you.â [Name] admitted, vulnerability seeping into their voice.
Her breath hitched at the admission, warmth spreading through her. âYou wonât. Weâll figure out something. I believe in us.â
As they shared a moment of silent understanding, Aventurineâs stomach twisted further, and he pushed himself off the wall. He had to break the tension.
âHey, you two!â Aventurine called, forcing a grin that didnât quite reach his eyes. âWhatâs so riveting over there? Planning your victory speeches?â
Robin shot him a look, and [Name] turned, a slight frown on their face. âJust discussing strategies, Aventurine.â
âStrategies?â Aventurine echoed, trying to inject a sense of levity into the situation. âDonât forgetâif we donât perform well, we wonât have the chance to strategize again.â
The tension in the room shifted. Aventurine felt a wave of irritation as Robinâs eyes flickered back to [Name], a soft understanding passing between them. He clenched his jaw.
Just then, the atmosphere thickened, and the door creaked open. Sunday entered, his presence instantly commanding attention. He surveyed the room, his golden eyes piercing through the mundane white of their clothing and the heavy air.
âRobin,â he called, his voice firm yet gentle. âCan I speak with you for a moment?â
Aventurineâs heart raced, a knot forming in his stomach. The protective edge in Sundayâs voice sent alarm bells ringing. He exchanged a quick glance with [Name], who looked just as unsettled.
âSure, Brother.â Robin replied, rising from her spot. She cast a glance back at [Name], concern flickering in her eyes.
As she stepped closer to Sunday, Aventurine felt the urge to interject. âHey, is this about the competition? We should allââ
âItâs fine, Aventurine.â Sunday interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. âThis is personal.â
Aventurine watched as Robin followed Sunday outside the room, the door closing with a soft click behind them. He turned to [Name], frustration boiling just beneath the surface. âWhat the hell was that about?â
[Name] shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. âI donât know. But he seems to be on high alert.â
Aventurine's mind raced, thoughts tangled in jealousy and protectiveness. âThis isnât just about the competition. Sunday sees you getting close to Robin, and heâs not liking that.â
âWhat do you mean?â [Name] replied, confusion etched on their face.
âHeâs protective of her, and he thinks you pose a threatâŠâ Aventurineâs voice trailed off, the unspoken implications hanging heavily in the air.
In the corridor outside, Sunday led Robin to a quiet secluded area, his expression serious. âYou need to be careful around [Name]. I donât trust them.â
âWhy?â Robin asked, her brows knitting together. âTheyâve been nothing but kind.â
âKindness can be a mask,â Sunday replied, his voice low. âYou donât know their past or their true intentions. You have to stay vigilant.â
As Robinâs heart raced, uncertainty began to cloud her judgment. Would her trust in [Name] be shaken by Sundayâs warnings? And what did this mean for the competition ahead?
Back inside the room, Aventurine exchanged worried glances with [Name], the tension thickening as they awaited Robinâs return. Unbeknownst to them, the fragile bonds they were forming would soon be tested in ways none of them could foresee.
In this ruthless game, alliances would shift, hearts would break, and the true cost of their choices would be laid bare.
With R O U N D 1 looming, the stakes were higher than ever, and survival was no longer a guarantee.
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Haihaiii! Ive been reading ur op stuff for a while now and i really love the way u write the strawhats and the wbp, i wanted to ask if i can i rq the WBP and/or the strawhats with a young (like around 14/15) isekai'ed reader whos like a really bad procastinator? Like theyll be telling the crew how they have this project they have to do till *random date*, and the crew (specifically marco & thatch/robin nd sanji if u can đđ) will ask them from time to time if they alrd started doing it and theyll be like "yeah dw imma do it tmr" then theyll just draw or do smt else rather than do the thing they have to do, eventually when its 1 day till they gotta send it they'll panic but eventually get it done?
Thank yew ^^ !!
âStrawhats & Whitebeard Pirates x young!reader (platonic)
âSumary: There is no need to stress yourself unnecessarily, you just enjoy until you have no options left but to move forward with your task.
âWarnings: none
â The moment you were sent to this world full of pirates and adventures you knew that your procrastination would only get worse, but who wouldn't prefer exploring another world full of fantasy things to doing class work?
â This crew doesn't know what it's like to leave everything to the last minute until they meet you, you will simply block all kinds of activities if you find one much more entertaining or better.
â Many of them don't understand it because you seem so calm and then so stressed about being able to finish your projects, stress that you would not have been exposed to if you had kept up with your tasks.
â Sanji refuses to give you any type of drink or food that could stimulate or vary your sleeping hours just because you didn't start doing your homework sooner, he probably reminds you all the time that you have pending homework.
â Robin will offer to help you with anything, but knowing that someone as smart as her would help you only made you think that the job would be done quickly and that's why you delayed it further.
â Even though they scold you for your poor time management, they will help you complete anything pending if they see that you are going to tear your hair out if you keep pulling it, Chopper and Jinbe are usually quite reliable.
â Luffy will only be one more cause of your procrastination, he gives you the opportunity to do what you want when you want, although your world cannot always be governed by that rule, you can afford to do it in this one.
â Temporary vacation in another world? It sounds a lot better than that assignment you have to turn in in two days.
â You will leave even the simplest task alone to see how this crew does the most trivial things like cleaning or cooking.
â Whitebeard never thought that he would find someone lazier than Ace, although you are not lazy, you just enjoy things until the last moment.
â Marco scolds you a lot because he says that it is not healthy to go through so much stress in a short period of time for something that you could have done before calmly, the excuse that you work better under pressure is not valid for him.
â Ace tries to get you not to stop doing what you're doing for something else more entertaining, but you also find his narcolepsy much more entertaining than some of your pending works, he tries to help but it's also a distraction.
â Thatch will also try to help you with your homework when he has free time, but one, either he doesn't know how to help you because he doesn't understand what you're learning, or two, he'll start blabbing about any gossip with you.
â If you really want to do your tasks on time and calmly, Izou is probably the one who will let you have the least distractions, but for now you still prefer to be a chaos of anxiety because you don't know if you will complete the work on the deadline.
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Why did Red Robin fail as an alias that Tim was transitioned into? Did it âfailâ?
I don't have any special insight on this one, but I can give you a bunch of reasons that made it unpopular.
The main one however? It's heavily associated with n52 Tim, and people don't like n52 Tim.
(Heads up going in - I will be using cover dates for all of this, because working with cover dates over publication dates is simpler for me)
Tim used 'Red Robin' as a name between August 2009 and July 2018. This splits up as follows with the major titles he was appearing in:-
2 years, 3 months (August 2009 - October 2011) in Batman Reborn pre-Flashpoint as Red Robin (Red Robin vol 1):
5 years, 1 month (November 2011 - November 2016) in n52 as Red Robin (Teen Titans vol 4 & 5, Batman Eternal, Batman & Robin Eternal):
2 years (August 2016 - July 2018) in Rebirth as Red Robin (Detective Comics):
I wanted to put the photos up to help clarify the differences between each of these versions.
Yes, there's overlap between the last two, because Teen Titans vol 5 finished several months after the start of Tynion's Detective Comics run. The two characters are essentially separate - switching over to Rebirth was a messy process that took several months depending on the title
The majority of appearances of 'Red Robin' as a character are of n52 'Tim Drake', who doesn't have the same backstory, parents or history as Robin as the characters either side of him. He's the one that most long term fans of the character would rather not talk about or think about.
Tynion's Detective Comics run between 2016 to 2018 was about taking the characters therein back to their pre-Flashpoint characterisation, as much as possible. And you can tell from the costume, Tim was 'Red Robin' in name only. He was wearing a Robin costume that simply happened to have an extra R on the crest. He looked like a Robin, acted like a Robin, was doing Robinlike work for Batman, and when Young Justice 2019 started he got a costume update that dropped the extra R from the top and he's been using Robin again ever since (less the attempt at using 'Drake' as a code name in 2020).
So why did it fail? Here's a bunch of reasons:
People don't like the cowl design on Tim: even Marcus To, the artist best associated with Tim as Red Robin before Flashpoint, perpetually draws Tim with the cowl down and often with part of the costume off for commissions and artwork.
People don't like the new 52 version of Tim.
Red Robin was a costume that Tim put on back in 2009 as a punishment to himself while was was doing 'unRobinlike' things looking for Bruce, and once that circumstance was over, there wasn't that much time during Reborn to really cement it as Tim's adult persona due to the universe getting cut off and rebooted.
New 52 Tim was largely not associated with the rest of the Bats for various editorial reasons, making him an outsider that's unusual compared to the rest of his characterisation since 1989.
To show the difference for Tynion's 'Tec run and convince all the fans that new 52 Tim was gone, they decided to make a very clear visual distinction between the characters. That visual distinction essentially was making Tim into a Robin again.
If you're looking at character storyline for Tim Drake, son of Jack and Janet, the story arc effectively goes: Batman Reborn, Convergence, Detective Comics, Young Justice 2019. Which is a story of Tim transferring himself back OUT of the Red Robin costume as he healed and no longer needed it as a temporary measure, and regaining his memories and history.
I mean, why would DC want to use Red Robin for Tim? It's got the difficulty that Jason has taken over effective ownership of the colour red for identification in the family purposes. It's associated with times of grief in Tim's life (because Tim explicitly wears red for loss: for Kon and for Bruce) and with storylines they've excised from his history. It's explicitly a form of self-flagellation.
It could have been Tim's Nightwing, but it's effectively ended up Tim's Grayson period. Something that happened and is referenced, but there are good reasons not to return to.
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Can I just say thank you thank you. đđđ
I grew up with the 2004 Batman cartoon and I have thought Dick and Bruce had a parental relationship whether it be father/son or Big brother/little brother it depends on the adaption.
I have just recently got back into Batman and into comics in general and I was honestly a bit shell shocked to see so much well adopted family incest which is just wow but Iâm just numb to the internet at this point so nothing surprises me anymore.
What I canât stand is liars, I swear these people who ship dick and Bruce together are just straight up in denial in some places just accept youâre shipping something taboo. Donât lie to me about how much they hold a place in queer history which is greatly exaggerated given how it happen based on a lie by a quack and his horrible book note the beds were separate I checked the infamous comic panel itâs just draw really badly but given how tight the deadlines for comic back in the day were I will forgive that poor artist. Also another book they source from the 2000s book written about the queer coding of Batman and Robin seems to really like to leave out the fact that Dick is a child and is written as one. No matter what gen he was written as young lad with hobbies similar to that generation and time period mostly.
Like yes at the time it was done because homophobia but donât pretend there wasnât another issue aka it would be the grooming of a minor like for context homosexuality was see as connected to pedophilia. Like seriously when I was looking into this topic, it honestly felt like telephone because how much the original context of the panel was lost like seriously does no one check sources anymore.
Another thing they donât bring up is how in the 1940s adopting was very uncommon and seen as weird to many it wasnât as accepted back then which is why ward was used because that was more acceptable back then. Itâs also the reason why Jason was adopted by Bruce because it was more acceptable when he was created. Also it was such a non issue to the writers at the time that even though technically Dick wasnât adopted by Bruce on panel he still treated as one by the writers mostly before Marv Wolfman decided it make for interesting story to have Bruce not adopted Dick and have Dick have a whole hang up on it and is confused by why Bruce didnât at that time.
Like literally I am tired of people claiming Dick doesnât want to be adopted by Bruce or that he never wanted him to his father to him itâs simply just not true although it is complicated. Like Dick wonât call Bruce dad but in his eyes as he got older he saw Bruce as a father figure as well as his second dad and Bruce has always seen Dick as like a son and to his actual son blood or no blood for crying out loud he bloody raised him along with Alfred for over ten years like how could Dick not develop a parental bond with him and Alfred ahh. He may not be father of the year but he still cared and look after him all those years like no wonder Dick felt hurt in the original Marv wolfmen story when he wasnât adopted.
Now, I will say in the early adaption of Batman and Robin and even the silver age to an extent. Did betray them as brothers because well the age gap was closer in 1966 version and late 70s cartoons of them so I can see why older fans can see it that way and the silver age mostly do a big brother little brother dynamic with them. While golden age seems to flip flop and if they were father/son or Big brother/little brother and the Bronze Age they went to father/son by the end because that was probably more interesting to write. Like a son repelling against his overly critical and overprotective father figure was probably relatable to lot of teens and young adults reading Dick stories at that time. Then the rest of eras after that just settled with them being Father/son duo mostly. We donât talk about Devin weird ass takes in their relationship I swear she is just inserting herself in some characters just to be creepy towards Richard and well she nearly destroyed Oliver character by writing him being weird about Richard when he was Robin which was just yikes.
I also just find it so gross how she took a very reserved and very ace coded character like Dick Grayson and sexualised him, like making his exotic and making him overly sexual is just huge yikes to me and making him Romani because circus is such a huge stereotype and quite harmful. I have such mix feelings about Richard being romani because of how it was done and Tom Tyler has done a poor job in my opinion as well. Like originally Dick was just pure American then his mother became european notable french in one of them which makes more sense to me. I donât know, I will eat my socks when itâs done well which would be wonderful but right now itâs just no to me. Also, why Richard like what just because heâs sexy Devin and he is romani because circus. Like my ass is as white as snow but even I know that is a weird ass take and honestly fetishy in nature I feel.
Which leads to me being so weary of people who do use it because like yes some people do it so well take notes writers at DC. But others well⊠I feel just sexualise him for the sake of it and I get very suspicious of people who make draw Dick overly feminine or straight up make him the wife in the relationship. It just makes my trans man heart nervous because usually they also ship Richard with older man (Bruce with him as well probablyâŠ) which in Canon he has called creeps and acts super uncomfortable around them. Like whatever ship your taboo ships just keep a safe distance from me okay. It just sadden how Richard is written as overly sexual and slutty like that is not my boy. đ
I think the reason it also upset me so much is Bruce in a lot of ways is like my dad when he is written as a well meaning father figure. I relate to Dick being the eldest of many siblings and also my Dad is my stepdad but he has raised since I was nearly one. I know itâs not the same but to me he is my father and nothing will change that. Itâs why I canât stop people who act like Bruce and Dick arenât father/son because well heâs not adopted by law so itâs doesnât count but to Bruce already is and honestly I just wish in modern adaption just get adopted as a early teen at this point. Like even modern DC doesnât hide or exclude Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne eldest son and Iâm so happy for that. (Even though he has been adopted by law but as an adult but I digress.)
I will shot myself mentally if I see another person claim it is DC heteronormative doing their relationship like shut up. You who says this bs you clearly donât care about queer history or adoption history in general and itâs so harmful how people try to undermine adopted families like that. Like seriously ship what you like just donât pretend it isnât taboo as all hell. đ€ Also, anyone who claims this donât you dare call young queers homophobia because theyâre saying how it is. You donât see people defending pedophilia and incest in Greek mythology do ya.
(Then I think in my head how strange it always the ace coded characters that get sexualised or made the secretly horny seductress/playboy type food for thought.) đ€
Oh apologies for the kinda rant there but this honestly this has been bothering me about the bat fandom. I will say Iâm still a noob when it comes to comic book history and I havenât read most of Dick and Bruce books but I have done my best to do my homework on them and the rest of Batman history and it members. I have honestly only read modern books like world finest and short teen titans spin off book. Iâm currently pre order Mark Waid latest book Batman and Robin year one which I am so excited for truly he is saving me given me some good Father/son moments with Dick and Bruce. Also maybe the new Nightwing which I hope will be good, I read TT run online free because Iâm poor :p and it was so boring, Richard just feels so bland in that book. Like I will give TT credit their some good panels and moments but thatâs just it. My inner Dick Grayson fanboy is showing ha ha. đ
Anyway, sorry my rambling but honestly this fandom baffles me sometimes.
I have nothing to addâyou said it all. Loved the rant and I agree with all of it! Thanks anon!
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Thigh High Boots
request: @kellyxo1 asked "Idk if its weird it just popped into my head but maybe a eddie x reader where hes been busy with his campain and paying no attention to reader and she teases him with wearing thigh high boots and nothing else and she teases him and they make love"
warnings: SMUT +18, p in v, oral (f), fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, not proofread sorry :)
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âBaby, Iâm back!â you shout from the door closing it.
âHeyâ he says without taking his eyes off the sheet of paper heâs writing and drawing on.
âYouâre still with that?â you complain.
He has spent the entire afternoon writing the new campaign. He was having a hard time with his creativity and imagination lately. He couldnât think of anything, nothing that was good enough. You were gone for a couple of hours to help Robin buy a new outfit to wear for a date she has âand you bought something for yourself too while you were there.
âYeah, I had to start againâ he quickly answers. It was the truth though, at first he started with something, but as he read it again, he realized it was too basic, he had definitely wrote something similar before. So he threw that away and forced himself to keep thinking until he got something good. He started with a new idea, but he still was having a hard time. He had to finish it though, the campaign was in three days.
âEds, youâve been with that all dayâ you complain again.
âShh, wait, waitâ he lift a hand making a stop sing so he could keep writing.
Your eyes widened at this attitude, you were clearly bothering him. He kept writing, completely ignoring you. You sigh and walk away thinking of what you could do.
More time passes, maybe half an hour, and he still didnât even lift his head from the paper. You could see his frown or his stressed expression, cursing under his breath or mumbling something to then write it on the paper in front of him.
You sigh louder. Nothing.
You get into the bathroom with what you bought. Closing the door and opening the box inside the bag, you take out your new thigh high boots. Black, leather, shiny.
You have had your eye on them for a while, and when Robin asked you to come shopping with her you had your opportunity to finally purchase them. You came home exited to try them on and show them to your boyfriend whom you were a 100% sure would go crazy over them.
The problem was heâs ignoring you. But you have an idea.
You take your clothes off. Shirt, pants, shoes, underwear. You put the boots on and you feel powerful, sexy, confident.
You walk out of the bathroom with a smirk, feeling yourself. Eddieâs still clueless, eyes and attention completely taken by his work.
You walk over to him until youâre behind the chair heâs sitting on. You hug him from behind, slowly passing your hands from his shoulders to his arms and land on his torso.
He keeps erasing words on the paper and writing over them.
âEds, can I get your attention for just one second?â you whisper on his ear.
âMhmâ
You walk a few steps to stand in front of him, still touching his arm with one hand.
His face changes so beautifully. From a stressed frown and faintly pursed lips, to a slightly open mouth, doe eyes going up and down your body, not deciding what to land on. Your pretty face, startling breasts, voluptuous hips, or black thigh high boots making him go week on the knees.
âI wanted to show you what I got today, do you like them?â you say innocently, like youâre not completely naked but the sinful pair of boots on you.
He whispers your name, almost whimpering.
You very slowly spin around to show him all sides of the boots on you, but the boots werenât the only thing he was looking at. Gazing at your back and ass first.
âWhat do you think?â you tease.
âBabyâ he definitely whimpers now. âFuckâ
âWhat? What do you wantâ you softly ask him.
âWant youâ he simply says.
âOkayâ you move the notebook and the pens on the table to a side, forgetting about them, and take a sit on the table right in front of him. You open your legs planting your covered feet on either side of him on the chair. His gaze goes straight to your pussy. âI think you know what to do nowâ
His face quickly shoves into your centre and you moan surprised. He starts making out with your pussy making you even more wet.
âMmh, slowly babyâ your hand stokes his hair and he slows down running his tongue through your folds. âFuckâ
Then he focuses on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his hands grabbing your thighs that are on both sides of his head. âEddie, youâre doing so good babyâ
He moans at the praise and you keep talking to him, making his erection hurt. âRight there, what a good boy, so good for me babyâ One of his hands leaves your thigh to start palming himself through his jeans.
âYou better not be doing what I think you areâ you say and his eyes open to watch you with guilt. âAre you touching yourself without asking me first?â
âPlease, it hurtsâ he complains.
âNever told you to stop eating me outâ you order and he goes back to your pussy. âYou were doing so well, why do have to misbehave?â you say disappointed. âFirst you ignore me all day acting like Iâm not here and paying more attention to your game than me, and now youâre not even grateful Iâm not punishing you but also you touch without permissionâ
His tongue stops moving, he slowly pushes his head back and a smug smirk forms on his face.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask getting angry.
âYouâre such a spoiled bratâ he laughs pursing his lips. âWas that why you did all that fucking show for? Cause you needed attention?â
âEddie-â
âNo. Get off the table and turn aroundâ he orders now. You move slowly still doubting. âQuicker babyâ he mocks your tone from before.
You stand facing the table with him now stood up behind you, no longer sat down. He pushes you down so your front is pressed against the table. You moan surprised. His hands run through your back, your ass and your legs covered by the boots.
âI love these new boots by the way, you look absolutely sinful with themâ he says. His hands go back up to your ass, groping it, and smacking it once. One hand lowers to your core, running his fingers through it and slowly pushing two in, you moan. âSuch an attention whoreâ he goes quicker, you can hear the squelching from how wet you are.
His thumb starts working on your clit and you try to hold onto something but all you find is the endless table. You don't even try to be quiet while his fingers work inside of you, he curls them touching just the right spots.
You clench around his fingers and he notices. âYouâre gonna cum baby?â He asks and you nod. âAnswer me, use your wordsâ
âYes, Eddie!â you moan. And just when youâre about to release, just when you were feeling the pleasure build up in your belly, it suddenly stops, he took his hand out. A whine comes out of your mouth before you could even think about it, a sign of complaint.
âYou think you can act the way you did and still cum anytime you want?â he asks sarcastically. âSuch a slut, coming out naked wearing only these fucking boots, just for me to look at you for a bit. Was it too long of day without my attention on you? I don't know how you did it before me, princess"
If he was hoping for an answer he didn't get one. I don't think the right expression for your state right now could be 'fucked out' because you didn't even get to cum. Maybe it was because of that, your mind could only think of his fingers, arms, torso, tattoos, neck, lips. His dick. Basically just Eddie.
Eddie Eddie Eddie.
Who, speaking of, lifts your upper body so you're standing up against him. "You okay, princess?" he softly asks, no longer teasing or rhetorically asking.
You nod you head. "Just want you, please, Eds"
"Want you too, baby" He confesses, you can tell he's softer now. He takes his shirt off and lowers his pants along with his boxers. He takes a sit on the chair behind him and helps you turn around so you can sit on his lap. "Are you comfy there?"
"Mhm, very" you bite your lip and give a smile.
He starts kissing you, bringing your body even closer to his, chest to chest. His hands run all of your back, to your ass and thighs. Your hands tug at his hair which makes him groan against your mouth.
It's a heated kiss, to show how much you need each other right now. He positions the head of his cock on your entrance and you understand what he wants. You push it in, slowly, until it's all in. He groans louder, you moan higher.
You start going up and down with his help, he's holding your hips and guiding your moves. Up and down, side to side, front to back. Moves that just make it feel amazing.
You keep kissing, swallowing each other's moans that are louder and louder each time. He kisses your neck, or more like attacks it with kisses, licks and bites that leave marks behind.
"Fuck, Eddie!" that's all you can say, a variation of profanities and his name. But he loves it and drives him crazier than anything else.
He grabs your hips harder holding you in place and starts bucking his thrusts upwards hitting your spot even harder.
"Eddie! Oh, fuck!"
"Princess, fuck, you make me go feral. I fucking love you so -mghh" his voice is groaning and he the only thing he can think of is harder, faster.
You start playing with your clit and he's mesmerized by the sight. Your pussy swallowing him and taking every inch of his fat cock, your puffy and wet clit being played with by your tiny and delicate fingers. He moans louder.
You watch his pretty face, he's checks are red and a slight layer of sweat is making his skin shiny, his mouth is opened in a rounded position, and his eyes are fighting to stay open just so he could watch you.
"Yes baby, play with your clit, fuck you're so wet you're dripping onto my lap, so fucking tight"
Your other hand placed on his shoulder starts grabbing harder pushing your nails into his skin. Your moans are incontrollable.
"'m cuming!" you manage to say.
"Yes please, cum for me, cum on my cock, make a bigger mess baby" he begs and it makes you cum right there with a scream. He keeps fucking into you. "I'm almost there, sweetheart, oh fuck I'm-"
He groans against the skin of your shoulder, grabbing your hips even harder, leaving the marks of his fingerprints. He stops moving once all of his cum is inside of you.
After a few minutes of catching your breath, Eddie helps you to the couch and takes care of cleaning you up.
âNow every time you wear those boots, Iâm gonna get hardâ you laugh at his joke.
âIâm gonna wear them often, thenâ you joke now.
âIâm sorry for being a dick today, I shouldnât have ignored you like I didâ he states. âItâs just Iâm running out of ideas and I have the campaign is in three days and I feel like everything I have so far is shitâ
âItâs fine Eds, Iâm just worried about you, I donât want you to overexert yourselfâ you explain. âI know youâre against postponing the campaigns but maybe you should consider it. They would understand⊠and if they donât Iâm gonna have a talk with themâ
In the end, Eddie did postpone it for next week. Gareth and Mike were the only ones who got mad, but after Dustin had talked to them, they finally understood.
Dustin had been worried about Eddie too, noticing how stressed he got every time the campaign was mentioned, and was the first one to defend his dungeon master before you even had the chance.
You helped Eddie write the campaign. You read what he had so far and realized you were right from the start, he was overthinking it. But you helped him change the things he didnât like and helped him with the ending. Finally the campaign was held on Monday, so didnât waste any more time.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie munson imagine
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Award season starts tomorrow and I canât help but think of actor Steve and rockstar girlfriend attending all these award shows. And the public isnât aware of their engagement until they hit the red carpet at the golden globes and anytime a reporter asks about the ring they both act coy đ„č
You are so right for that baby!
Regardless of the awards show, the prep remains the same: Steve doing fuck-all until the last possible minute, while you get poked and prodded within an inch of your life for the majority of the day before getting quite literally sewn into a gown for the rest of the evening. And he feels for you, really he does because itâs not fair that youâll be raked over the coals for the slightest perceived misstepâ choice of designer, amount of jewelry, hairstyle, makeup, etc.â while he can just show up in a Thom Browne suit and call it a day.
As much as heâd like to whisk you away, back to the cosy mountain chalet and honeymoon engagement haze (he very much misses the days of you running around an oversized cashmere sweater, illuminated by the lights of the Christmas treeâ even better were the times when you were wearing the engagement ring only), awards season beckons. And you take it all in stride, god does he love you for that.
Vickie had absconded with you not long after breakfast and Steve hasnât seen or heard from you in hours at this point. Itâs torture and he finds itâs something heâd rather not take part in again. Robin is doing what she can to keep him occupied, going over upcoming projects and reminding him of his schedule while he idly sips from his drink. He half-heartedly keeps up with a texting conversation with Eddie, speculating on the ridiculous red carpet interview questions and whether or not youâll be wearing something that will make Steve weak in the knees.
The answer is always yes, and Edâs got odds in favor a brief exit during the awards ceremony that will have Steve returning slightly flushed with a dazed look in his eye.
âRally the troops,â your voice startles him from the entryway. âHarrington, letâs get this show on the road!â
Robin shoots him a knowing smirk and follows him into the foyer. Vickie stands behind you, her hands full with her clutch and yours, free hand carrying the excess black fabric of your gown.
And holy shit, Steve is in for a rough evening.
Hasnât even gotten to the venue yet and heâs already slipping. Robin claps a hand on his shoulder with a wicked grin, âDeep breaths Steve, keep âem coming.â
He doesnât know where to look firstâ your tits pressed against the black fabric, looking as if they could spill from the corset any second now, the high slit of the skirt showing an expanse of your thigh bracketed by a black garter and stocking drawing the eye down to an impressive heel that makes your legs look positively delectable, or the prominent gleam of the sparkler on your ring finger affixed over the black sheer opera gloves on your arms.
Steve wants to fall on his knees to grovel and beg you to skip the ceremony and let him worship you for hours instead.
The man is simply not going to make it.
When his eyes finally make their way back to yours, he raises a solitary brow as you wiggle your fingers in the gloves. âYeah?â He asks with a nod to the ring on your left hand.
You smile so sweet and he swears heâs falling in love again.
Christ Harrington, get a fucking grip.
âYeah,â you say, soft and low, extending your hand to fall into his. âAlways.â
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The Golden Globes was always fun.
Drinks and carousing, an atmosphere of humor and frivolity. Plus, Eddie always managed to sneak his way to Steveâs table with his screenwriter girlfriend in tow. Heâd have you snickering and laughing more than the host could ever hope to, making it a boon for the camera operators to zip by for a shot of your table. Steve, ever the professional, had honed a poker face over years of these events. You, however, had decidedly not and, as a result, various memeable moments had occurred thanks to yours truly.
Eddie had one as your contact photo, as a matter of fact.
Before you can relax and settle in for the show, the red carpet had to be walked. In years past, Steve had braved it alone and done the perfunctory interviews, graciously dodging any inquiries about your relationship per the PR teamâs advice. And you had done the same for the AMAs and Grammyâs. It was a good system and it worked a treat, occupying the media outlets with soundbites and quotes while one of you walked in after last call and bypassed the entire circus.
But this yearâŠ
âSteve! Cherry!â
A cacophony of voices calling your names as you step onto the red carpet and stand for photo call. As you exited the car, Vickie all but threw the black clutch at you, waving her left hand all the while. Now, the supple leather was safely in your grasp, effectively blocking your left hand from prying eyes. Steveâs arm winds around your back, settling his large hand at the small of your back.
His thumb moves in soothing circles against the fabric, pulling you close as the flashbulbs fire. âYou look down right evil tonight,â he murmurs, voice pitched low, breath fanning against the sensitive skin of your neck. âAnything to say for yourself?â
You smother a laugh and look back over your shoulder, spotting Eddie. âI plead the fifth.â
As you wave him over, Eddie wolf-whistles loud enough to wake the dead. He cackles and drags his girlfriend over by the hand. âDamn girl, can I call you sometime?â
Rolling your eyes, you tug him into the photo. âEdward, you know I cannot be held responsible for the varied ways in which Steve will kill you.â
His girlfriend huffs a laugh, âThat makes two of us then.â
A few photos are taken of the four of you before the handlers single out Steve. He parts from you reluctantly, dropping a kiss on your brow before he leaves. âYouâre paying for that later, yâknow.â
âSure, honey,â you brush him off with a smile, âWeâll see if you can walk the talk once Iâm through with you.â
He nearly stumbles at that, earning another laugh from Eddie.
_
âSteve!â The reporter crows into the mic, waving him over, âSo good to see you, thanks for stopping by.â
âYou as well, and thanks for having me.â
Steve hates this part. Well, truthfully he loathes most of his charade, but heâs not about to bite the hand that feeds him. Give a little, get a little, or so his publicist says. She prattles on about something or otherâ his nomination or upcoming projects, heâs not really sureâ and turns back to him.
âCongratulations on your nominations tonight, but are additional congratulations called for? Maybe for you and certain Grammy award winning artist?â
âOh thank you very much,â he effuses with a smile. âYou mean Eddie over there?â He glances over his shoulder, finding the long-haired man easily. âI mean weâve been buddies for a whileââ
The reporter laughs, âNot exactly, but it is nice to see him here supporting you.â
Steve refrains from rolling his eyes, âHeâs supporting Liz Finch. Sheâs nominated for best original screenplay, but Iâm sure you already know that.â
You slowly turn, catching the last part of Steveâs clipped response, eyes narrowing. âBe. Nice.â you mouth at him, knowing he shouldâve eaten something before you left the house.
âOf course, my apologies.â The reporter has enough sense to look abashed, âI just meant that itâs nice to see the four of you together, supporting one another.â
He hums in assent, eyes trailing you as you chat with a few friends making the rounds. Their eyes generally fall to your left hand, still hidden behind the clutch youâre carrying, curious as you exchange pleasantries.
Steve does his level best with the remaining interviews, but they always try and cajole a confirmation from him either about his relationship with you or a potential engagement. Little do they know that behind that little black bag, nestled just underneath your engagement ring, sits a wedding band.
To his mind, it really doesnât matter if he comes home with a Golden Globe tonight because heâs already won something better than another statuette or accolade: a rockstar wife.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#modern actor!steve#fic: hmlahr#awards season blurbs#ceeâs got mail!
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Do note that all of my DC knowledge comes from friends, text posts, and three shows (Young Justice, Teen Titans, and Teen Titans Go)
â Damian: I like saying no. It lowers their enthusiasm â Tim: Iâm fine Tim: Itâs just that life is pointless and nothing matters and Iâm always tired â Damian:Â Do you think that marrying penguins made some kind of statement? Tim:Â Yes Tim: The statement was that you're really lonely and you need a pet â Jason about Dick:Â Suspect is... obnoxious and irritating, even from a great distance â
Dick: I'm too young to die and too old to eat off the kids' menu Dick: What a stupid age I am
â Robin!Jason: Look. I might not have been a saint, but it's not like I killed anybody. I wasn't an arsonist. I never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground Batman: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that
â Alfred after setting up one of the Batkid's birthday parties:Â I would say I outdid myself, but I'm always this good. So I simply did myself â Jason: I came up with hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed â Jason after acting like he was Tim so he could stay up later: Why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities? â Bruce: how did you get my children to gang up on me like this? Alfred: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes â Bruce: Until I was 25 I thought the only response to âI love youâ was âOh crap' â Tim extremely sleep deprived: You know whatâs weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever heâs getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about? Jason drunk out of his mind: Jason: I've never thought of it like thatâ â Jason: It hurts my Jasonâs apple! Tim: For the last time, itâs not named after each individual man! â Tim: You didnât cry when Bambiâs mom died? Bruce: Yes, it was so sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer
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Ghosts of Our Pasts: 8
DP x DC Crossover
Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU
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Ao3
Part 8
"I wasn't sure what colors were still free,"
"Tt, It is ridiculous." Damian needed to stop saying things on impulse. Even if the oversized construction-orange hoodie jacket was a monstity, everything he said sounded cruel. Everything was cruel, he was aware he was not a pleasant person. It had never seemed like a problem before.
But his brother took it in stride, just like all his brothers did. Danny grinned, "Exactly!"
"It will draw attention," Father warned, but in the resigned way most often heard when discussing Grayson's early decisions as Robin.
Danny shrugged, "I can handle that, but I'm not like, super attached to it though, if its a problem."
"It is not a problem. You're wearing pants."
"Oh?"
"Robin insisted."
"Oooohhh," Danny said, only... he was looking at Damian.
"Not me! That was Graâ the first Robin!"
"Are you sure, I remember a time when you and pants did notâ"
"I am wearing pants!"
Dany made a show of considering this point before conceding. "You are wearing pants."
Damian did not grumble as he pulled a spare domino and Comm from his belt. He took a step forward to hand them off no too-quick movements, nothing that might be perceived as a threat. And Danny simply took the items, if his movements were equally choreographed he did not show it.
"Test, test?" The voice came clear through the comms. They ran the rest of the comm checks, everything came up clear.
Danny expectantly bounced on his feet, he was wearing worn sneakers not boots.
"This isn't a patrol." Father reminded them, then he looked to Danny "We may need to stop and handle something on the way. Don't feel obligated to join in."
"I haven't lost thatâ"
"I'm not discrediting your skills. Or saying you can't get involved. I'm asking you to take additional caution until we get you proper equipment."
There was a moment where Danny's mouth worked, the usual whiplash of being interrupted by someone who had accurately guessed your argument and addressed it before you finished the sentence. Then he responded, "Yeah, okay, makes sense."
A nod and then they were off. The route had been planned specifically so they wouldn't have to grapple until Danny had a proper harness. Damian didn't know exactly what Danny had said the night before that led to them leaping across rooftops, but he couldn't find himself suprised that Danny kept up with ease.
It was an inverse of a game they'd once played. Danny would run ahead to show the way, slowing so a younger Damian could learn the footing on his own. Only now it was Damian showing the path, and Danny attempting to reach the same place quicker or more efficiently. He melded into the shadows suprisingly well for someone dressed to meet OSHA safety standards.
As much as he had worried, this was a good idea.
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This was a terrible idea. Danny reflected. He had no idea what was normal for an average human. He hadnât stuffed himself so firmly into his flesh in ages, and trying to do that while leaping up buildings! Could normal humans jump this high? Should he be able to lift his weightlike this? Was the domino hiding the fact that his eyes were probably a fog light?!
His feet were too sure on uneven surfaces, his shoes were gripping far better than they should and he knew for a fact the shadows were clinging to him! He tried to tell Gotham to knock it off, but he couldn't do that without unfolding a bit and he was definitely gonna to do something inhuman if he did that!
Bio-dad was right behind him! He should've downplayed his skills more, should've just suggested they drive! But noooo, he'd wanted to run around Gotham's rooftops like a bat! He still wanted to, he just didn't know how to human!
It was so much easier back home, had he flown that last bit? Or had he caught a little gravity anomaly? Is he standing on a vertical surface as if it were the ground? Cool! Let's find the step that will let us do it too! Vanished from existence? Probably a portal, best avoid that area! Gotham was, while a bit more liminal than most places, was not going to hide his weirdness!
Crap, had he been breathing enough?
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Neither of his children were out of breath. Bruce realized when he got to the top of the building. He was proud of them. But as they sprinted off across the next set of rooftops, he reflected that he was not as young as he used to be.
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Danny stopped without warning. His shoes made the barest scrape on the ledge that alerted Damian to stop too. He was looking down towards an alley barely visible from their vantage point. Then Damian heard what Danny must have: a man's voice, demanding a purse.
Danny inclined his head, Damian nodded. As one they lept down.
He was a little insulted that the man noticed him first, instead of Danny who could only be more obvious if he was wearing reflectors. But he did notice Danny, and the crook for some reason decided Robin was the lesser threat.
Damian did not freeze up. But suprise made his actions waver, and it only took a second for the man to point his gun at his new target.
Less than a second to fire. Everyone was moving. The woman was running. The man was turning the gun Damian. Damian aimed his sword to disarm, because he had managed to retrain his instincts away from an automatic killing blow.
The gun toppled away. And before Damian could fear what the crook changing targets after firing might mean, Danny had the weapon pointed at the man.
The crook with a blade aimed at his throat and a gun pointed at his chest paled and raised his empty hands in surrender.
"Now what do we do?" Danny stage whispered to his brother.
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Danny, realizing he can't suck the mugger into a soup thermos, and that human vigilanteism has so much more logistics to worry about:
The orange jacket is absolutely a reference to Haiju's sequel Shadow of a Doubt. Both Phantom of Truth and its sequel were a major part of me deciding to get into this Phandom, as well as part of the reason I write nowadays. So please check it out if you aren't familiar.
It's also a family thing for Danny, if he can wear both his dad's colors and his bio-dads symbol, idea makes the core go brrrr
Next one will be short one, because I find it super easy to set up lines that I feel close out chapters really well. And I couldn't just put more words after that! But it's already written, and so's the chapter after that, so I'll probably post it soon
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