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[jk--47]

Whenever there are stories of beautiful virgin sacrifices, they are always dainty and small, but I just imagine the virgin chosen from your small village was you, a hunter, like your father. You’re over six feet tall, muscular, and very intimidating.

Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but I just imagine the god being so confused like:

 ‘I know im supposed to be the god of war and everything, but she fukin scares me. How did they even get her here? If she wasn’t willing, they definitely couldn’t make her do anything... holy shit she’s hot.’

He falls in love with you anyway, and he becomes an obsessed simp for his strong, perfect wife, his wife.

[2b4st4r]

Hello again! Thank you so much for fulfilling my request, it was so beautiful and I enjoyed reading every single word of it. I just can’t get enough of your writing, it literally makes my day. I want to make another request please, where the strawhats meet someone (female) who can basically turn invisible but also has phantom like qualities like she can walk through walls but when she holds something or someone, they can turn invisible too and walk through walls as well. Again similar idea where the strawhats are very impressed by her and want her part of their crew. You are in full control on how lengthy you want it and the direction of the plot goes too. Please take as much time as you need to write this, no need to feel rushed. I hope you have a great rest of your week, please take care of yourself!

A Whisper in the Walls ˎˊ˗

Straw Hat pirates x Reader

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⤷ Words: 12,637

⤷ Warnings:Loneliness/isolation, vulnerability, bittersweet elements, fem reader!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ A/N: I had such a nice time writing this; it was so fun! Oh, also, I tried a different writing style. Please give me feedback! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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The wind always tastes like dust here.

Dry. Bitter. Like old bones ground into the sand, swept through the cracked alleyways and broken windows of a town no one really remembers how to leave. The buildings lean like tired ghosts, all slouched shoulders and hollow eyes, their doors always half open, like they’re waiting for someone to come in… or something to come out.

You prefer the rooftops.

The island is called Uonuma, but most passing sailors just call it “The Whisper.” It’s the kind of place that only shows up on a map when it wants to. Trade ships give it wide berths. Fishermen swear their nets rot faster when they drop anchor here. And the Marines? They avoid it like it’s cursed. Which, in their defense… might not be entirely wrong.

There are stories about you. Whispers that float in with the sea fog and never quite leave.

Some say you’re the ghost of a dead girl who cursed the island with her dying breath. Others say you were a child born in a storm, who drowned and came back wrong. The more creative ones think you’re a shadow of an ancient weapon, sentient and silent, bound to the decaying ruins.

You’ve heard them all. Sometimes you even whisper them back to the drunks who wander into the ruins at night. It’s a game, really.

You’re not dead, though. Mostly.

You’re just… different.

The Yūrei Yūrei no Mi. That’s what they’d call it, if anyone really knew what you ate. If anyone had the guts to get close enough to ask. The Ghost Ghost Fruit. And you, a drifting phantom with dry fingertips and a voice like an attic door creaking open.

You can feel when people walk into your world—when they pass that invisible threshold between the living and the forgotten. It’s not like a sixth sense exactly. More like… a pressure. Like someone walking across the top of a coffin.

Today, it was a ship. Big one. Loud. Happy voices. The press of dozens of souls, hearts beating, laughter echoing against the walls of the dead town like rain on a tin roof.

The Straw Hat Pirates.

You don’t get many visitors who aren’t either lost or looking to be.

From the safety of a rooftop, the wind tugging at your coat and the sun struggling to burn through the fog, you watch them step off the ship. You phase your hand through the rusted chimney next to you, just because you can. It passes through with a soft chill, like your body’s just a suggestion, not a rule.

Robin’s gaze lingers a little too long on a cracked statue near the docks. She’s heard the rumors. The way her hand drifts toward her chin tells you she’s curious, maybe even amused. Jinbei is more serious—his expression unreadable, but alert. Nami’s frowning already. Too many broken windows. Not enough people. The island is unsettling and she knows it.

Brook… well. He’s humming something under his breath. A requiem? A lullaby? With him, it’s hard to tell. His eyesockets flick this way and that, and if he still had a heart, you’d bet it’d be pounding.

The rest scatter a little, like kids on a field trip. Luffy’s shouting about “ghost food” while Usopp nervously clutches a slingshot and Sanji complains about the lack of restaurants. Franky’s already poking at a crumbling water wheel. Chopper’s trying to get a pigeon to talk to him.

You sigh. You hate this part. The introductions. The screaming. The part where they realize the walls are watching.

You don’t want to scare them. Not really. But sometimes, it just happens.

Your foot brushes the edge of the rooftop. You lean into the emptiness, let gravity pretend it matters. As you fall, you vanish—no flash, no shimmer, just gone. It’s easy now. Like stepping into another room. You let your body phase through the roof of the inn below, drifting down like mist. Your boots make no sound when you land. You make no sound.

You peek through the cracks in the wood at the newcomers outside, the taste of the island’s fear still stuck to your tongue. They’ll feel it soon enough. The way the shadows move wrong. How their voices echo too far. How the doors sometimes close even when there’s no wind.

You turn invisible again. Old habit. Safer that way.

You’ll watch them. Learn their rhythms. Figure out if they’re just passing through… or if they’re the kind who dig too deep.

And maybe—just maybe—if they’re not complete idiots… you’ll let them see you.

Eventually.

When the fog is just right.

You watch them stagger through the abandoned streets like children in a haunted playground, curiosity and trepidation mingling in their laughter and whispered anxieties. You, ever the unseen puppeteer, feel a rare thrill—a hunger not for solitude but for that vibrant, electric pulse of life. Joy, amusement, even a touch of mischief spark inside you as your eyes narrow at a solitary figure cowering near a mossy lamppost. The man with the long nose—known among the few islanders who dare speak his name—hides in a doorway, shaking so fiercely that his shadow seems to shudder on the crumbling wall. His darting eyes, desperate to avoid detection, are almost a dare, tempting you to play.

You glide along the silent corridors of the ruined town, every step deliberate, every breath a whisper. Memories of lonely days haunted by the echo of your phantom existence ripple like distant laughter, and for once you crave the warmth of connection—even if only to tease. A mischievous smile curls your lips as you drift silently behind a shuttered window near the bustling market square. Below, Luffy’s exuberance fills the empty air; his eyes light up as he stumbles over a loose cobblestone, sending a ripple of delighted confusion through the group. With a subtle twist of your power, you ripple the shadows around his feet so that, for an instant, they seem to come alive—waving like grasping hands. The laughter around you falters into startled gasps as Luffy jerks upright, his grin turning into astonished wonder. You can’t help but let out a silent chuckle, savoring the sweet taste of his fear and delight intertwined.

Across the open lane, Robin stands near a collapsed stone arch. Her cultivated calm is momentarily disrupted as the faint sound of a creaking door—impossibly out of rhythm with the stagnant silence—echoes from behind her. You tug at reality, and a gust of air flits through her hair, carrying a phantom whisper that brushes past her ear like a secret. She turns sharply, eyes sparkling with both irritation and reluctant amusement, as though she suspects the hand of mischief. Her gaze drifts to Jinbei, who is already alerting the others with that inscrutable seriousness of his. The subtle terror you’ve planted spreads like a controlled ember, not to harm, but to remind them of the eerie life pulsing through these deserted corridors.

Even Sanji, ever the connoisseur of sensations, shudders just as the aroma of an inexplicably chilled breeze precedes a fleeting glimpse of a figure barely visible in the corner of his eye. A door creaks open on its own near the dining hall of the dilapidated inn, and Brook’s skeletal hand pauses mid-air as he reaches for a chair that suddenly slides away on its own. Each small scare, a gentle reminder of your presence, fans the flames of legend and leaves a ripple of laughter in its wake—a laughter only those brave enough to acknowledge the uncanny might understand.

Some islanders have long since accepted your nature. In dim taverns and hidden safe houses, a few whisper encouraging words, urging you to keep the unwelcome souls at bay. They know the balance you maintain between mischief and menace, between playful haunting and the solemn duty of protecting their fragile haven. Their gentle approvals remind you that you are not alone, even as you walk the line between phantasm and flesh.

In the shadows, your essence drifts, ever unseen yet palpably felt. The man with the long nose, trembling at the threshold of a deserted alley, becomes a small thrill—a beacon of life among those ghosts of rumor. His shaking, his futile attempts to hide, ignite within you an impulse to stretch the boundaries of your own loneliness by interacting with these trespassers, these souls living in a world too lively to be haunted alone.

And so, with every silent leap from one forgotten doorway to another, you embrace this new sense of purpose. The island, with its eerie stillness and hidden inhabitants, becomes your canvas. A gentle scare here, a subtle whisper there, you orchestrate a dance of shadows and fear—a performance meant to remind these wanderers that here, on these haunted streets, nothing is ever as it seems. Tonight, in that bittersweet interplay of mirth and mystery, you promise yourself that even a phantom can find moments of joy in the laughter and terror of those who dare cross your path.

The longer you linger, the more the fog seems to dance in your favor.

It coils between buildings like curious fingers, sliding around the Straw Hats’ legs as they cross into the heart of the town. Their footsteps are loud—far too loud for this quiet place—and you can’t help but trail above them, watching from the rooftops like some amused gargoyle. A few shutters creak as you pass, but you don’t bother to muffle the sound. You want them to know something’s watching.

Below, they’re reacting exactly how you hoped.

“What was that?” Usopp’s voice spikes as a chill runs up his spine. He spins around with a dramatic flourish of his slingshot, eyes bulging. “Something just breathed on me! I swear! I felt it on my neck!”

“It was probably your own cowardice,” Robin muses, her tone light, but her eyes are tracking the fog like a scholar studying a living thing. “Though… there’s definitely something here. It’s not just ghosts. It feels… aware.”

“I like it!” Luffy shouts, arms flung wide. “It’s like the island’s playing tag!”

He sprints forward into the fog, vanishing briefly, then reappearing halfway down the street, laughing like a child in a funhouse.

You blink.

That one’s different.

“Captain!” Sanji calls after him, already irritated, coat fluttering dramatically. “Don’t just run off, you idiot! What if the ghost doesn’t like tag?!”

Brook tilts his skull slightly, as if listening. “I must admit, even I feel… a presence. It’s like being stared at by something cold and shy. Like someone’s peeking from behind the curtain of the afterlife.” He shivers, which you find adorable, given his complete lack of skin.

Chopper hops nervously between them, glancing toward a weathered old shop with broken glass and ivy crawling through the cracks. “I don’t like it… This place feels like it’s not really empty. Like it’s just pretending to be.”

And then, from across the road, a quiet chuckle.

The Straw Hats whirl around to see an old woman sitting peacefully on a stoop, leaning back in a rickety chair like she’s sunbathing in a place where the sun barely bothers. Her skin is paper-thin, folded over bones like tissue, but her eyes are sharp and kind.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” the old woman says with a raspy laugh, eyes twinkling. “She just likes to play.”

Your heart lifts at the sound of her voice.

Mama Reiko.

She’s one of the few who knows you’re real—really real—and not just some cautionary tale. She’s never feared you. Not once. Occasionally, she brings you dried seaweed snacks or pickled plums in little cracked bowls and fusses over your hair like you’re still ten.

“She?” Brook asks, stepping forward with curiosity. “Do you mean the ghost girl in the legends?”

“Oh, she’s not a ghost,” Reiko says, leaning forward. “She’s alive. Just… a little touched by the other side.”

Robin narrows her eyes slightly. “The stories said she could vanish, walk through walls, even make others vanish. That she’s part of the island itself.”

Reiko just chuckles again, unfazed. “The stories say a lot of things. Most of them wrong. Except the part about her being mischievous. That part’s true.”

You snort quietly, hiding above them. Reiko winks up at the roofline, right where you’re crouched, and for a second, you feel like a kid caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

The Straw Hats look up.

You’re already gone.

But the breeze that follows tickles their ears. A soft whisper, like someone giggling just behind them. Brook spins around. Usopp screams. Luffy laughs even harder.

“Yoooo! That was AWESOME!” he yells into the empty air. “Do it again, ghost friend!”

You blink again, unsure how to process that. No one’s ever asked you to keep going before. Usually, they run. Or cry. Or wet themselves. (That happened once. You don’t like to think about it.)

From your place behind a crumbling signpost, you reach out with the tips of your fingers, invisible and intangible, brushing gently against the back of Nami’s shoulder. She stiffens. Looks behind her.

Nothing there.

You shift a pebble beside her foot. She steps back.

“Okay. No,” she says firmly, holding her staff out. “I am not in the mood for ghost games today. Not when we just restocked supplies.”

“She likes you,” Reiko pipes up helpfully.

“She could show it with snacks instead of invisible groping,” Nami mutters.

That makes you laugh. Loud enough that the sound actually echoes this time, bouncing off the narrow alleyways like a bell in the mist.

You let yourself phase through the wall of a nearby bakery and perch in the upper window, chin resting on your arms as you watch them regroup, faces lit up with varying degrees of fear, confusion, and reluctant amusement.

You haven’t felt this alive in years.

They’re fun. They’re loud. They’re curious.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll let them stay a little longer.

Maybe, for once, you won’t just be the ghost they’re afraid of.

Maybe… you’ll be the one they remember.

There’s a strange rhythm to their presence now. The way they move through the ghost town feels less like trespassing and more like… visiting. A few of them even laugh freely now, their voices pushing back the quiet like sunlight prying through closed shutters.

And still—you linger.

You don’t usually go this far. Not with your other powers. The invisibility, the phasing—that’s easy. That’s safe. But the other part, the part that lets you share it, the part that pulls someone just slightly out of phase with the world… it feels different. Intimate. And you haven’t used it on anyone in a long time.

But the swordsman—Zoro, they called him—catches your attention in a way you don’t expect.

It isn’t just the way he moves, like someone who doesn’t trust walls to be solid or paths to stay straight. It’s that… he’s calm. Unbothered. He isn’t flinching at every whisper like Usopp or peering into the mist like Robin. He walks forward, head tilted slightly, eyes scanning but steady, as if he’s been in stranger places than this—and maybe he has. He moves like a man who wouldn’t panic, even if the floor disappeared under his feet.

So you test him.

You drift low, behind him, your form shifting like a curtain in a draft. He’s standing near an old fountain, glancing toward Mama Reiko, who’s muttering to Luffy and laughing in her throat like she’s hiding a hundred secrets under that sun-wrinkled smile.

You slip up behind Zoro and, gently—just for a breath—you touch him.

Your fingers ghost across his shoulder.

And his entire right arm vanishes.

It’s only for a second. Just a flicker of your power. But it phases out of the visible world, translucent and cold like morning fog, until only the hilt of his sword seems to float in midair.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t jump.

He stares at it.

There’s a pause—a silence with weight—and then he slowly flexes his now-invisible fingers. They pass through a nearby rusted lantern hanging from a beam. He watches it happen. Then he exhales.

“Huh,” he says. That’s all.

You blink down at him from the awning you’re crouched on, a little stunned. You expected confusion, maybe even a startle. Not… acceptance.

Mama Reiko watches the whole thing from her seat, and when Zoro’s arm fades fully back into the world again—returning with a shimmer like heat in the air—she hums with a knowing little smile.

“She likes you,” Reiko calls across the street, pointing her cane in Zoro’s direction. “Letting someone borrow that power? She doesn’t do that for just anyone. You must not be too annoying.”

Zoro glances upward, expression unreadable. His fingers curl once around the sword hilt again, testing the feel of it. “I didn’t even see her.”

“She sees you,” Reiko says, tapping her temple. “Ghost Girl’s always watching.”

Luffy laughs like that’s the best thing he’s ever heard. “Yoooo! Zoro, she likes you! Maybe she’ll teach you ghost powers! Then you’ll never get lost again!”

“I don’t get lost,” Zoro mutters.

“Your arm just did,” Sanji snorts, lighting a cigarette. “It was probably trying to find the exit.”

Zoro scowls and flips him off, with the hand you just turned invisible. You cackle silently from above, curling tighter into yourself with glee. You haven’t laughed like this in… God. Years.

Down below, Chopper is practically vibrating.

“Wait wait wait!” he says, tugging on Brook’s sleeve. “Did you see that?! That was amazing! She touched him and—poof! His arm was gone! Gone!”

“She really is a ghost,” Brook murmurs with awe. “Or something very close.”

“More than ghost,” Reiko says, watching the rooftops with a fond sigh. “She’s heart and mist and memory, all twisted into something soft. But she ain’t cruel. Not to the ones who don’t deserve it.”

Robin steps forward now, eyes narrowed in fascination. “So she can share her phasing ability… That explains some of the rumors about people vanishing just by being near her.”

“She can take you with her,” Reiko confirms, folding her hands. “Make you see the island the way she does. Hollow. Quiet. A step out of time.”

You watch them all with something warm bubbling in your chest. Not fire—nothing so bright. Just… warmth. Like the soft coil of steam from a teacup on a cold morning. These people—this crew—they aren’t just interesting. They feel alive. Messy and loud and bright in all the places you’ve long since gone dim.

And maybe, if you’re careful… maybe you’ll let one of them see you for real.

Not just the shadow in the mist.

But you.

The ghost girl of Uonuma.

The one who watches—and maybe, just maybe, wants to belong.

You follow them further than you meant to.

Their laughter tugs at you—something magnetic, something you forgot you missed. For so long, your place has been the fog, the half-seen alleys and crumbling rooftops. But now, you drift closer, your presence thin and quiet, stitched to the breeze that carries the scent of cracked stone and old rain.

They pass the bakery where you once lived. You pause there for a moment, watching Chopper peek into the broken windows, eyes wide. There’s still a pale curtain swaying in the dark, though no one’s opened that window in years. You wonder if he notices. You hope he does.

They keep walking, weaving through the husk of the town as the fog thickens at their feet. The air grows colder here—not hostile, but dense, like a warning murmured under breath. You can feel the edges of your influence, the stretch of your power like a spider’s web laid carefully over the bones of the place you’ve sworn to protect.

And now they’re approaching it.

Not a wall, not a gate, not anything that would catch the eye of someone who doesn’t know.

Just a shift.

A line in the world where your influence ends.

They’re at the edge of the phantom town.

Everything they’ve seen—half of it isn’t real. Not really. The broken rooftops, the endless fog, the illusion of a place forgotten by time… It’s a veil you keep over what lies beyond. The real Uonuma. Not a ghost town, but a hidden village, quiet and still, tucked safely away from pirates, from bounty hunters, from Marines who don’t care who they burn.

Robin slows down first. She’s sharp. She feels it.

“There’s something strange here,” she murmurs. “The fog stops.”

“What fog?” Luffy asks, already two steps ahead of her. “There’s just road.”

And then he crosses the line.

He doesn’t even take a full step.

As his sandal passes through the veil, there’s a sound—low and hollow, like a bell struck underwater—and the air shudders. Light warps around him. Then something grabs him, invisible, and tosses him backward like a leaf in a gust of wind.

“Luffy!” Chopper yelps.

Luffy lands hard, skidding on his back with an oomph and a laugh. “Whoa! That was cool!”

“Cool?!” Nami rushes over, crouching next to him. “What was that?!”

Zoro’s already drawing a blade, not in panic, but with the calm readiness of someone who knows he’s being warned. Robin’s eyes narrow. Brook reaches a bony hand toward the invisible barrier and draws it back just before his fingers pass through.

Mama Reiko approaches from behind, her cane tapping the stones like a steady drumbeat.

She doesn’t speak at first.

She waits.

And you—hovering just above, tucked into the roof of an abandoned watchtower—give her the sign.

You let a single petal fall.

A white blossom, impossibly fresh, drifting through the fog like a piece of snow. It lands softly on her open palm.

She nods, smiles to herself, and turns to the crew with the weight of someone who’s seen too much and is still proud to carry it.

“She’s protecting something,” Reiko says. “That’s why she keeps the fog so thick, the buildings so broken. To hide what’s still left.”

Nami blinks. “Hide what?”

“The real village,” Robin says softly. “It’s still here.”

Reiko taps the stone with her cane. “Beneath all this? There are gardens. Children. Elderly folks. Craftsmen. People who fled the world and came here because they wanted to be forgotten. And she—our little ghost—let them be.”

“She made this whole place look dead?” Usopp asks, peeking around as if he might suddenly see something new.

“She made it invisible,” Reiko says. “Just like she does with herself. Just like she did with your swordsman’s arm. She cloaks the town in phantom light, in illusion. So no one can find what’s still worth protecting.”

“She’s powerful,” Jinbei says, his voice low with respect. “To sustain such a field across an entire town…”

“She’s more than powerful,” Reiko says. “She’s kind. Even if she acts like a little goblin most days.”

You flinch slightly at that, then laugh into your hand.

Reiko grins like she heard it.

Luffy’s already standing again, brushing dirt off his shorts. “So if she’s protecting people… then that means she’s a good ghost, right?”

“She’s not a ghost,” Reiko says, for maybe the tenth time today. “She’s a girl who made herself into a ghost to protect what was left.”

Luffy squints up at the empty space where your power curls in on itself. His grin is big, wide, bright. “Then I like her.”

You hover there for a moment, unsure why your chest feels warm and tight at the same time.

They saw through it. Through you.

Not the scary stories. Not the whispers. Not even the veil of fog.

They saw the intention.

The protection.

The choice.

You exhale and let your form phase through the wall again, quiet as dusk. You won’t let them through the barrier. Not yet. Not all the way.

But maybe… maybe you’ll walk with them a little longer. Just behind the mist. Just out of reach.

And maybe next time, when Luffy steps forward again—

You won’t throw him back.

They don’t know it yet, but you’ve started the test.

It’s something older than the fog, older than the peeling rooftops and half-forgotten alleyways. A whisper passed down in your bones—not something you were taught, but something you knew, the way your Devil Fruit let you slip through the world like a rumor. It isn’t cruel. But it is real.

Because no one’s gotten this far in years.

Not this close.

And deep down, where even Mama Reiko can’t reach, you’re scared. Scared that they might see too much. Or worse… that they might take what doesn’t belong to them.

So you test them.

It begins quietly.

Their shadows stretch too far as they walk.

The light bends in the wrong direction, like it’s being pulled away from their bodies, hungry for something beneath their skin. Robin is the first to notice. Her foot hovers mid-step as she watches her own shadow flicker, stretching along the cracked stones like a river of ink.

“Something’s… wrong,” she murmurs, fingers twitching.

Chopper pauses beside her, nose twitching. “The air feels weird. Like it’s buzzing.”

“It’s her,” Brook says, his voice quiet now, respectful. “She’s watching us.”

But Mama Reiko says nothing.

She sits back down on her stoop, pulls a small plum from her basket, and bites into it slowly, watching the fog without blinking. She knows exactly what’s happening. But she won’t interfere.

She never does.

You begin with Zoro again.

Not because he’s the easiest, but because he’s steady. You draw your presence along his shoulder like a breath of frost, not enough to stop his steps—just enough to nudge. To see what stirs beneath his calm.

He doesn’t falter.

But his shadow doesn’t follow him. It lags behind. And when it catches up, you see it—clear and sharp, like a second skin turned inside out.

The echo of him.

The soul’s silhouette.

Solid. Sharp-edged. Bound by resolve and direction, even if his path never makes sense. There’s a storm in it—anger, purpose, loyalty. He would kill to protect his crew. Die, too. You don’t touch it, but you see it.

You move on.

Nami flinches as something brushes her ear, but it’s not your fingers—it’s the weight of being known.

You tug her shadow gently, and the soul below it glimmers like gold under glass. A thief’s fire. Quick, cunning, and restless. But there’s love there, buried in worry. Worry for the others. For herself. For a home she once lost and never quite found again.

Usopp talks louder now, maybe to scare away the feeling. “You guys feel that?! It’s like we’re being sniffed by the spirit realm! I swear if I explode into flowers or bones, I’m gonna haunt her forever—”

And then he feels it too.

Just for a moment.

A weightless pull behind his ribs, like a hand reaching through a mirror, touching his fear, his bravery, all tangled like roots under the surface. You feel his soul flicker and dance—fragile, sure, but honest.

None of them see you.

But all of them feel you.

You don’t show yourself. You can’t. Not for this.

Because this test—it’s not about strength, or cleverness, or even kindness.

It’s about truth.

What would they bring into your town?

Who would they be, if the mist let them through?

Luffy is last.

He’s not worried. He’s laughing again, standing with his arms out, spinning slowly in a patch of open stone like he’s trying to catch raindrops that aren’t there.

“Hey, ghost girl!” he calls up into the air. “Wanna be friends yet?”

Your breath hitches.

You slip behind him, silent as memory, and let yourself reach—just a little. Just to touch the soul you can already feel burning in him like a second sun.

And it’s—blinding.

You recoil.

It’s not that it’s too much. It’s that it’s too open.

Luffy’s soul is wide, unfiltered, untethered. There’s no shadow over it. No fear. Just joy, and hunger, and grief, and light. The kind of light that doesn’t ask permission before it shines.

He laughs again and turns toward the fog.

“C’mon,” he says to the others. “She’s still watching.”

Zoro huffs. “Yeah. Felt that.”

“Felt like getting x-rayed by a goddamn ghost cat,” Nami mutters, rubbing her arms.

Chopper is half-curled on Brook’s shoulder now. “She saw inside us.”

Brook nods solemnly. “Our souls are in good hands.”

And still, Mama Reiko doesn’t say a word.

Not until you give the second sign.

A low gust moves through the street. Slow and deliberate. Not natural. It lifts the hem of her shawl and carries the scent of plum blossoms.

She smiles into it, stands, and dusts off her skirt.

“Well,” she says, looking toward the mist’s edge. “That’s a first.”

“A first what?” Robin asks.

“She’s never tested this many before,” Reiko says, stretching her back with a quiet pop. “Usually just one. A scout. A wanderer. Someone easy to turn around.”

“So… did we pass?” Luffy grins, eyes wide with hope.

“She hasn’t decided yet,” Mama says, and her voice is heavy now, more than age. “She’s still watching. Still wondering if you’re the kind who takes, or the kind who protects.”

Then, quieter, to herself: “But I think she wants to hope.”

And you, floating just above them, hovering between fog and air, ghost and girl—don’t know what you’ll do yet.

But you are hoping.

And that’s more dangerous than anything.

The veil parts.

Only for a moment. A breath. A heartbeat between fog and light.

It begins with a shiver in the air, like the world exhaling. The mist at the edge of the ghost town peels away—just enough. A sliver of light opens like a door, narrow and golden. And through it…

They see it.

The real Uonuma.

Sunlight spills down whitewashed walls and cobbled streets dappled with green vines. The smell of fresh bread drifts through the air, and laughter—children’s laughter—bubbles like a spring from somewhere unseen. Clothes flap on lines between houses. Flowers bloom wildly in windowsills. The town is alive.

Nami gasps. Chopper’s eyes go wide with wonder. Even Robin’s lips part, the light reflected in her gaze.

“Whoa…” Luffy says, shading his eyes with his hand. “It’s like a whole new world.”

But before he can take a step forward—

She appears.

You appear.

You don’t drift or phase in.

You walk.

Out of the mist like a ghost given form, barefoot on stone, your hair swept in every direction by a breeze that doesn’t exist for anyone else. The air around you shimmers faintly, like the heat off sun-baked roofs, but cool—unreal. You’re not dressed in rags, but you wear the stillness of the veil like a cloak. There’s something hollow and soft in your expression, like moonlight caught in a reflection.

And it is the first time Mama Reiko has seen you fully in years.

She stops breathing.

Her hand curls around the head of her cane, and her eyes shimmer with something that looks like awe.

“…Y/N,” she whispers.

You don’t look at her. Not yet.

You stand in front of the opening, one step from the sunlit threshold, and raise your hand.

“Stop.”

Your voice is soft. So soft it shouldn’t carry. But it does. It ripples through the air, past flesh and bone, into spine. Into soul.

The crew stops dead.

Even Luffy.

Your eyes flick over them. Sharp, knowing. You can see them—all of them. What they are. What they carry. What they’ve done. The fog inside people always speaks louder than their smiles.

Zoro meets your gaze with a quiet nod. Robin studies you like an artifact in motion. Chopper stares like he’s seeing a myth.

And Sanji?

Sanji’s jaw goes slack. A puff of smoke drifts up from the end of his cigarette, forgotten.

“…Mon dieu,” he breathes. “An actual goddess…”

Brook leans toward him and says, “She’s literally made of mist and melancholy, Sanji-san, be respectful.”

“She’s made of art,” Sanji mutters, smoothing his hair. “Look at her eyes. That’s the kind of woman who haunts you in your dreams and your favorite jazz record.”

You ignore the swooning.

Mostly.

But your eyes narrow slightly, and the temperature drops just enough for a breath of mist to curl around his ankles.

He shuts up.

You speak again.

“This place,” you say, gesturing to the sunlight behind you, “isn’t for outsiders. Not unless they mean no harm. Not unless they carry nothing sharp inside them.”

Nami opens her mouth to protest—“We’re not here to hurt anyone”—but you hold up your hand again, and your gaze lands on her with weight.

“I know. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

Robin steps forward, her voice calm. “You let us see it. That means something.”

“I let you see because I’m thinking.” Your voice wavers then, just a little. Just enough to betray the strain. “No one’s gotten this far in years. No one’s gotten this close. The last time someone did…”

You don’t finish the sentence. You don’t have to.

The air thickens.

And behind you, the children’s laughter quiets, just a little.

Reiko’s voice breaks the silence—cracked, but firm.

“She’s scared,” the old woman says. “But she still showed herself. Which means she wants to trust you. Wants to believe you’re not like the others.”

Luffy doesn’t hesitate.

He steps forward—just one step, respectful, not reckless—and meets your eyes with a wide, earnest smile.

“We’re not,” he says simply. “We’re different. You’ll see.”

You stare at him for a long time.

That strange, blinding soul of his flickers behind his gaze like a second sunrise.

You don’t let them in.

Not yet.

But you step aside just enough for the sun to reach their feet.

And that’s more than you’ve ever done.

Mama Reiko watches you with tears quietly building in her eyes. “There you are,” she whispers. “My little ghost girl.”

You say nothing.

But the way you linger in the light—half-turned, half-here—means everything.

You step forward.

The sunlight behind you frames your silhouette like a mirage—almost there, almost solid. Your steps are quiet, careful, like the ground beneath your feet only accepts you out of habit. The mist parts in your wake.

The Straw Hats watch you with the wariness of people who’ve seen too much and still aren’t sure if this is a dream or a trap. Even Luffy, bright and open, quiets now. Something in him understands this moment is important.

You stop a few feet in front of them.

“I’m going to give you rules,” you say.

Your voice isn’t cold. But it isn’t warm either. It’s the voice of someone used to being the last line between peace and ruin. Of someone who’s learned that kindness, without limits, gets things burned.

“First: You don’t go where you aren’t led. Some doors stay closed for a reason. Second: You don’t speak of this town when you leave. Not its name. Not its people. Not me.”

You pause, and the fog curls tighter around your feet, listening.

“Third: You don’t lie. Not to me. Not while you wear this.”

From your sleeve, you pull something wrapped in an old cloth—delicate, almost reverent. You kneel and begin to unwrap it on the stone ground.

It’s a small, carved wooden box, worn by time and weather. The kind of thing that looks like it belongs in the corner of an attic, behind letters and unsent memories.

You open it.

Inside are bracelets.

Seven of them, each made from iron darkened with age, etched faintly with old symbols—ghost-script from before the island was named. They look like they shouldn’t fit together, and yet… they hum with a quiet, pulsing presence. Like they’re waiting.

You look up.

“These,” you say, lifting the first one with both hands, “will connect you to me.”

Robin’s eyes flicker with curiosity. Jinbei stiffens, cautious. Chopper leans forward in awe. Usopp reaches for his sling—half on instinct.

You hold the bracelet just above your palm, the metal dark and matte. No glimmer. No light.

“Before you put it on,” you say slowly, letting your gaze pass over each of them, “you need to understand something.”

The mist around your shoulders thickens. The sun dims slightly behind you, as if bracing itself.

“This island lives because I’ve made it invisible to the world. Not just from the eyes of people, but from fate itself. I keep death from coming. I keep hunger away. I stop storms from touching our roofs. These bracelets are part of that.”

You glance down at the bracelet. It pulses once—soft, alive.

“If you put it on,” you say, “you’ll be under that same protection. You’ll see what the town really is. You’ll be allowed to walk its streets without the mist. But—”

You lift your eyes again. The air chills slightly.

“—if you try to harm anything, if your intent turns against the people here, even in passing…”

You snap your fingers gently, and the bracelet in your hand shudders—then dissolves into mist, reappearing in your other palm.

“…I will know.”

Zoro’s grip tightens on his sword, not out of threat—out of habit. He studies the bracelet with a slow breath.

“Sounds fair,” he mutters.

Sanji steps forward next, hands in his pockets, grin still plastered across his face like it might help.

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting a single thing here, especially not a town protected by a beautiful woman with eyes like forgotten lullabies.”

You say nothing, but the mist curls around his ankles again in warning.

“…Right,” he says quickly. “Just the bracelet. Understood.”

You begin passing them out one by one.

Chopper takes his with trembling hands, whispering, “Wow… it’s kind of warm…”

Robin holds hers like a relic, brushing her thumb across the etchings. “It’s old magic. Ancient, maybe even pre-Void Century. Fascinating.”

Brook bows slightly, skeletal fingers curled around his bracelet. “I may be dead, but it still resonates. Remarkable.”

When you hand one to Usopp, he hesitates.

“It’s not gonna, like, turn me into mist or erase my memories or make me eat spiders, right? ‘Cause I’ve got very specific allergies—”

“It connects you to me,” you say flatly.

He pauses. Blinks. Then flushes.

“Oh. Cool. Cool cool cool.”

Luffy’s the last.

He steps forward, grinning like he already knows he’ll wear it.

You hold it out, but pause.

“You’re the one I worry about most.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

“Because people like you burn too brightly. You change things without trying. You don’t break rules—you bend them until they snap in half and start dancing.”

Luffy laughs.

“I like dancing.”

You stare at him.

Then slowly, carefully, you press the bracelet into his palm.

The moment each one of them wears their band, the air changes. Not with weight—with clarity.

The fog thins just slightly, like a veil being pulled back inch by inch. The town behind you breathes deeper. The birdsong grows clearer. And in their chests, each Straw Hat feels it:

A pulse.

A tether.

A link—subtle and strange and alive.

They are connected to you now.

To the ghost.

To the guardian.

And though they don’t know it yet, the bracelets are watching too. Quietly waiting to see who they’ll become in the light.

You finally look at her.

Mama Reiko.

Your eyes lift, slow and reluctant, the way a ghost might glance back at the life it left behind. For a second, you’re not the guardian, not the mist-veiled warden with one foot in this world and the other in something softer.

You’re just Y/N.

And she’s just the woman who raised you when everyone else was too afraid to try.

Her eyes glimmer behind the thin cloud of her breath, the fog curling around her feet like it knows better than to touch her.

“Well,” Mama says, voice dry but warm, “you still got bones under all that gloom after all. And here I thought you’d vanished for good, girl.”

You don’t smile.

Not quite.

But your shoulders drop a little. That sharp, haunted tension loosens.

“I never left,” you say, voice low. “I’ve been right here.”

Mama clicks her tongue, leaning on her cane.

“You’ve been hiding, not living. There’s a difference.”

You glance toward the Straw Hats. “I had to.”

Mama’s brow lifts. “And now?”

You stare at her for a moment, the weight of years and silence blooming between you like fog over water.

Then you say, “Now I’m thinking about letting them in.”

Mama’s face crinkles. A slow, blooming smile cuts across her cheeks, small and private like a secret kept warm in her palm.

“Took you long enough,” she mutters, and settles back onto her stoop.

You turn to the crew.

“Come on,” you say simply. “Follow me.”

They do.

One by one, bracelets humming faintly against their skin, the Straw Hats step past the mist’s edge. Luffy bounds forward without hesitation, grinning wide. Robin walks with curiosity in her gaze. Zoro lingers only half a beat before striding through like the fog’s nothing but smoke. The rest follow, some cautious, some awestruck.

And the moment they cross into the real Uonuma—

Everything changes.

The heaviness lifts.

The taste of the air sweetens, losing its stale, sunless flavor. Warm light spills across their shoulders like it belongs there. The old stone streets glow with life. Flowers lean toward them. The breeze is soft and smells like plum blossoms and morning bread.

Children stop running mid-game, wide-eyed and silent.

One of them points with a gasp. “Mama! Look! People came through!”

An older boy ducks behind a barrel, peeking out with excitement instead of fear. A little girl grips her doll and tiptoes out into the path, staring at Luffy with her mouth hanging open.

Elders pause at their doorways. Bent spines straighten just enough to watch. Their gazes are careful but not unkind. One old man squints hard and mutters, “A skeleton. Huh. That’s new.”

You keep walking.

You don’t look back.

But you feel Mama Reiko watching you.

She’s smiling again, a private, pleased kind of smile, like someone watching a sprout push through the cracks in old stone.

“She’s letting them see,” she says softly, to no one in particular. “That girl’s heart’s still soft, no matter how many ghosts she tries to wrap around it.”

And inside the town, as the Straw Hats take in the vibrant world hidden behind the phantom veil, the wind carries something lighter than mist—

Hope.

For the first time in a long, long time.

You walk a little ahead, the mist behind you curling shut like a door finally sealed.

The Straw Hats keep close, their footsteps oddly quiet against the cobbled streets. You don’t need to tell them this place is sacred—they feel it. The air hums with something quiet and kept, like a place that’s been holding its breath for years.

You stop beneath the shadow of an overgrown lantern post, its iron wrapped in creeping vines. The town stretches ahead, open and sunlit, the market square just beginning to stir. Banners sway gently in the breeze. Stalls dot the plaza—some selling woven fabrics dyed in the colors of twilight, others stacked with sun-warmed fruit, old trinkets, dried fish, or soft clay pottery.

You speak, without turning.

“I’ll let you shop.”

Luffy lights up like a lantern. “YOSH! I wanna try the—”

“But,” you interrupt, calm but firm, “you stay with me.”

They all pause.

You glance back over your shoulder, eyes soft but unreadable.

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for them.”

Robin gives a respectful nod, her voice gentle. “We understand.”

You begin walking again, slower this time, and the Straw Hats follow in your wake like a ripple across still water.

The market is alive, but cautious.

People watch from behind stalls and fabric shades. Some don’t recognize you at all—young faces, children grown while you haunted rooftops and mist. Others pause with recognition dawning slow across their expressions, like sunlight through cloud.

An old woman selling ribbon falters mid-sale, fingers still curled around a roll of blue silk. Her eyes go wide.

“…Ghost?” she breathes, the word not quite fearful. Not quite believing.

You pause beside her stall, eyes meeting hers. The woman exhales sharply. “It is you.”

You nod once. “Keiko.”

She startles. “You remember my name.”

“You used to braid flowers into my sleeves when I passed.”

Keiko flushes—laughs nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten. It’s been so long, Y/N…”

“I never forget.”

Her hand reaches out slightly, then hesitates, unsure if she’s allowed to touch you. You let her.

She brushes your sleeve. Still real. Still warm.

Behind you, Chopper’s ears twitch.

“Wow…” he murmurs, voice hushed. “They know her. They really know her.”

“More than I thought,” Sanji says softly, his eyes sweeping the square.

The vendors are shifting. Slowly. One by one.

A man selling dried plum sweets straightens his back and offers a cautious, respectful nod.

A woman with sun-lined eyes and a cart of painted masks glances toward you, and though she says nothing, she lifts a carved fox mask as if in greeting.

Not everyone smiles.

Some watch from their porches, unmoving. A handful lower their eyes and close their doors. Fear doesn’t vanish in a day.

But no one shouts. No one calls you a curse.

You stop at a fruit stall. The boy behind it—maybe seventeen, maybe younger—stares like you just floated out of a myth.

“…You’re her,” he whispers. “You’re the reason we’re still here.”

You tilt your head, almost amused. “And you’re the reason the apples are still sour.”

He stammers, flushing.

Luffy leans over your shoulder. “Ooooh! Do you got meat??”

You give him a side-eye. “Luffy.”

“Right. Sorry. Ghost meat?”

Usopp elbows him. “Dude.”

The boy nervously offers you all a small basket of fruit. “It’s fine,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “Take it. Please. It’s an honor.”

You take the basket. Then—maybe on impulse—you pluck a fruit from it and hand it to the boy.

“Split it,” you say. “With someone who’s still afraid.”

He nods, cradling it like it means something. Because here… it does.

Further down, you pause at a small trinket cart—one that sells old charms made from wood and bone, each one tied with thread dyed in the village’s own root-stain reds and sky-indigo blues.

You pick one up. A ghost-bell charm.

The woman behind the cart stares, mouth slightly open. “I never thought I’d see you… not in daylight.”

You look at her, expression unreadable. “I never thought I’d be seen.”

She smiles, tentative. “Welcome back.”

You tuck the charm into your sleeve and nod.

Behind you, Mama Reiko watches from her stoop, cane across her lap, eyes glittering with something halfway between pride and knowing smugness.

“She’s walking like she belongs again,” Mama mutters. “Hah. About damn time.”

You lead the Straw Hats deeper into the heart of the town, where people are beginning to step out of the shadows, not with cheers or fanfare—but with quiet, cautious hope.

A little boy tugs his mother’s sleeve and whispers, “Is that her? The ghost lady?”

The mother glances at you, your mist trailing softly behind your bare feet as you move, and nods.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “That’s our ghost.”

And the ghost is smiling. Not fully. Not yet.

But enough to feel a little less like a shadow.

And a little more like someone home.

You keep walking—past the old peachwood fence where sparrows nest, past the stall with lanterns dyed with indigo ink and stitched with wind charms, past the parts of town you’ve watched for years without stepping into.

It’s strange.

Your feet feel heavier the deeper you go, not because of dread, but because you’ve never really walked this far with company. The veil always curled tighter the moment someone came close. You weren’t meant to share this place.

And yet here they are.

The Straw Hats.

Bright. Unfiltered. Chaotic like wind over river stone.

Luffy bounds between stalls like a pinball, staring at everything with such awe it makes your throat ache. Chopper clings to Usopp’s shoulder, whispering theories about the bracelets and the fog and your “anti-curse ghost frequency.” Robin’s eyes are soaking in every corner like she’s reading the town itself. Brook hums as he walks, and Zoro looks like he wants to pretend he doesn’t care—but you catch him looking. Not just watching. Looking.

Sanji’s been trailing slightly behind you the whole time. Not in fear—no, he’s watching you. Guarded, maybe, but respectful. Like if he looked away, you might vanish again.

You’re not used to being seen like this. Not touched by attention that isn’t suspicion or reverence or old dread.

It’s exhausting.

And… it’s kind of nice.

You stop near a stall run by a woman you haven’t spoken to in years. She’s selling grilled mochi cakes, their skins browned and crisped with soy and sugar. They smell like a warm home.

“I’ll pay for them,” you say.

You hand her coins you haven’t used in over a decade. They still carry the faint scent of incense and moss.

She looks at your face.

And she smiles.

“No need,” she says. “It’s good to hear your voice again, Y/N.”

You don’t know how to respond to that.

You just quietly take the food and turn back to the group.

Luffy’s already halfway to swallowing one whole, and you flick a tiny bit of mist at his face, making him splutter.

“Chew,” you warn.

“Mmph—’kay,” he says, mouth full.

Chopper nibbles delicately and gasps. “It’s so gooood!”

Sanji gives a low whistle. “You always feed your guests this well?”

You don’t quite meet his eye. “Guests don’t usually make it this far.”

He tilts his head at that but doesn’t push.

Usopp inches up beside you, his hands jittery. “S-So, Miss Ghost Protector Lady—uh, Y/N—I heard from that old man over there that you once walked through an entire avalanche and made it turn around. Is that true?”

You stare at him.

Then blink. “No.”

“Oh.”

“But I did convince a dying tree to stop pretending it was dead just to spite the sun.”

He gawks.

Robin laughs softly behind him.

As you pass, villagers nod to you—some cautiously, some with eyes wide like they’ve only seen you in dreams. One child hides behind her father’s leg and peeks out, whispering, “She’s not scary at all…”

You stop walking.

You kneel slightly, just enough to look the child in the eye.

“That’s because you’re not afraid.”

The girl stares at you, round-eyed, then offers a tiny flower she’s been holding. A single ghost lily.

You reach out and take it gently.

The petals are cool and fragrant, and for a moment your hand almost flickers into mist—but you hold steady.

“…Thank you,” you say.

When you turn, Luffy’s grinning at you like you just told a joke only he heard.

You raise a brow. “What?”

“You’re weird,” he says simply.

“Thanks.”

“I like you.”

The words land so cleanly, so plainly, that your next breath catches somewhere between shock and laughter.

It’s been so long since someone just said that without fear. Without needing a reason.

You shake your head. “You’re all so…”

“Awesome?” Usopp offers.

“Noisy,” you reply.

“Fair,” Robin chuckles.

You start walking again, deeper into the town. Some of the villagers fall into step near you, watching the Straw Hats with growing curiosity. You hear murmurs:

“Are they pirates?”

“Did she let them in?”

“Why now?”

“They’re smiling.”

And the truth is—so are you.

Just a little.

The wind picks up. It smells like baked rice and blooming citrus trees. There’s music in the distance—soft, string-plucked, the kind that sounds older than most names.

You’ve never walked this far from the veil without looking over your shoulder.

But now you’ve got laughter at your side, footsteps following yours, and seven strangers with light in their hands and storm-song in their voices.

And for the first time in years…

You’re not alone.

“Hey! Y/N!”

You don’t have time to turn fully before it happens—

Luffy’s warm hand wraps around yours.

You freeze.

For a second, you’re not the veil-walker, the ghost, the guardian of Uonuma’s phantom shell. You’re just a body—a startled one—and that body is being tugged forward at full Straw Hat Captain speed.

He yanks you toward a nearby stall, one with a bright red canopy and tiny carved animals perched along the edges. “Look at these!” he grins, pointing wildly. “They got little wooden tanuki with hats!”

You should pull back. You should.

But his grip is warm. Alive. Real.

And something in your chest—dormant for far too long—trembles.

You go with him.

Your footsteps are unsure at first, like bones that forgot how to move with joy. And then—

You flicker.

Not disappear.

Flicker.

Your body stutters from mist to solid in a breath, like the ghost in you is surprised by your own decision. The bracelets on your crew shimmer faintly in response—just for a second—and then settle.

And then suddenly you’re fully visible.

No haze. No veil. No glimmering edges.

Just you.

In sunlight.

Whole.

And the entire street stills.

The town hasn’t seen you like this in over a decade. Not half-faded between planes, not as a drifting shape on a rooftop or a voice behind the mist.

But you. Laugh lines around your mouth that haven’t been used in years. The tilt of your brow. The quiet intelligence in your eyes. The figure that has haunted their stories, their songs, their warnings to curious children—suddenly very much human and standing in the middle of the market holding a pirate’s hand.

Gasps ripple like wind through tall grass.

You hear someone whisper, “She’s… she’s still beautiful.”

Another voice, hushed and reverent, “She’s real.”

And in the distance, a child yells with glee, “She’s not floating anymore!!”

You jerk your hand back.

Too fast. Too harsh. Your fingers tremble as you hide them in your sleeves, face dipped low, mist already curling instinctively around your ankles like a defense.

“I—don’t—” you start, but the words slip sideways, flustered and raw.

Luffy blinks at you.

“Oh,” he says, unbothered. “Did I scare you?”

“I—no. Not scared. I just—” you pause, startled at your own voice. It sounds so close when it’s not echoing through the fog. “That was… sudden.”

He grins, not a trace of shame. “You looked like you wanted to go somewhere but were pretending not to.”

You blink.

“That’s not… unreasonable,” you admit, quietly.

He beams.

Then turns to the vendor, who has been frozen with a painted tanuki in his hand the whole time. “We’ll take two of those!”

The man stammers, but eventually nods, wrapping them carefully and placing them in a cloth pouch. Luffy pays without hesitation, then shoves one toward you.

“Here!” he says. “Now you got a matching one with me.”

You hold the little wooden tanuki, its tail curled in a spiral, hat perched slightly crooked. You don’t know what to do with it.

“You… don’t have to give me things.”

“I want to,” Luffy says, with that easy simplicity that always sounds like the most truthful thing in the world.

You stare at him. At the creases in his smile, the way his joy is so loud it feels like it could drag the stars down to earth.

The townsfolk are still watching.

Some are crying quietly.

One of the elders—Hideo, an old man with a voice like rust and wind—mutters from his stall, “Maybe the ghost girl’s finally tired of being lonely.”

Mama Reiko, sitting across the square with a pipe between her fingers, watches with a look you can’t quite name. Not amusement. Not surprise.

Something gentler.

“She’s remembering,” Mama says to herself, eyes never leaving you. “What warmth feels like.”

You glance back at the Straw Hats—all of them watching, in different ways. Robin gives you a faint, encouraging nod. Zoro pretends he’s not paying attention, but his hand is close to his sword. Just in case. Chopper’s already drawing in his notebook, whispering something about “social re-entry response patterns.”

And Sanji?

Sanji is staring.

Eyes full of reverence. Like you’re made of light, not fog.

You shove the little tanuki into your sleeve. “Fine,” you say softly. “But if he curses me, I’m blaming you.”

“He’s not cursed!” Luffy laughs. “He’s got a hat.”

You don’t laugh, but your mouth twitches.

Just slightly.

Then, still a little shaken, still not used to the way people are looking at you without fear, you keep walking.

But you don’t disappear this time.

Not completely.

The mist still clings to your feet.

But the sun?

It’s beginning to cling to your shoulders too.

Luffy is the first.

Of course he is.

He treats you like you’ve always been there, like you’re just another voice in the crew’s storm of noise and laughter and chaos. He doesn’t tiptoe around your silence or the way your voice sometimes comes out like a whisper through old stone. He just is.

He sticks beside you as you walk, grinning wide, hands behind his head.

“So you’re like… a mist ghost?” he asks.

You glance sideways. “Something like that.”

“Cool.”

“…You’re not scared?”

He looks at you like that’s the weirdest question he’s ever heard. “Why would I be scared of someone who protects a whole island?”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

Then, slowly, you murmur, “You’re… very bright.”

“Thanks!” he beams.

And you vanish.

You blink out of existence on instinct—so fast the mist coils around your clothes like you just crumbled into smoke. Luffy stands blinking, then laughing.

“Hey! Come back, Ghosty!”

You reappear a few feet to the left, mist unrolling from your arms like long sleeves. “Don’t call me that.”

“But it fits!”

“I’m regretting letting you in.”

“Nah,” he grins. “You like us.”

You don’t argue.

Because, somehow, you do.

Zoro is harder to read.

He doesn’t talk much. But he watches everything. Especially you.

He doesn’t flinch when you appear behind him on a rooftop without a sound.

“I was curious if you could sense me,” you say, ghost-light curling around your shoulders.

“I knew you were there,” he mutters. “Smelled like cold stone.”

You pause.

“…You have a good sense of smell?”

“I trained in places where people tried to kill me.”

You blink. “Same.”

Zoro smirks at that.

A silence falls between you.

Then, casually, he tosses something at you.

You catch it without thinking.

It’s a small bottle of herbal oil. Local-made. Meant to soothe aching joints.

“You looked stiff earlier,” he says. “Like you don’t walk much.”

You don’t know how to answer that.

So you disappear again.

He chuckles under his breath. “Hah. She poofed.”

Nami is suspicious, at first.

Not hostile. Just careful. She’s good at reading people—especially the kind who could be dangerous if they weren’t kind.

“You’ve been alone for a long time,” she says one afternoon as you both browse a fabric stall.

You run your fingers over a bolt of indigo silk. “Is it that obvious?”

Nami hums. “You react like a wounded cat. Sweet underneath but ready to vanish.”

You sigh.

“You don’t need to protect yourself from us, you know,” she adds, then softens. “At least, not unless you’re planning to steal our stuff.”

“…I don’t want anything.”

Nami watches you, then slowly presses a small coin purse into your palm.

“What’s this?”

“Ghost girls need shopping money too.”

You blink at her. A ripple of cold fog leaks from your sleeves—embarrassed, startled.

Nami smirks. “There she goes.”

Usopp avoids you for most of the day.

Not because he’s afraid.

Because he’s terrified.

You catch him peeking at you from behind barrels. Ducking behind stalls. Once, you float past him in your mist-form just to spook him for fun.

He screams.

Later, he tries to impress you.

“There was this one time I defeated a hundred shadow demons in one night,” he says, arms flailing as you both sit beneath a paper lantern.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. They tried to eat my soul, but I was too powerful. My haki was too strong.”

You lean in.

“Is that so?”

You phase your hand through the lantern. The fire dims—flickers—and Usopp yelps.

“AaAAgh!! I-I mean! Yes! I mean—NO! I—”

You’re gone in a swirl of fog.

And from somewhere above him, your laugh echoes down.

It’s the first time you’ve laughed like that in years.

Sanji is dramatic.

Hopelessly so.

When you approach his end of the market, he spins with the grace of a dancer, one hand over his heart.

“Y/N-saaaaan~!”

You stop dead.

“…What are you doing.”

“Blessing the heavens for creating a being of such elegance,” he breathes. “You walk like mist given form. You vanish like a dream. You haunt my soul—”

You vanish.

Instantly.

Behind him, Robin chuckles into her palm. “That’s the third time you made her disappear, cook-san.”

“She’ll come back when she’s ready,” he sighs, lovestruck. “They always do.”

You reappear next to him, expression dry. “I didn’t leave because I liked it.”

He swoons. “She came back to reject me—how romantic.”

You shove a fruit tart in his mouth and walk away.

Chopper is nervous in the way young deer are nervous.

He tries to analyze you first—asks if you’re made of ectoplasm or mist. If your organs work. If you have a heartbeat.

You let him press his ear to your chest.

You do have a heartbeat.

It’s just… quiet. Like it echoes through deep stone.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers.

“…You’re not afraid?”

“No way. You protect people. You’re like a spirit doctor.”

You look away. “I’m not that good.”

He shakes his head. “You’re better.”

You vanish for a full ten seconds.

When you return, you drop a tiny carved bone charm into his hoof.

“For protection,” you say, and disappear again.

Chopper clutches it to his chest like treasure.

Robin is easy to talk to.

She listens. She understands silences as well as she does words.

You sit beside her on the temple steps one afternoon, both watching the children play in the courtyard. She doesn’t speak right away.

“I read about Uonuma once,” she says eventually. “A town swallowed by mist. Lost in time.”

You nod. “They’re not lost. They’re just… hidden.”

“Because of you.”

“…Yes.”

She turns, eyes soft. “You’ve done well.”

It takes you several seconds to reply.

“…Thank you.”

And when the silence comes again, it doesn’t feel lonely.

Brook approaches you late at night, where the moonlight pours through the mist like milk through water.

You look at him and feel something ancient.

Two ghosts meeting under borrowed stars.

“You’re not quite like me,” he says.

“No,” you agree.

“But you’re lonely, too.”

You nod.

“I won’t ask if it hurts. I know it does.”

You pause.

Then say, “…You can play for me sometime.”

Brook bows. “It would be my honor.”

You don’t vanish.

You just sit with him, letting the wind carry his tune into the quiet heart of your island.

Jinbei approaches you carefully.

Like a warrior. Like a diplomat.

Not because he fears you. But because he respects you.

“You hold great responsibility,” he says.

You nod.

“I have also protected things. Burdens that never sleep.”

Another nod.

“Tell me,” he says quietly, “when was the last time you rested?”

You look at your hands.

“…I don’t remember.”

“Then perhaps it’s time.”

You disappear before you even know you’re doing it.

He chuckles. Deep. Understanding.

“I’ll ask again later.”

You’re all together in the square when it happens.

Someone tells a joke. Probably Usopp. Or maybe Luffy falls off a stall again. Sanji’s yelling. Chopper’s laughing.

And something bubbles in your chest.

Light.

You don’t fight it.

You smile.

Not the polite ghost-smile you wear for strangers.

A real smile.

And they all see it.

And in that moment, something clicks.

You’re not just the ghost. The veil. The protector.

You’re you.

And for the first time in years…

That feels like enough.

The sun is setting.

You’ve always liked that hour best—when the sky goes soft and gold, and the mist around Uonuma curls up like it’s folding into sleep. There’s something peaceful about it. Something gentle. Like even the ghosts are tired.

The Straw Hats are preparing to leave.

You knew this moment would come. But it still lands like cold stone in your chest.

They stand by the docks. Laughing. Talking. Loading crates of fruit and little souvenirs. Chopper shows off a beetle he caught. Nami counts the coins she made trading local goods. Sanji lights a cigarette and grins up at the fading sun.

And Luffy… Luffy is looking at you.

Still.

Still bright. Still impossibly loud in his silence.

You walk with them to the edge of the dock. The villagers line the mist’s edge, quiet. Not mourning. Just watching.

You don’t know it yet.

But they do.

They’re watching you go.

Not today. Maybe not tomorrow.

But soon.

They can feel it. You’re not fading anymore.

You’re glowing.

You bow your head slightly to the villagers—soft, almost shy.

You whisper your goodbyes. Light passes over your fingers, turning your sleeves golden at the tips.

Children wave, some on their parents’ shoulders. Elders fold their hands in prayer. Shopkeepers nod with faint, sad smiles. A few of them bow.

They aren’t losing a ghost.

They’re setting you free.

And still, you don’t quite feel it.

Not yet.

Y/N!” Luffy calls, grinning wide, his hat tilted too far back on his head. He waves you forward, closer to the ship. “Come on!”

You blink.

“I’m not coming with you,” you say gently.

Luffy grins wider. “Why not?”

You open your mouth. Then close it again.

The mist at your feet curls tighter. “This is my place.”

“Nope,” he says.

You stare at him.

He points at you. “You feel like one of us. And if you feel like one of us, you are one of us.”

You shake your head slowly, unsure. “You don’t understand…”

Zoro crosses his arms nearby, watching. Nami frowns thoughtfully. Brook tilts his skull. Sanji is already dramatically lighting a farewell cigarette.

But Luffy?

Luffy takes a step forward.

He holds out a hand. “Come with us. I want you to. We all do.”

Your breath catches.

The air shifts. Your body flickers.

Just slightly.

You don’t vanish entirely—just enough to feel that pull, that slip between choices.

“I can’t,” you say.

And your voice cracks.

They all pause. Even Luffy.

“I can’t,” you say again. “I don’t think I… I’m allowed to leave.”

And though none of them truly understand what that means, they all see it.

The weight.

The veil you still carry.

“Okay,” Luffy says softly. He doesn’t argue. Just smiles. “We’ll see you again.”

Then they go.

One by one.

They wave. Chopper cries. Usopp promises to write you an epic. Sanji blows a kiss. Robin gives a polite nod. Jinbei’s farewell is a quiet bow, respectful and sure. Brook plays a parting tune that drifts through the air like a memory.

And Luffy, the last to board, simply looks at you.

Still glowing.

Then he’s gone.

And the weight comes crashing back.

It’s heavier than it was this morning.

So much heavier.

You don’t remember walking back. Just the sound of footsteps that might’ve been yours. Mist swallowing you like a cradle.

You end up where you always do when your heart hurts.

On the stone bench under the old bell tower.

Head on your knees. Cloak pooled around you like a wilted flower. Your breath fogging against your knees as the weight settles into your ribs.

The bench creaks.

Mama Reiko sits beside you without a word.

You don’t lift your head. “They’re gone.”

“I know.”

“I said no.”

“I heard.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“…I know.”

Silence.

A bird cries somewhere overhead, carried by the fading light.

You press your face deeper into your arms.

“They’ll forget about me.”

“No, they won’t.”

“I’ll forget about them.”

“No, you won’t.”

More silence.

Then, Mama says, “You’re not supposed to stay here forever, little mist.”

You freeze.

“But the veil,” your voice trembled, a mere whisper. “If I leave, they’ll be exposed. The village. The people. I keep them safe.”

Mama’s hand found your shoulder, a comforting weight. “You’ve already done that, my dear. For so long.”

Your shoulders shook, a silent tremor echoing the quake in your heart. “If I go… I don’t know what I’ll be.”A soft hum vibrated from Mama’s chest. “You’ll be free,” she murmured, her voice like a gentle caress. “You’ll be you.”

Silence settled between you, heavy and thick. You couldn't speak, couldn't voice the fears that coiled in your gut. But then, Mama’s hand, warm and steady, found your back. The heat seeped into you, a quiet reminder: you weren’t a ghost anymore. Not truly.

Mama watched the distant ship shrink on the horizon, its bright red flag a defiant splash of color against the vast blue. The mist, your constant companion, curled around her ankles, but her gaze was fixed on the burgeoning sunlight. You remained hunched beside her, a phantom who’d forgotten how to haunt.

Finally, her voice, soft as a sea breeze, broke the spell. “Little mist, you’ve done enough.”

You didn’t move.

“Every stone in this town knows your touch. Every child has grown up under your quiet protection. And every person here… we love you.”

You pressed your forehead harder to your knees, willing the world to disappear.

“But we don’t need your chains to prove it,” she continued, her tone gentle yet resolute.

You shook your head, the gesture devoid of defiance, only a desperate tremble. “What if I go and they need me? What if I leave and the veil lifts and everything falls apart?”

Mama chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. “Then we’ll face the sun.”

You blinked, the words echoing in the quiet.

She offered a smile, one only the very old possess—wisdom etched with sorrow, pride shining through. “You’ve been the sky over us for so long, child. But it’s time you came down and lived.”

Just then, a tiny voice pierced the air. “Y/N!”

You lifted your head, barely. It was the girl from earlier, the one with the flower crown, running barefoot down the misted path. Petals bobbed in her hair like captured stars. She skidded to a stop, breathless, her cupped hands holding something small and soft.

“I made you a new one!” she panted, presenting a lopsided, faintly glowing daisy ring. “You left yours behind…”

You stared at the fragile ring, then at her beaming face. “You should go,” she declared, her voice bright with conviction. “You should really go!”

“What?” you managed, a whisper of disbelief.

Her grin widened. “We want you to go. You deserve to go!”

Your voice cracked. “But—”

“Everyone says so!” she interrupted. “Mama says, and Teacher says, and even grumpy old Da said it! You protected us! You can go be happy now!”

You stared, speechless. Slowly, your fingers closed around the little flower crown. And something in your chest snapped. Not pain, not grief, but the clean break of something brittle finally shattering to let the light pour in.

Your body flickered. Once. Twice. And then you were running.

The mist swirled behind you, a desperate attempt to hold on, but it couldn't. It lifted, uncoiling, unraveling, rising into the sky. You tore down the path barefoot, past the market stalls, past the temple, past the watchtower. With every pounding step, the veil crumbled. Sunlight, warm and bright and real, poured in like a tidal wave. The town gasped; some shielded their eyes, others fell to their knees in awe. Color flooded back into everything: the salty tang of the sea, the hum of the wind, the undeniable pulse of life.

And you—you kept running.

Past the last stones of the path, to the cliff's edge. The Thousand Sunny was still visible, a steady silhouette drifting towards the open sea. You flung up your arms, mist spinning from your skin like newly unfurled wings, like smoke torn loose from its ancient lantern.

“WAIT!” you screamed, your voice raw and free.

Far ahead, the sails shuddered. The ship slowed. And one by one, the Straw Hats turned to the horizon. Luffy was the first to see you. His mouth fell open, then—his grin split the sky.

Home

Back at the edge of town, Mama sat alone on the bench, watching. A soft wind ruffled her robes, and around her ankles, the last of the mist curled up like morning fog and vanished. She closed her eyes. “Go on, little ghost,” she whispered, a benediction. “Time to live.”

The Thousand Sunny groaned under the weight of an impossible reunion. You stood there, barefoot, your cloak whipping in the wind, breath caught in your throat, hand still half-raised. Luffy’s voice boomed across the water like a cannon, deafening the sea itself.

“GET ON THE SHIP!”

You blinked, your eyes stinging, whether from the wind or something more fragile, you weren't sure. Then, he was grabbing the side of the ship, stretching his arms like a slingshot. “Don’t worry! I’ll come get you—!”

“Luffy, wait—!” Nami began, but it was too late. He launched himself toward you like a comet.

You flinched, almost phasing out of instinct, vanishing as you always had. But you didn’t. You let him crash into you, his arms locking tight around your waist, nearly bowling you over the cliff's edge. He laughed, breathless and wild.

“You came,” he grinned, joy radiating from him. “You really came!”

You wheezed a tiny laugh, unused and rusty. “You kind of gave me no choice.”

“Yup!”

He grabbed your hand, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and pulled you—dragged you—back toward the Sunny, where the rest of the crew had gathered. Their expressions were a mix of shock, relief, and, in Sanji’s case, hearts exploding from his eyes.

“Y/N-chwuaaaaan!!” he sobbed. “You finally came to bless this humble ship with your ethereal beauty!!”

Usopp slapped him aside. “Dude! She’s joining! Focus!!”

Chopper’s eyes sparkled. “I knew it! I knew she’d come!”

Brook waved his bony arms. “A ghost joining the crew?! That’s a dream come true for me! Yohohoho!”

Even Zoro, half-dozing with his arms crossed, cracked an eye open and offered the faintest smirk. “Took you long enough.”

Robin met your gaze, a knowing smile on her lips that seemed to say she’d seen this coming all along. Franky was already popping open a celebratory cola. “You ready for the SUPER life, Y/N?!”

Jinbei nodded, his presence calm but warm. “You’ll find peace with us. In time.”

Nami leaned on the railing, squinting. “So? You sure about this? You’re not gonna disappear mid-sail, are you?”

Your stomach flipped, and for a second—

Poof. Gone.

The crew blinked. Luffy looked around, mildly panicked. “Wait—Y/N?!”

Then you popped back into existence three feet to the left, hands covering your face. “Sorry! Sorry—I just—got nervous—!”

A beat of silence. Then the whole crew burst into laughter. Even you. It was small, unused, rusty, but it was a laugh.

Luffy pulled you over the railing, plopping you onto the Sunny’s deck with a satisfied grin. “You’re one of us now,” he declared. “No backsies.”

And just like that—you were home.

The sails caught the wind. The town disappeared behind the mist, now only a faint memory wrapped in sunlight. You stood near the rail, still clutching the flower crown from the little girl, its petals fluttering in the breeze. You couldn’t hear the town anymore. But maybe that was okay. You weren’t their ghost anymore. You were you.

And from the way the Straw Hats chattered, teased, and pulled you into a hammock of laughter, stories, and snacks—maybe you weren’t just you. You were one of them. And for the first time in years—you didn’t feel haunted. You felt alive.

[metalsaturnringzz]

Sweet Blade

summary-you find a couple of...fun shops in Jackson and suprise Ellie with them! :P

word count-smd (or not, Ellie already got to it)

warnings- strap action, slight dacryphilia?, also slight praise, strap sucking, slight dumbification, spitting in her mouth (?), orgasm denial, begging, one pussy slap, honestly loser!ellie

reblog or die.

porn w/plot

Standing in the rusted bathroom mirror of Ellie`s and your`s shared house in Jackson, you admire yourself. Standing tall in your found lingerie set from your last run. Black lace bra, leaving little to the imagination. Black lace thong that is quite frankly, very uncomfortable. Comfort is the last thing on your mind right now though. Destroying your pretty girlfriend to tears and reddened cheeks with the fun toy you found last week in an abandoned toy shop is. Your last run into town was quite eventful, to say the least.

Running your horse, Eclipse through a not-yet skimmed through portion of Wyoming`s suburbs, not expecting to find shops that looked like something out of a porno. Two particularly caught your eye, though. An adult toy shop with the words “EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY! WE CARD” written on it, what do they mean by card? Whatever. As well as a small lingerie shop with the roof slightly caving in from the recent rains. Interesting. Mounting Eclipse on a dented pole, reaching for the familiar blade in your pocket. Flicking the button at the ready, opening the toy shop door. Your eyes scan over dozens of boxes all holding phallic shaped objects. 

 You bang on a dusty shelf, knowing this area is basically cleared out. Too excited to look through all this shit, finding no need for stealth. Two clickers run at the sound, you scramble to find an object to throw. Picking up an old Pepsi bottle, you throw it about 30 feet to the wall in front of you. They run towards it, obviously. dumbasses, you think. You run up to one clicker and put it in a headlock,tilting its neck back. Hisses and screeches fill the room as it tries to thrash out of your tight grip. CRACK. You stab the clicker in the head as it goes limp on your arm. Throwing it off you, going at the other one as its mouth opens at you in a pathetic attempt to bite. You kick its kneecap, it falls to the floor as you pounce on it and stab its head. easy. 

You walk over to the shelves, scanning over the vast amount of foreign objects. You look over most of them before stopping on a sleek black dildo, the box labeled

 “HARNESS ATTACHABLE”. You pick it up, blowing dust off the worn cardboard top. Looking for a “harness”, whatever that is, you walk through the store for a couple more minutes. 

You hoist yourself back onto Eclipse, your vulgar findings held in your messenger bag. The large dildo, a medium-sized harness to attach, a bottle of cotton candy flavored lube, which honestly gave you a good laugh when you picked it up-what the fuck is this?, the black lingerie set, and a see through red robe. 

Now back to the present. You fix your hair in the mirror before picking up the robe, sliding it over your leanly toned figure. Tying it, you hear Ellie rattle at the door. Smudging the eyeliner you made Dina give you, you shut the bathroom door. 

“Babe?” Ellie`s voice calls

“In the bathroom hold on!” you shout back. Ellie sighs as she sets down her bag and gun, sitting at her desk to draw. Putting in her earbuds to listen to whatever shitty 80s band is on queue, she doesn't hear you open the bathroom door. Walking over slowly you put your hand on her shoulder as you rake a hand through her messy hair.  She takes her earbud out as you lean down to place a small kiss on the side of her cheek, seeing a glimpse of sheer red fabric come into view

“Hey pretty girl” your low voice fills her eardrums as she turns in her chair. Your tall frame fills her vision as her pupils dilate. Long strong arms barely covered by red fabric, hair falling onto your shoulders perfectly. She stares an awe as her eyes trail down the black lace, then back up to your slightly damp face from the dusk humidity. Her eyes flit up to yours, sirens eyes placed on a defined face. Your lips curve in a smile as you watch her cheeks go red and eyebrows quirk up. Tilting your head, raising an eyebrow you look at her, awaiting whatever words she manages to say. 

“H-holy fuck”  she stammers, mouth falling open as her eyes travel to your cleavage once more, entranced.

“Yeah?” She nods dumbly, already losing brain cells

“Aww goin dumb already love? Thought you'd last longer. Wanted to watch you go dumb on what i just got for us.” you coo belittling. This makes her snap out of it, intrigued and slightly scared and what you found.

“M`not dumb,” she rolls her eyes “what do you mean just got for us?” Ellie asks, looking up at you with big green eyes

“Come see, Ellie” you trail a finger down her arm before beginning to walk down the hallway. Ellie stares as you walk down the hall, hips swaying.

“Comin?” you question, not looking back. You do, however, undo the knot of the robe and let it fall off your shoulders before walking into the archway of your shared room. Turning and resting your forearm on the doorway, revealing the black set.  Ellie rushes up from her chair to run into the room pouncing on you. You kiss her rough and passionately as your tongue breaches her soft lips. Hands in hair, tugging as you shove her against the door frame. You pull away,

“Go sit on the bed, now.” She obeys, rushing to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving your frame. You walk over to the dresser, reaching to the top of it to grab all three objects you grabbed earlier. 

“What`s- what's that?” her breathless voice calls out. 

“It's what I’m gonna ruin you on tonight, sweetheart” you respond, voice low and sweet like velvet. Her breath hitches and she makes this sweet soft whine in her throat. God, do you wanna ruin this girl. 

“Oh” she squeaks out, uncharacteristically high pitched. You laugh lowly at her.

‘Take off your clothes, too.” 

Turning around you strap the rough harness around your hips. Your eyes travel over her bare body, pretty tits, toned abs and oh, her thighs. Wet and glistening from the absolute pool of arousal in between them. She bites her lips as she squeezes them together at the sight of you again. Her hands travel to the rough nylon of the harness, a shiver traveling down her spine. You reach over, grabbing the box the dildo rests in and start opening it. A broken whimper escapes her lips as she sees it in your hands. You attach the harness with slight CLICK! and look down at Ellie. She's panting, unable to look up from the length resting on your waist . You reach out and grab her jaw, a firm but gentle touch. 

“Eyes on me.” you say watching her eyes flutter up to yours. You grab the lube, looking at it drip onto your hand as you pump it on the silicone. You grab the base of the fake cock,

“Suck.” 

“N-no. That`s weird.” she wines. You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow.

“Wanna be good or be a fucking brat today, Eliie?”. A groan escapes her mouth, looking up at you silently pleading you not to. 

“How else am i gonna get it ready?” She hesitates, before getting on her knees. Graphite stained fingers travel up your stomach and thighs before she sticks out her tongue, licking up the base experimentally.

“Jesus christ” she whispers out, her tongue tracing up a vein. She opens her mouth, taking the tip between kiss-swollen lips. She slowly sinks her mouth down, hollowing her mouth. Looking up when she hits about halfway, you let out a disapproving TSK . 

“You can take it love, c`mon”, you grab her hair, tugging as you force her mouth down the last few inches. A MMPH fills the room as Ellie slowly bobs her head, drool slightly leaking out the left side of her mouth. She looks up at you with an utterly pathetic expression. Eyes watering, a tear running down her cheek, eyebrows quirked up and cheeks flushed. Soft gags come from her throat. You tug a hand in her hair, pulling. Using the hand you pull her off, watching as she gasps for air and looks up at you, hands grabbing her thighs for leverage. 

“Get up El” she stands up, and kisses you, As she leans into the kiss, the dick grazes past her wet folds, brushing her clit. The noise flutters through the room making your lips quirk up.

“UNH” she wines. You thrust onto her clit again, watching her hands fall to your shoulders for balance. Her mouth falling open into an “O” shape as she tries to grind onto it.

“Yeah?” 

“U-Uh-huh” she nods frantically. You kiss her again, walking her backwards to the bed pushing her shoulders down onto the mattress. Ellie falls back, crawling further onto the bed spreading her legs. 

“Needy tonight aren`t you pretty girl”, It`s not a question but a statement. She looks up at you as you climb over her, calloused hands cranking her thighs open. You run a finger through her slick folds, her thighs jerking as you pass her clit. You bring your wet finger to your mouth, sucking her juices off it. Leaning over, you grip her jaw. She opens her mouth obediently, awaiting whatever you please to give her then. You spit her back into her mouth, watching as she closes her eyes and swallows with a soft mmm and warm smile. She looks at you like she's in a chapel, utter admiration bordering on worship gleaming in her eyes. Leaning over, you grab the bottle of lube and pump some onto her gleaming cunt. She shivers as the cold liquid drips onto her. Your grab the base of the strap, leading the tip uppp and downnn her clit, teasing her hole. 

“Please baby” she pleads, her legs squirming under you.

“Okay, okay i got ya love, calm down” you run a gentle hand up the side of her leg. Thrusting the whole length inside her in one movement, her back arches off the back in surprise and just sheer pleasure. Ellie`s back arches off the bed, her legs spreading and falling apart. 

“FUHUCK OH MY GOD”. You start slow, moderate thrusts. In then out, in and out. 

“Feel good?” you mutter softly, your hand tracing idle patterns on her cheekbone. 

“Mmhmm” she smiles as her head falls back. You lean down, starting to leave hot wet kisses on her exposed neck, her breathy moans closer to your ears now. You start to pick up your thrusts, hard and faster now. 

“Uhn!” her thighs wrap around your torso, her bitten fingernails digging into your back. Your hike your knees up, gripping the headboard to support your thrusts, accidentally hitting way deeper than before

“Oh! Shiit” she yelps out. Looking down, spotting a slight bulge from the dick in her. Throwing your head back laughing, Ellie lifts herself up on shaky elbows, looking up at you.

“Whats funny?” she breathes out, her ability to talk disintegrating by the millisecond. 

“Look” you grin, tracing your index finger down the outline on her stomach. She cranes her head down to look, a loud whimper escaping her at the vulgar sight of your inside her. Her head falls back against the pillow once more, her limp legs trying to push you in farther, evidently more turned on by the previous sight. You let out a grunt as your start thrusting harder again, and deeper this time. Ellie`s moans pick up in volume as her tits bounce with each thrust. You fuck into her aggressive, fucking her into the mattress. 

“I-I`m gonna cuh- UH SHIT” she all but screams out, you`d be surprised if Dina isn't mocking Ellie in the morning, her voice clearly able to reach Dina`s house next door. 

“No El, wait.”. 

“Fuck please-ahn” She wails out, her legs starting to shake. You thrust with fevor, watching as her eyes brim with tears, squeezing them shut as they fall down her cheeks. You bring a hand to her clit, rubbing it just how she likes with your thumb. Hard, fast strokes side-to-side. 

“PLEASE UGH-PLEASEE” she`s shaking her head now, biting her lip as you jackhammer into her. Going as fast as you can, you lean down, biting on her pulse point and sucking,

“Cum love, cum on my cock. Be a good girl.” Her body jolts like she`s put a fork in an electrical outlet, sobbing out small “thank you thank you thank you”s as she shakes. A warm gush of liquid covers your lower stomach and thighs causing you to stop your movement in shock. Her mouth hangs open, eyes crossing as her hands twist in the bedsheets. You work her through it, rubbing her clit before she chokes out a cry and tries to push your hand away. Pulling out, cum gushes out of her hole dripping onto the already soaked sheets. She sighs at the sensation of feeling empty, her thighs still slightly shaking. You unbuckle the harness, taking it off and throwing it on the nightstand. You turn back to her,

“Well hot damn!” You smile, slapping her clit once as she gasps and jerks, laughing as you collapse onto her. 

“Did so good love, buuut you kinda made a mess” you smirk, looking down at her before falling on your back beside her and kissing her gently.

“Shut up” she giggles out quietly, eyelids half shut. 

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

You know, it would be interesting for me to read the gloomy Disney characters. By the type that the Reader accidentally enters the Disney world. Or is already in this world. For example, a man! The Evil Queen× reader. Just imagine that the mirror says that the most beautiful is the reader and the man!The evil Queen was interested.. Well, or dark! A man!A Disney princess who believes in love and believes that the reader is his true love and that the reader should belong only to him.

Sorry for the bad English

Don't apologize

You're perf, babes

Yandere!Genderbent!Evil King x GN!Reader x Yandere!Genderbent!Snow White

CW: Death, obsessive behavior

"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The vain king asked his enchanted mirror as he often did whenever his pride was wounded. King Hadewig was the envy of men and women. Cold and beautiful, his features were cut like an ethereal ice sculpture. Intelligent, talented, and ruthless, most everyone either wanted to bed him or be him. However, his power was not guaranteed for long.

Hadewig was King only by responsibility, and not by actual title. His title was, legally, Prince Consort. He married his, now deceased, wife when he was a young bachelor, and she was the only eligible bachelorette of suitable status as a widow. Being so much older than him, it was an "unfortunate", but not "unsurprising" passing of the crown when the Queen died and left her son in Hadewig's care.

The only reason the child wasn't immediately crowned king was because of Hadewig's charm and influence, convincing the court that the young Prince Snow was too irresponsible to rule the country. But it was difficult to continue that lie going, even with Hadewig purposely keeping Snow ignorant of his future kingly duties by treating him as a servant, for now the boy was twenty years of age, and truly should have not only been coronated years ago, but also wed off to the available princess of the neighboring kingdom, a woman as old as Hadewig.

But his potential loss of power wasn't the reason for his low self esteem that day.

"You are, my king. There is one who approaches, but does not yet share with you what makes you fair."

The king slumped in his seat in an uncouth like manner. "Then why does my hunter not look at me like a man?"

King Hadewig's personal hunter, an immensely talented killer that didn't just slaughter animals for the king. And the only person who simply looked at the king. Nothing Hadewig did could change the professional look on (Reader's) face during their meetings. No matter how charismatic he was with his words, how stylish his clothing was, nor the love potions he attempted to spike (Reader's) drinks with, they were seemingly immune to every one of his attempts. In their most recent meeting, the one that left Hadewig depressed, he had offered his hunter a glass of wine, which they turned down, stating that the last drink they had received from the king did not agree with them.

"I can not tell you that, my lord. I only can report what I see, so unless your hunter speaks their secrets out loud while I spy, I am blind to their feelings for you."

Hadewig groaned, upset and broken hearted.

"Show me my hunter, again."

The face in the mirror melted, dissolving into an image of (Reader) leaving the castle. Their strong frame sent shivers down the icy man's spine. His first and only marriage was one of political importance, with no love or warmth between the husband and wife. But in the presence of his Mx. Hunter, the king was set ablaze. The intense feeling of heat was dowsed when he witnessed the bastard he hated most in the world approach his hunter.

At the steps of the castle, Snow had been timidly watching the triumphant hunter from afar, gathering the courage to approach them. He had never known shame, never feeling any sort of embarrassment about the state of his dress, but in the presence of the person who always smelled faintly of iron, he was reduced to two inches tall.

Stepping lightly like a mouse, the short adult snuck up behind (Reader), still debating whether or not he was actually going to announce his presence.

His decision was made for him, however, being noticed by (Reader) almost immediately.

"Good afternoon, your highness." They said, turning sharply on their heel to face him.

The hunter was the only person to address the prince by his royal status.

"Ah- how did you know it was me?" He asked incredulously. A pink blush warmed his entire head, wrapping around the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

"Because I could hear you." (Reader) offered a kind smile to the shy, younger man. They felt sympathy towards him, with the way his cold step father treated him. With what they had done to him.

Snow was impressed by how cool (Reader) was. And a small part of him wished to impress them as well. He tried to straighten out his worn out rags. "What brings you to the castle today?"

"To gift the king a wolf pelt. And also," (Reader) reached into their pouch, pulling out a pressed flower, "to gift you this."

The prince sucked in his gasp, wide eyed and lips pressed tight.

"I apologize for not finding something better for your highness."

"No!" He panicked, grabbing the flower with both hands. "It's beautiful!"

He hadn't received a gift since the passing of his mother.

"Happy Birthday, your highness." (Reader) bowed, then turned swiftly, leaving the young man hyperventilating and sweating.

Only the king and his mirror heard Snow whisper long after (Reader) left: "I love you."

Three days later, and the king was losing his mind over the interaction. Snow was visibly taller, standing straighter as he worked, singing as he cleaned the castle grounds, and it was bothering him.

Hadewig kicked over his chair in frustration. "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"The one you fear is getting stronger, the confidence has warmed his winter, and people shall notice his spring awakening. The prince now glows more brightly than you, whose anger has etched lines of hatred into his ice like face."

King Hadewig released a scream, losing his control before quickly sharpening back up, running his hands through his messed hair.

He left his study, storming over towards a frightened servant.

"Send for my hunter."

Before (Reader), the king was disheveled, worrying (Reader) something awful.

"I can not stand for this disrespect any longer." His gaze read cold and cruel as it pierced the hunter's. "You understand that you are mine, correct?"

(Reader) thought about the flower and felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, your highness."

"You understand that you belong to me?"

"Yes, your highness."

He sighed ever so slightly, before retrieving a wooden box from his desk. "I have another assignment for you.

Kill my son."

Nausea threatened to erupt from the seasoned murderer. "My lord?"

"Take him deep into the woods, and bring me back his heart." He held out the box. It was a test, as though (Reader) hadn't proved their loyalty to the mad man enough.

The empty box was heavy in (Reader's) hands.

"As you wish, your highness."

Prince Snow spun in the field of flowers as he searched for the most beautiful flowers for the hunter. It was the best day of his life! His father had given him a colorful outfit that fit him and the hunter had asked him out on a date! Well, they didn't call it a date, but what else could it have been?

He wove a crown for (Reader) while imaging their wedding day, becoming King and Royal Consort and having a real crown placed on their head.

(Reader), however, was weighing their options, not truly paying attention to the prince, and trying to ignore his childlike excitement.

What would the king do, if he was made a fool?

"Oh, hunter!" Snow ran over, holding out the delicate crown. "I made this for you! May I?"

And that was all it took, for (Reader) to spare his life.

They bent down, feeling the weight of the crown on their scalp. It smelled nice. Before Snow could retreat, (Reader) wrapped their arms around his thin waist. They had killed so many people before, but this was only the second time they felt unbearable guilt.

The first was after they took the life of the Queen.

"(Reader)?" Snow stuttered out, feeling weak in their strong arms.

"You must run, your highness." (Reader) whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"The king has ordered me to kill you. So please, run. Far away, into the woods." They released the prince, and it was only then that he noticed the heavy bags under their tired eyes.

"Why? I don't understand-"

"Leave. It won't be long before that witch discovers my lie."

Snow fell to his knees, holding onto the edge of (Reader's) shirt for dear life, falling apart in front of them. "Please, no! Come with me! If he would kill me, what would he do to you for sparing me? Please, run away with me!"

(Reader) bent down to release his fingers from their hem, planting a kiss on his forehead as they did so. "I hope when I meet you again you will have found a name more worthy of such a warm and kind person. For as of this moment, Prince Snow is dead."

Excitement threatened to crack the King's cool demeanor as he observed the bloody heart in his hands. (Reader) was distant, but that didn't matter to Hadewig, for now there was no competition for his hunter's affection. They would soon be his, even if he had to use force to make it so.

"Excellent work, my faithful hunter." He offered a practiced smile, unnerving (Reader) who prayed that the pig heart made a convincing decoy. At least until they could escape and hide out in the mountains, far away from the King's eyes.

(Reader) gave a deep bow. Then they left, calmly getting on their horse, and leaving, not taking a single glance behind them as they sped off, emergency bag already packed on their steed.

Back in Hadewig's room, he caressed the box affectionately, thinking about his lovely hunter. The stress had certainly caused a frown line, just as the mirror said, but he was working at reversing the damage.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He dreamily asked, slightly nervous that the rage had permanently ruined his perfect face.

"Hiding deep within the woods, tending a wounded heart, the fairest in the land hides. Prince Snow still lives."

The king scoffed. "I have his heart right here, mirror."

"No, within that box lies the heart of a pig."

The box fell from Hadewig's hands. "A pig..?" His face scrunched up painfully. "(Reader) would never betray- they belong to me! ME! Guards! Where is my hunter?!"

"The hunter is flying towards the mountains, away from the woods they released the prince into."

Hadewig collapsed at his desk, screaming in agony while pawing at his chest. "No! It's all his fault! Find me that little bastard- I'll kill him myself!"

The seven dwarven women listened to the young man recall his tale of woe, his eyes full of tears but a smile still on his lips. "So, if you please, could I stay here? Just until my love returns for me."

Happy sighed dramatically, blushing and twirling her beard. "That (Reader) is so brave~"

Grumpy smacked the back of her head. "That double crosser may have saved the prince, but that doesn't mean they won't double double cross him!"

Bashful stomped a foot. "It's true love! They would never!"

"Well, they never confessed their feelings," Doc said while cleaning her glasses, "they could have saved Snow out of the goodness of their heart."

Snow smiled, trying to calm the fragments of his heart. "I have to believe, to hope, that (Reader) loves me as I love them. To risk death for me.. but, they said we would meet again. And I trust them."

It was painful, knowing that his father wanted him dead, but what was worse was hearing that (Reader) had put their life in danger for him. Despite all the pain and punishment Snow had endured, he never held it against his step father, but now..

A dark, bitter seed had been planted.

And throughout the night as the household slept, Prince Snow could feel it grow, threatening to burst forth from his chest. The dwarven women were so kind to him. So inviting, and trusting.

He wondered what else they would do for him.

The dark haired man knew that the apple was poison from the moment it was placed in his hands. What kind of elderly man would be this far out away from any sort of town, especially if they were traveling to sell produce? He didn't know who the old man was, but knew that he must have been in cahoots with the king.

"Oh, I don't have any money." Snow said quite sadly, placing his head in his hand.

"For such a lovely young man? Free of charge."

"Are you sure?"

The old man was certainly no real beggar. Nothing made sense. It was cruel, what Snow thought to do, especially if he was wrong, but in case he was right.. Snow whispered to a bird before smiling brightly at the stranger, taking the apple in both hands.

"Of course, please take it!"

Snow bit into the fruit, but did not swallow, hiding the chunk in his hand. After a few seconds of pretending to chew, he collapsed, holding his breath.

The king almost immediately dropped his disguise, snarling. His once similarly raven hair had a stripe of grey.

In a voice barely louder than a huff, he said "It serves you right, you filthy bastard. I would have let you live, if you had simply left my (Reader) alone."

He exhaled. There was no movement from the floor.

"Are you dead yet? Can you still hear me? I hope you can." The king smiled. "I hope you can hear me from beyond the grave as I finally get my happily ever after."

But as he celebrated the dwarves rushed home from work, and a small bird was rallying forces to find the hunter and lead them to Snow's body.

As he monologued to what Hadewig assumed was his son's corpse, the women returned from the mines, righteously horrified and armed with pickaxes.

Hadewig heard a woman shout "Grumpy, don't!" before a pick connected with his lower back, piercing his organs from behind.

The pain was excruciating, sending fire up his body as blood poured out of him. He imagined (Reader's) face, finally smiling for him as they cradled him in their arms, accepting his love. Hadewig wanted that to be the last thing he saw before he died.

Instead, he witnessed Snow, smiling up at him from the floor.

(Reader) arrived just a moment too late, having been closer than they had expected due to how deep into the woods Snow had traveled. They witnessed the sobbing dwarves sitting at the door, too upset to enter their own home where the young prince they tried to rescue lie dead.

The hunter pushed passed them, not wasting a second to grab the young man. He was still warm, but wasn't breathing.

Snow kept his eyes closed as he felt the worst pain he had ever known.

(Reader's) hands slammed into Prince Snow's chest. A rib cracked under their strength, but Snow refused to show it.

Then their lips pressed against his.

His nose was held shut as (Reader) forced air into his throat, trying to get him to wake up. They continued the repetitions a medicine man had taught them while blowing air into his lungs.

"God damnit, Snow, wake up!"

They leaned in, and felt him breath against their mouth. His large brown eyes fluttered open, and his face reddened.

His lips curled into a weak grin. "You came back for me.."

Guilt washed over (Reader), hugging him tightly to their chest. "I'm sorry I left, Prince Snow."

Warm hands ran through (Reader's) hair. "Please.. Call me Theros."

The regret and pain kept (Reader) still, allowing the recently "revived" prince to pull them in for a kiss.

After all that (Reader) put him through, a kiss was the least they could do.

But for the born again man, it was just the beginning.

[astro-stars]

Azul with a Strong! Reader? Reader got extremely excited because of something, causing them to pick Azul up princess style and twirling him around.

AAAA MY FIRST REQUEST LETSSGOOO

anywho

The Mostro Lounge bustled with its usual activity: clinking glasses, the murmur of conversations, and the faint strains of background music. Azul Ashengrotto, ever the diligent businessman, was seated at his desk in the VIP room, surrounded by ledgers and contracts. Floyd lounged nearby, lazily flipping a coin, while Jade stood by the door, his ever-present composed smile in place.

Yuu burst into the room with Grim trailing behind her, her eyes sparkling with uncontained excitement.

“Azul! Azul! You won’t believe it!” she exclaimed, practically vibrating with energy.

Azul looked up from his work, startled by her sudden entrance. “Prefect, is there something urgent?”

“The new magical creatures exhibit at the botanical gardens is finally open! They’ve got a whole section on sea creatures, including bioluminescent ones! Isn’t that amazing?”

Azul blinked, clearly not sharing her level of enthusiasm. “That’s… interesting, I suppose. But I don’t see how—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yuu’s excitement boiled over. Without thinking, she darted over to him, bent down, and swept him off his feet in a flawless princess carry. Azul let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp as Yuu effortlessly twirled him around the room.

“Isn’t it amazing, Azul?” she gushed, spinning him in circles. “I mean, sea creatures that glow! It’s like something out of a dream!”

Floyd dropped his coin, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then, after a beat, he burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching his sides. “Shrimpy! What are you doing? This is priceless!”

Jade’s composed facade cracked as he raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident. “My, my. Prefect, I didn’t realize you were so strong.”

Azul, meanwhile, was too stunned to respond immediately. His arms instinctively wrapped around Yuu’s shoulders as she continued to spin him. “P-Put me down this instant!” he finally managed to stammer, his face a deep shade of red.

“Oh, sorry!” Yuu said, halting her spinning. She carefully set him back on his feet, her grin sheepish. “I just got so excited, I didn’t think.”

Azul adjusted his glasses, attempting to regain his composure. “That much was obvious,” he muttered, his tone flustered but not unkind. He glanced at Floyd, who was still laughing. “And you… stop encouraging this nonsense.”

Floyd waved a hand, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry, Boss! But you should’ve seen your face! It was amazing!”

Jade inclined his head toward Yuu. “It seems our Prefect has hidden talents. That level of strength is… impressive.”

Grim puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course! My hench-human is the best!”

Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just… warn me next time you decide to showcase these talents.”

Yuu chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sorry, Azul. I’ll try to contain myself. But seriously, you should come see the exhibit! It’ll blow your mind.”

Azul glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. “Perhaps. If you promise not to carry me there.”

Yuu laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Deal.”

As the room settled back into its usual rhythm, Floyd’s occasional giggles and Jade’s amused glances served as a reminder of the unexpected moment. Azul, however, made a mental note: never underestimate the Prefect again.

BORDERS: MEEEEEE

[huffelpuff210]

you belong to me now part 4

Dark Mob boss Bucky Barnes x OC Reader

Warnings: Stalking, forced marriage, forced relationship, manipulation, possessiveness,

Summary: Bucky find out some insight on Regin

                                       Third Person POV 

Bucky sat in his office at his estate, I big mahogany desk right in front of the book case, Bucky had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he stared out the window, taking gulps every now and again, 

Steve sat on the couch in the room, Steve knew what was weighing on his friend's mind, 

"She's fearless." Steve says drawing Bucky's attention from the window, 

"I've watched many women, women who thought they were tough but as soon as someone yelled they would cry, women who pretend just to get on someone's arm, But she not like that, she has almost the same air as you, maybe a bit less intense." Steve says 

Bucky smirked, 

Sam walks in, 

"So I got everything I could on her, your not going to like it." Sam says handing Bucky the folder, 

"Why?" Steve asked, 

"He old man, he ran with Rumlow's father's crew." Sam says 

Bucky scans through the papers as Sam explains, 

"Her mother died of mysterious causes." Sam says making quotation marks with his fingers, 

"How old was Regin when she died?" Steve asked, 

"Six." Bucky grumbled 

"Where is her old man?" Steve asked 

"Jail.. Get this for attempted murder... on his own daughter." Sam says 

Bucky growled

"She was only thirteen, but before that, there were these trips to the hospital, broken jaw, fractured wrist, cracked ribs, you name it she had it." Sam says 

"He was beating on her." Sam says 

"Why try to kill her after seven years?" Steve asked 

"Something must've changed." Bucky says closing the file, 

"Like what?" Sam asked 

"The only one to answer that would be her." Bucky says taking another sip, 

"Well after he went to jail she jumped around the system, she graduated school early, when to collage, and has been at her job ever since." Sam says 

Bucky rubbed his chin with his finger, 

"What do you two think of her?" He asked 

His eyes giving a certain darkness in them, 

"We like her boss." Sam says 

Bucky nodded smirking, 

"Well then I guess that settles it." Bucky says standing up, 

"Settles what?" Sam asked 

Steve smirked, 

"She's going to be my wife." Bucky says standing up, 

                                    Regin POV 

It was just hitting midnight when I walked through the door of my home, setting my keys and bag on the table next to the door, 

I slipped one heel off, balancing on one foot rubbing the bottom of my foot, doing the same to the other, 

"I need another job..." I mumbled as I stood up rolling my shoulder rubbing my neck trying to loosen the knots in my neck, but suddenly I froze, something wasn't right.... I could feel it, I reached in my bag for the taser, 

"I wouldn't do that sweetheart if I was you." I heard a voice come from the couch I flick on the light, and freeze, 

Barnes was in my home, with a few of his men at his side, his arm draped over the back of the couch, completely relaxed, 

I put the taser down, narrowing my eyes at him, 

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked crossing my arms, 

He chuckled, 

"I break into your home and you don't even seem fazed, not even a shiver." He says 

"You don't scare me Barnes." I say 

A smirk forms on his face, 

He stood up walking towards me in stride. I didn't back away or moved I held my ground, one thing I learned a long time ago never show any sort of reaction to this sort of behavior. He towers over me, he is a bit taller than me and bigger to. 

"I like that about you doll, you have a spine, not afraid," He says he was about to touch my cheek when my hand caught his wrist, 

I narrowed my eyes at him, 

"I did not give you permission to touch me." I say 

He smirked, 

"I think you would be perfect." He says 

I glare at him, 

"Perfect for what?" I say 

"To be my wife." He whispered right at the shell of my ear, the sentence left me breathless and speechless...

what the fuck did he just say?

[draguoska]

Imagine or idea for an author lacking inspiration.

Universe: One Piece

Main Role: Y/N isekai Buggy the Clown

Possible AU: soul mate, omega alpha (but Y/N doesn't have a second gender)...

Tags: Independent Y/N, Human but strong Y/N, Yandere, possessive behavior, Forced marriage attempt, Y/N trained by Garp after saving Ace, Blue-haired Sakura?!, Dream of a peaceful life, Nostalgia, Adopt Uta, Cross dressing, Rossinante friend...

Synopsis: You've been reincarnated into the world of One Piece as Buggy the Clown, but it's clear there are some differences.... Buggy's appearance is just a masquerade... makeup, hair dye, etc. You are indeed a girl in hiding. ...and you decide to maintain this illusion because you quickly realize that no one on Oro Jackson is aware of your situation. Gathering your wit and common sense, you devise a plan that will allow you to survive and then live in this world.

Knowing a bit about the history of the crew of the Oro Jackson, you come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to stay with the Pirate King's crew until it disbands, but your instincts and your sense of observation tell you that this crew is not as healthy as the series wanted to make it appear...

A word of advice: beware of the captain and your shipmate (cabin boy)...and over the years perhaps more people will be added to this list, but you are a resourceful person, you will surely manage to outwit them, right?

I'm not really good at writing (even less in English) but I had this idea and I wanted to share it in one way or another. If anyone finds the idea cool and wants to take it up, I invite you to do so and I look forward to reading you ^^

[libraryraccoon]

UNPOPULAR OPINION : There not enough strong and badass male and gn!reader.

(It's the same for the villain!male and gn reader, there not enough fics about it.)

As a clingy extrovert and nightmare of all the introverts, not seeing fics where reader is a gremlin of chaos is a little sad.

Like, let me be the FUCKING MENACE FOR THE SOCIETY not the victim !!

On my way for writing chaoting male and gn reader rn

[mortalfaerie]

𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤' 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 (+ 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕒) (pt 1)

this concept is stuck in my brain so...

your were always in the shadow of your twin, jacaerys. he was born only ten minutes before you, but in doing so had outshined you for a lifetime.

while your grandfather might have bent the law further for you if you had been born first, he wouldn't do so for the rest of the realm - and being a girl, the birth of your immediately younger brother meant you wouldn't inherit driftmark, either.

that's not to say that you didn't love your brothers - they were your closest friends, especially after your mother had moved your family to dragonstone.

you missed your aunt helaena, however. at only two years your elder, she was more like a cousin or a sister to you, and as the only other girl you two had idled away long hours with tedious septas together.

for the first few months you wrote faithfully to eachother, but after the disaster at your aunt laena's funeral, an irrevocable schism has opened between factions of your family.

from that day, two more years would pass before you saw her again.

when helaena was thirteen, she came to dragonstone to claim a dragon. it was a cold and diplomatic trip which the king was too ill to attend and the queen had flatly refused to consider, and so the hand of the king escorted her along with a platoon of guards.

you were eleven years old, clasping hands with your twin on the windy shores of dragonstone as the princess' boat came ashore. all of you, even joffrey were ill at ease during this first meeting of factions in years. but, when the princess pulled back the hood of her cloak and stepped onto the beach, you found your heart hammering for an entirely different reason.

helaena had grown taller and more beautiful since you last saw her, though she seemed completely unaware of it as she anxiously took in her surroundings. she had all the beauty of the targaryen line in her, and the beginnings of what would make her a regal looking woman one day. and yet, she was softer in her features and appearance than the rest of your family in a way that was completely disarming.

though the feel of her visit was detatched and lacked the warmth of a family reunion, you found every excuse to seek her out over the duration of it. at first she was wary of you, no doubt because of your brothers and stepsisters and the role they had played in her brother's injury. after a few days though, she warmed and you slipped into a rapport like that before you had left for the island castle.

when it came time to venture up the dragonmont in search of a dragon, you begged and pleaded your mother to allow you to come with the princess - after all, your egg had never hatched and you lacked a dragon as well - and after exhausting the crown princess she relented.

on the dragonmont with a mixture of red keep guards and those loyal to rhaenyra, you and helaena camped on the mount for days, venturing to a different part of the mountain each day in search of dragons. at night, you shared a tent and kept eachother awake giggling and telling stories.

on the sixth day on the dragonmont, you met with the dragons dreamfyre and silverwing, who had belonged to two queens and sisters before you. after the pair of you successfully mounted the dragons and took to the skies, you returned to the beach of dragonstone with a renewed fire inside of each of you.

the night you returned to dragonstone's castle, a feast was held to jointly celebrate two dragons being claimed. you and helaena danced joyfully as the musicians played, and eventually you fell back to let your twin take your place. it was then you felt the first twist of jealousy in your stomach as jace made her laugh.

you snuck into the chamber helaena was staying in that night to recreate the little would you had when sharing a tent. that night, she had said to you before falling asleep, "you and i shall be bonded forever. dragon-bonded," she had said dreamily, then added, "soul-sworn."

before you could ask what she had meant by that, she was asleep.

[elissanatok]

part 4

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

wordcount: 902

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You couldn’t help it. It had been this way ever since you were a child. Maybe even before that, maybe it was fated by the old gods. You tried so hard to forget about the warm feeling that memories still brought up in you when you thought about the past.

You could hear him giggling, a sound that now was lost forever. He would never be seven again, never sound like that again or look at you the way he used to. He had been your best friend, nothing else, and you wished so hard for it to become that way again.

The light of the almost complete full moon shone through the high window in your bedroom. It had always been your room, nobody dared to change a thing, even though the beautiful chamber had been empty for too long. It didn’t smell familiar anymore, you had realized and so had Aemond, for the hundredth time, while standing in the doorway. You did have a bad habit of not closing the door when you wished for some privacy, always feeling safe and respected in both your homes, but now it seemed like the dumbest thing you had ever done.

In his life he had visited your room more often than you did yourself, he would never say it or tell you, but it was more his than yours at this point. But than again that’s what you felt a lot throughout your life. Being more his than your own.

He stood there for a few minutes, not saying a word, not breathing too loud.

You looked pretty when you cried. Your eyes tinged red and your cheeks stained wet. The color of your lips more prominent because of the swelling. He felt captivated by the sight, but he knew that it was his fault you had shed painful tears. He cleared his throat, clenching his hands behind his back. A small gasp escaped you while your hand flew to your chest, touching the skin above your heart.

“Princess.”, he greeted- you didn´t answer. Your eyes fixed on him like a prey prepared to get his throat torn out, until they changed to the eyes of a dragon, ready for her own meal.

“Did you come here to violate me again?”’ His eyes widened. He certainly didn´t expect you to confront him so straight forward and he never wanted you to believe he had wanted to hurt you. “I…”, “or did you come to make fun of my hair?”

He shook his head. “No. It wasn´t my intention to…”, “Are you certain about that?” He shook his head again, white hair falling out of place. “If it wasn´t you intention than why did you say it? Why couldn´t you hold back when it wasn´t your intention?”

You turned away, trying to hide the tears that were most likely to fall. “I never meant to hurt you, please believe me. I -I lost control of my temper- I didn´t mean to.” He wasn´t apologizing, you both knew that. He had grown up to a man with great self control, he didn´t even know why he had not excluded you from the speech he presented. He wished he would have been controlled enough to ignore the little smirks Lucerys threw at him and instead could have talked to you in a normal way, maybe charmed you a little.

But he had not been able to control his brewing rage, that’s why he now stood in front of a woman he himself felt he had never met before. She had never looked at him like this. Full of hate and pain. It made her look different, but changed nothing about the feelings he kept for her. She was his, and he knew no matter what happened in the future, no matter how she looked at him, his love would always be reserved for her.

You heard his footsteps retrieve from your room, so you hastily ran to the door and slammed it shut – louder than you had intended to.

He had never made you feel like this. He had almost begged you to allow him to touch your hair a few years ago, because he liked it being so different than his. Curly, dark and unruly, not as silky and light as you would have liked for it to be.

It made you doubt. Doubt yourself, although you knew that it was useless. You could not change your appearance you had told yourself, you couldn´t change his view of you, just like you couldn´t change the image of him in your head – no matter how hard you tried or how hard he seemed to try to break it.

When the sun rose again the next morning, and the maids came to prepare you for the day, raking their gentle hands through your hair, you could not stop your wandering thoughts again. The circles under your eyes showed your clear lack of sleep, and everybody would be able to see them.  But you weren´t sure anymore if you were good enough to stay in the red keep, if you were strong enough to handle the ongoing feud between your family members.

This had been your home, until it hadn´t. This people were your home, until they weren´t anymore and maybe you were the only one who believed that things here hadn´t changed, just because you didn´t.

[2b4st4r]

Hello I just read a killers promise and loved it. Also saw your requests are open so im gonna ask ;) hehehe: could you write about the strawhats with a reader who's luffy's sister and she's really strong and can fight really well but she doesn't look like it and the crew is just "😮😦🤯"? Like she's very gentle and warming and calm? Basically the opposite of luffy but when she fights she's like a demon? Monster? Demon monster?? Lol yeah, if you can please if not that's alright!

The Gentle Demon

Straw hats x reader

Luffy x reader (PLATONIC SIBLINGS.)

⋆˚꩜｡ Words: 8,457

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Warnings: Violance and injury, grief and loss, female reader, use of y/n.

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

The world often mistook you for fragile. With your delicate frame and unassuming height, few would ever guess the monstrous strength rippling beneath your skin. They certainly didn't know the mountains you'd conquered, the beasts you'd wrestled, or the brothers you'd protected. You, Monkey D. Y/N, were born with a power that defied your appearance, a strength that even your wild, rubber-bodied brother, Luffy, couldn't match in those early days.

From the moment you could toddle, you were inseparable. You and Luffy, blood siblings in a family of fierce, unbreakable bonds. You learned to fight before you could properly read, the rustle of leaves and the roar of wild animals a more familiar lullaby than any nursery rhyme. Remember that time you both stumbled upon a colossal boartusked bear, its eyes blazing with hunger? While Luffy, ever the reckless one, charged headfirst, it was your small, quick hands that deftly dodged its swipe, your deceptively powerful punch that sent it reeling, giving him the opening he needed. You patched each other up, shared silent knowing glances, and always, always had each other's backs.

Then came Ace, all fiery ambition and protective glares, and Sabo, the thoughtful strategist with a mischievous glint in his eye. The four of you, a whirlwind of chaotic energy, forged a bond stronger than any bloodline. You stole sake, dreamt of freedom, and faced down threats that would make grown men tremble. Every scraped knee, every triumphant roar, every shared secret cemented your family. You were an unstoppable force, a unit against the world.

But even the strongest foundations can crack. You remember the gut-wrenching hollowness when Sabo was "killed," a hole in your collective heart that never truly healed. Then Ace, always chasing a greater adventure, set sail at seventeen, leaving a gaping void. And then, the most painful cut of all, your own adventurous spirit tugged you away, and Luffy, at seventeen, too, embarked on his grand journey. Suddenly, the inseparable quartet was scattered to the winds.

The years that followed were a blur of new horizons and evolving legends. You, the perpetually underestimated powerhouse, carved your path as an adventurer, never fully committing to the chaotic life of piracy, yet always drawn to the thrill of the unknown. You heard whispers of Luffy, an up-and-coming pirate making waves, and Ace, who had soared to become the 2nd Division Commander of the fearsome Whitebeard Pirates. You swelled with pride, a silent cheer echoing in your heart for your incredible brothers.

Then Marineford. You weren't there, physically, but you felt it. The world vibrated with the raw, agonizing grief of your eldest brother's loss. A part of you shattered that day, a pain so profound it threatened to consume you. Yet, you endured. The years continued to march on, and with each passing season, your inherent strength seemed to amplify, an unstoppable force growing within you. And then, the news hit, carried on the winds of rumor and whispered in taverns across the Grand Line: Luffy, your little brother, a Yonko? Could you believe it? The wild child you'd fought alongside in the mountains, now one of the four most powerful pirates in the world. And you? You smiled, a genuine, unburdened smile, ready for whatever twisted path the world had in store for you next.

The rhythmic slap of waves against your small adventurer's vessel was a familiar lullaby. You were charting a course for an uncharted island, the thrill of the unknown a constant companion. The sun was a warm blanket on your skin, the sea breeze ruffling your (h/c) hair. Years of solitary voyages had honed your senses, but nothing could have prepared you for what shimmered on the horizon.

A ship. Not just any ship, but one unmistakable in its whimsical design: the Thousand Sunny. And there, snapping proudly in the wind, was that jolly roger – a grinning skull in a straw hat. Your breath hitched. Luffy's crew.

A maelstrom of emotions brewed within you. Joy, a potent surge of it, for seeing the tangible proof of your brother's monumental success. A pang of something akin to nerves, too – how much had he changed? How much had you changed? You, who had always been the stronger, the protector, now faced the captain of a Yonko crew.

Your first instinct was to simply observe. To soak in the sight of the ship that carried your brother's dreams. You cut your engine, letting your small craft drift, a tiny speck against the Sunny's grandeur. You saw movement on deck, figures too small to distinguish, but you knew them. The sniper, the swordsman, the navigator, the cook, the doctor, the archaeologist, the shipwright, the musician, the helmsman. Each one a cornerstone of Luffy's legend.

A wide, uncontrollable grin spread across your face. It was foolish, perhaps, to simply sit there, a vulnerable target in the vast ocean, but you couldn't tear your eyes away. You remembered the countless times you'd patched Luffy up, scolded him for his recklessness, and fought tooth and nail by his side. Now, he was out there, carving his name into history.The decision, when it came, wasn't a conscious one. It was an instinct, a pull stronger than any logical thought. You gripped the tiller of your small ship and veered sharply, aiming directly for the Thousand Sunny. The gap between your vessels closed with surprising speed. As you drew alongside, you effortlessly snagged one of their mooring ropes, your years of handling sails and rigging making the maneuver seamless. With a single, fluid motion, you scaled the railing, landing softly on the deck of the Sunny.

The ship was abuzz with activity, a chaotic symphony of shouts and laughter that felt both alien and strangely familiar. No one noticed you at first. A green-haired man with three swords strapped to his side was napping against the mast, a giant robot shipwright was tinkering with something loud, and a long-nosed individual was excitedly demonstrating some new invention to a tiny reindeer doctor. A blonde chef was arguing heatedly with a raven-haired navigator, while a skeleton played a lively tune on a violin.

You took a quiet breath, the scent of salt and adventure filling your lungs. This was it. After years, after oceans of separation, you were finally here. You scanned the deck, a smile tugging at your lips. Luffy, of course, was nowhere to be seen. He was probably off somewhere, eating, or causing general mayhem.

"Well," you finally said, your voice calm but carrying over the din, "this is a bit more crowded than I remember."

The skeleton's music abruptly cut off. The arguing chef and navigator froze. The long-nosed man's jaw dropped, and even the napping swordsman's eye twitched open. All heads swiveled, eyes wide with surprise, landing on you. For a moment, a silence descended, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

You offered them a soft, reassuring smile, raising your hands slightly in a gesture of peace. "No need for all the dramatic staring," you chuckled gently. "Though I suppose it's not everyday a stranger just... appears on your deck." Your gaze swept over them, a warmth growing in your chest. "You all look exactly like the rumors describe. Zoro, still napping, I see. Nami, still managing to keep this chaotic bunch in line. Sanji, probably fuming about something. Ussop, no doubt weaving grand tales. Chopper, as adorable as ever. Robin, elegant as always. Franky, super! And Brook, still playing that lovely music." You paused, your eyes landing on the newest addition. "And Jinbe, the Knight of the Sea. It's truly an honor."

Each name you spoke seemed to tighten the tension, their expressions shifting from surprise to suspicion, hands hovering near weapons. Zoro's hand was already on his sword hilt, his single visible eye narrowed. Nami had her Clima-Tact ready, and Sanji's leg was poised to strike.

"How do you know all of that?" Nami demanded, her voice sharp with caution. "Who are you?"

You didn't flinch from their wary gazes. "Oh, that's right," you mused, a hint of playful mischief entering your tone. "We haven't been formally introduced, have we? Though I feel like I've known you all for years." You paused, then your smile softened, a genuine warmth radiating from you. "My name is Y/N. And to answer your unspoken question... I'm looking for someone." You glanced around the deck, a slight frown creasing your brow when you still didn't spot him. "He's usually causing some kind of ruckus. Where's Luffy?"

The question hung in the air, a loaded silence descending upon the deck once more. Their stances stiffened further, a palpable readiness to attack settling over the crew.

Just as the tension threatened to snap, a familiar, boisterous laugh echoed from below deck. Footsteps thundered up the stairs, and then he emerged, a wide, unburdened grin plastered across his face. Luffy. He was mid-sentence, probably demanding meat, when his eyes landed on you.

His smile froze. His whole body went rigid, a sudden, unnatural stillness for the man who was constantly in motion. The crew, already poised for a fight, saw their captain’s sudden paralysis and exchanged bewildered glances. Then, slowly, the corners of Luffy's mouth began to twitch upwards again, wider than before, an impossibly vast, joyful crescent.

"Y/N?!" he bellowed, the sound tearing through the surprised silence on deck. He didn't wait for an answer. In a flash, he launched himself across the deck, a rubbery blur of pure excitement. You braced yourself, a fond smile gracing your lips. He slammed into you with the force of a small cannonball, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug that lifted you clean off your feet.

"You're here! You're really here!" he roared, burying his face in your shoulder. "I haven't seen you in ages! What are you doing here? Did you bring any meat?"

You laughed, a genuine, bubbling sound that made the Straw Hats collectively jump. It was a sound they'd never heard from you, a sound filled with unadulterated affection. You hugged him back just as fiercely, your own impressive strength easily matching his enthusiastic squeeze.

"Of course I'm here, you big dummy," you chuckled, ruffling his messy black hair. "And you haven't changed a bit, always thinking about food. It's good to see you, Lu. Really good." You pulled back just enough to look at his beaming face, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "You've really gone and done it, haven't you? A Yonko. I always knew you would."

Luffy just grinned, his joy radiating off him in waves. He seemed utterly oblivious to the bewildered and increasingly suspicious glances of his crew. "Shishishi! Of course! I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!" He then pulled back, finally seeming to remember his surroundings. "Hey, everyone! This is Y/N! She's my sister!"

The declaration hung in the air, a bombshell dropping into the stunned silence. The Straw Hats looked from Luffy, still beaming, to you, still smiling gently, and back again, their expressions a mix of utter confusion and dawning realization.

The silence that followed Luffy's declaration was thick enough to cut with a knife. The Straw Hats exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes darting from the perpetually cheerful captain to the serene, seemingly delicate woman who had just appeared on their ship.

Sanji was the first to break the stunned quiet, a visible vein throbbing on his forehead. "His sister?!" he sputtered, gesturing wildly with a smoking cigarette. "That beautiful, elegant, absolutely perfect lady is related to that idiotic rubber band?!" He stared at you with a mix of awe and profound disbelief, as if trying to reconcile the vision of grace before him with the boisterous, food-obsessed captain. "It's an insult to the very concept of aesthetics!"

Nami, ever the pragmatist, narrowed her eyes. "Luffy, are you serious? You have a sister?" Her tone was laced with suspicion, as if expecting some elaborate prank.

Luffy, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to his crew's disbelief. He was too busy pulling you towards the main deck, his arm slung around your shoulders. "Yep! She's Y/N! And she's super strong!" he declared proudly, his grin stretching wider. "Remember that time we fought the mountain bear, Y/N? You punched it so hard it flew into a tree!"

You chuckled softly, a warm, almost nostalgic glow in your eyes. "It was a rather large bear, Lu, and you were about to get yourself trampled."

"Shishishi! But you saved me!" Luffy insisted. "She's even stronger than Ace sometimes! You should have seen her lift that giant boulder by herself when we were little! Or when she stopped that charging King Bull with just one hand!"

The Straw Hats simply nodded, their skepticism evident in their forced smiles and wide, disbelieving eyes. They looked at your slender frame, your calm demeanor, and then at their captain, who regularly punched holes in mountains. It simply didn't compute. Zoro, despite himself, squinted at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He trusted Luffy's instincts, but the visual evidence was simply not there. Chopper, ever innocent, tilted his head. "Really? You're super strong?" he asked, his voice full of childlike wonder.

You offered a gentle, knowing smile to the disbelieving crew. "Luffy tends to exaggerate," you said calmly, your voice a soothing balm amidst their confusion. "But we did have our share of adventures growing up." You turned back to Luffy, a deep affection shining in your eyes. "So, you've certainly built quite the crew, little brother. They look like a handful."

Luffy beamed. "They're the best! We're gonna find the One Piece together!"

Luffy's eyes lit up, an almost impossibly bright spark igniting within them. "You should stay, Y/N! Stay with us! We're going to the next island anyway! It'll be fun!" He bounced on the balls of his feet, his enthusiasm infectious.

You looked at his pleading face, then at the curious, still-wary faces of his crew. A small smile played on your lips. The open sea had been your companion for so long, the solitary life a comfortable routine. But the warmth radiating from your brother, the sheer joy of his presence, was a pull you couldn't deny.

"Alright, Lu," you conceded, a soft laugh escaping you. "Just to the next island. But no trying to rope me into any grand pirate schemes, understand?"

"Shishishi! No promises!" he chirped, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and practically dragging you further onto the deck. "See, guys? I told you she'd stay!"

The Straw Hats exchanged another round of confused glances. Sanji, however, was already a blur of motion, rushing towards the galley. "A beautiful lady has graced our humble vessel!" he declared, tears of joy streaming down his face. "I must prepare a feast worthy of a goddess and the sister of our captain!"

Nami sighed, but a small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. "Well, if you're staying, Y/N, you might as well make yourself useful," she said, though her tone was more resigned than annoyed. "Can you read a map?"

You simply smiled, a quiet sense of belonging settling over you. It had been years since you'd been surrounded by such boisterous energy, such an undeniable sense of family. As Luffy pulled you towards the galley, undoubtedly to raid their food stores, you felt a warmth spread through you, a sensation more comforting than any solitary sunset at sea. The journey to the next island promised to be anything but ordinary.

The journey to the next island became a slow, unfolding revelation for the Straw Hats. Despite Luffy's unwavering declaration, his crew remained subtly guarded, watching Y/N with a mix of curiosity and lingering suspicion. Yet, with each passing hour, her gentle demeanor and quiet competence began to chip away at their skepticism.

Nami, ever the navigator, was the first to truly interact. During a particularly tricky current, her brow furrowed in concentration over a map. Y/N, noticing her slight frustration, calmly walked over. "May I have a look?" she asked softly. Nami, surprised but not unwelcoming, handed over the map. Without a word, Y/N traced a finger along a faint, almost invisible current line that Nami had overlooked. "If you adjust your heading just so," she murmured, pointing to a subtle shift in the water's color outside, "you'll catch the edge of this eddy. It's a tricky one, but it'll shave a few hours off your journey." Nami followed her advice, and sure enough, the Thousand Sunny surged forward with renewed speed. A surprised, appreciative glance was exchanged, a silent acknowledgment of shared skill.

Later, Usopp was attempting to fix a finicky part of his newest invention, muttering curses under his breath. He was about to give up when Y/N approached. "Looks complicated," she observed, her voice empathetic. "Sometimes, a little leverage can make all the difference." With a surprising, almost imperceptible shift of her wrist, she subtly repositioned a small, stuck cog within his contraption. It wasn't brute force, but a delicate precision that allowed Usopp to finally click the piece into place. He stared, wide-eyed, then grinned. "Wow! How'd you do that, Y/N?!" she simply smiled warmly, a hint of knowing mischief in her eyes.

During lunch, Chopper, ever cautious, initially kept his distance. Y/N noticed his quiet observation and simply offered him a gentle smile. She made sure to take only small portions, leaving plenty for the others, and spoke in a calm, soothing tone when Luffy inevitably caused a food-related ruckus. At one point, Chopper dropped a small medical tool, and Y/N instinctively reached out, catching it before it hit the deck. "Careful there," she said, her voice soft. "Wouldn't want such an important tool to get damaged." Chopper, seeing her genuine kindness, slowly began to relax, his initial shyness fading into tentative curiosity.

Sanji, of course, was in his element. He constantly tried to serve her, showering her with compliments. Y/N accepted his offerings with grace, always thanking him genuinely and admiring his culinary skill. "These pastries are exquisite, Sanji," she remarked, making him swoon. She never once took advantage of his chivalry, treating him with the same gentle respect she showed everyone else, which only seemed to intensify his devotion. "Such a delicate flower, yet so discerning!" he would declare.

Zoro remained mostly aloof, often napping or training. Y/N respected his quiet nature, never disturbing him unless necessary. Once, while he was lifting weights, she noticed a slight imbalance in his form that, over time, could lead to strain. "You have incredible strength," she remarked softly as she walked by, her voice barely a whisper. "But sometimes, a subtle shift in weight distribution can prevent future wear." She didn't elaborate, simply continued on her way. Zoro paused his training, frowning slightly. He tried adjusting his stance, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face as he felt the improved balance. He didn't acknowledge her, but the subtle shift in his form was thanks enough.

Robin was, as always, observant. She watched Y/N with an almost academic interest, her usual calm demeanor hiding a deep curiosity. Y/N, for her part, found a quiet kinship with the archaeologist. They often sat on the deck, sharing silent moments, or exchanging gentle smiles. Once, Robin mentioned a rare flower she was researching. Y/N, recalling an adventurer's log she'd once read, provided a small detail about its unique growing conditions, a detail Robin hadn't encountered. "Oh? That's fascinating," Robin said, a rare hint of intrigue in her voice. "Thank you, Y/N-san."

Franky initially saw her as just another "super" addition to the crew's female members. Y/N admired his craftsmanship, taking genuine interest in his modifications to the Sunny. "The way you've integrated the Gaon Cannon is truly impressive, Franky," she commented, inspecting a hidden panel. "The structural integrity around the launch mechanism is exceptionally sound." Franky puffed out his chest, beaming. "Super, right?! You got a good eye, sis!"

Brook found in Y/N an appreciative audience for his music and jokes. She laughed genuinely at his skull jokes, and her gentle clapping after his performances made his ghostly heart sing. "Your melodies truly capture the spirit of the sea, Brook," she would say, and the skeleton would bow dramatically, delighted.

Even Jinbe, with his stoic and wise presence, found himself subtly acknowledging her. During a conversation about currents and the sea, Y/N offered a perspective on how certain sea kings migrated through specific deep-sea trenches, information that even Jinbe, a master of the seas, found insightful. He nodded slowly, a respectful look in his eyes. "You have a deep understanding of the ocean, Y/N-san," he stated, his voice a low rumble.

By the time the next island appeared on the horizon, the initial wariness had largely dissipated. They still hadn't seen her true strength, but they had witnessed her quiet wisdom, her genuine kindness, and her uncanny ability to subtly help each of them. Luffy's sister might look delicate, but there was an undeniable presence about her, a calming force that had, surprisingly, begun to feel like home.

The outline of the next island gradually sharpened on the horizon, a lush, mountainous silhouette rising from the sapphire sea. A familiar pang of wanderlust stirred within you, the instinct to set off alone reasserting itself. You glanced at the Straw Hats, now a comfortable, if still boisterous, presence around you.

Luffy, as if sensing your impending departure, turned to you, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. "You're not leaving already, are you, Y/N?!" he whined, his eyes wide and pleading. "Just a little longer! We haven't even had a proper adventure yet! Come on, stay for another island!"

You sighed, a fond exasperation blooming in your chest. His earnestness was impossible to resist. You met his gaze, then looked at the silent, expectant faces of his crew. Nami gave a subtle, almost imperceptible nod. Even Zoro had a slightly less intense stare.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Just one more island, Lu. But that's it."

Luffy cheered, throwing his arms around you in another crushing hug. "Shishishi! You're the best, Y/N!"

Arrival at Port

The Thousand Sunny docked smoothly in the bustling port town. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and the murmur of a thousand conversations. Luffy, naturally, was the first one off the ship, bounding onto the pier with his usual boundless energy. The rest of the crew followed, a motley but formidable group that drew curious glances from the townsfolk. You walked beside Jinbe, your presence an understated calm amidst the crew's vibrant chaos.

As you all made your way through the lively marketplace, past stalls laden with colorful fruits and glittering trinkets, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. A group of burly, scarred figures emerged from a shadowy alleyway, their movements deliberate and menacing. They wore a tattered, distinct flag emblazoned with a snarling wolf's head.

One of them, a hulking man with a jagged scar across his face, stepped forward, his voice a low growl that carried through the sudden silence. "Well, well, look what the tide dragged in," he sneered, his eyes sweeping over the Straw Hats and then pausing on you, an unpleasant glint in his gaze. "The Straw Hats, eh? You've picked the wrong port, pirates. This territory belongs to the Crimson Fang crew. And we don't take kindly to trespassers." His eyes narrowed, focusing on Luffy. "Especially not big shot Yonko crews."

The air crackled with tension. The townsfolk began to scatter, scurrying into doorways and behind market stalls. The Straw Hats instinctively tensed, their hands going to their weapons. Sanji's cigarette glowed brighter, Zoro's hand rested on his hilt, and Nami's grip tightened on her weapon. You remained calm, your expression unreadable, but your eyes held a quiet intensity as they locked onto the approaching rivals.

The air hung heavy, thick with the unspoken threat of violence. The Crimson Fang pirates bristled, their leader's hand already twitching towards a weapon. Everyone could sense the impending explosion.

But before the scarred man could even twitch a finger, you moved. It wasn't a sudden burst of speed, nor a flashy technique. It was a fluid, almost graceful step forward, so subtle that only the most observant would even notice. Then, your right foot came down. Not with a stomp, not with a kick, but with a seemingly delicate precision that belied the devastating force behind it.

A resounding CRACK ripped through the cobblestones of the market square. The very ground beneath your foot fractured, sending spiderweb cracks outward. The force rippled through the street, and the hulking man at the front, caught completely off guard, yelled as the impact travelled up his leg. His face contorted, not from a direct hit, but from the sheer concussive force that had traveled from the ground, through his body, and culminated in a sickening crunch that broke his nose and sent him sprawling backwards, blood gushing. He lay amidst the shattered pavement, groaning, entirely incapacitated.

His stunned crewmates stared, wide-eyed, from their downed leader to your calm, unruffled demeanor. It was then that a collective gasp went through their ranks, followed by hushed, terrified whispers that quickly escalated into shouts.

"No way!"

"It's her!"

"The Gentle Demon!"

The name echoed through the scattering crowd, a ripple of fear and awe.

Luffy, surprisingly, just grinned, a familiar, proud look on his face as if this was merely another Tuesday. "Shishishi! See? I told you she was strong!"

His crew, however, was absolutely floored. Sanji, who had been about to unleash a flaming kick, stood frozen, his jaw hanging open. "The... the Gentle Demon?" he stammered, his earlier admiration for your "delicate beauty" clashing violently with the reality he'd just witnessed.

Nami's eyes were wide, her Clima-Tact lowering slowly. Usopp let out a small, terrified squeak, clutching Chopper. Chopper, for his part, had transformed into his Brain Point, tiny antlers quivering as he tried to process the impossible display of strength. Franky's usually boisterous "SUPER!" died in his throat. Brook merely let out a silent, skull-rattling gasp.

Robin's usually serene expression showed a rare flicker of profound recognition. Her eyes widened slightly as she put the pieces together. "The Gentle Demon," she murmured, a touch of awe in her voice. "The rumors spoke of a mysterious adventurer, renowned for her kindness and grace, yet possessing strength rivaling the most powerful figures in the world. Said to effortlessly shatter stone, command incredible force... a power so immense some believed it was a blessing from the gods, while others swore it could only be a devil fruit." She looked at you, a newfound respect shining in her gaze. "It seems the legends didn't exaggerate, Y/N-san."

You simply offered a small, apologetic shrug to the groaning pirate. "Sometimes, a demonstration is the quickest way to avoid a longer argument," you said, your voice still as calm and gentle as ever. The remaining Crimson Fang pirates, seeing their formidable leader broken and the street itself cracked beneath your foot, didn't need another demonstration. They snatched up their fallen comrade and fled, scrambling back into the alleyway from which they came, their boasts replaced by desperate cries of terror.

Luffy's laughter, loud and uninhibited, boomed through the now hushed market square. "Shishishi shi! you’ve gotten even stronger y/n!" he chortled, completely unfazed by the broken pavement and the fleeing pirates. He truly was the only one who seemed to have anticipated Y/N's devastating capability.

The remaining Crimson Fang pirates, fueled by a desperate mix of terror and bravado, momentarily froze at Robin's words. But then, as one, they surged forward, a desperate attempt to overwhelm Y/N with sheer numbers. "Get her!" one of them shrieked, "She's just one woman!"

They were sorely mistaken.

Y/N moved again, and this time, the Straw Hats saw more than just a subtle shift. It was a blur of motion that defied her seemingly delicate frame. She didn't draw a weapon, didn't need to.

One pirate, charging with a rusty cutlass, suddenly found himself airborne, propelled upwards by an invisible force from Y/N's outstretched palm. He soared over the market stalls, a startled cry escaping him, before landing with a dull thud in a pile of fishnets, completely entangled.

Another, attempting a wide swing with a spiked club, felt a deceptively gentle tap on his wrist. The tap, however, carried the force of a battering ram. His hand instantly went numb, the club clattering to the ground as he clutched his now undoubtedly shattered bones.

A third, trying to sneak up behind her, found himself face-first in a barrel of exotic fruit, the wood splintering around him as if he'd been thrown by a giant. Y/N didn't punch, didn't kick in the conventional sense. Her movements were precise, efficient, and horrifyingly powerful. A slight pivot, a seemingly casual flick of a wrist, a barely noticeable shoulder bump – each minimal motion resulted in maximal, bone-jarring impact. It was like watching a graceful dancer effortlessly dismantle a small army. Within moments, the ground was littered with groaning, defeated pirates, each one incapacitated by what appeared to be almost no effort from Y/N.

The Straw Hats stood utterly dumbfounded. They had been ready to fight, their minds prepared for a chaotic brawl, but Y/N had finished it before they even had a chance to twitch a muscle.

Sanji, still reeling from the initial shock, dropped his cigarette. It rolled across the broken pavement as he stared, eyes wide. "She... she didn't even muss her hair," he whispered, a mixture of awe and terror in his voice. "This elegant, perfect goddess... is an absolute monster!"

Nami blinked, then blinked again. Her Clima-Tact lay forgotten in her hand. "So... all those rumors weren't exaggerated at all," she muttered, a new, cautious respect entering her gaze. "Luffy, why didn't you warn us your sister was... that?!"

Usopp had fainted. He lay in a crumpled heap, with Chopper frantically trying to revive him. "Usopp! Hang in there! It's okay! The scary lady won!" Chopper yelped, then quickly clamped a hoof over his mouth, realizing what he'd said.

Franky stared at the cracked ground, then at Y/N, then back at the ground. "SU...PER?!" he finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "That wasn't just strength, that was... precise destruction! Incredible!"

Brook strummed a single, trembling note on his violin. "Yohohoho... I suppose even a skeleton can be scared to death. My soul truly vibrates with fear and admiration. She truly is the Gentle Demon, just as Robin-san said!"

Jinbe simply watched, a flicker of deep respect in his usually calm eyes. "Such power," he rumbled, a slight nod of acknowledgment to Y/N. "Masterful control."

Zoro, however, was different. He hadn't moved a muscle, his hand still on his sword, but his single eye had narrowed in intense focus. He watched Y/N, a glint of something akin to challenge in his gaze. He hadn't seen her fight until now, and the quiet, unassuming woman had just taken down a crew without breaking a sweat, in a manner that was both terrifyingly efficient and strangely graceful.

You turned back to the stunned crew, a calm, almost serene smile on your face, completely unfazed by the carnage you'd just wrought. "Well," you said, your voice soft and entirely devoid of malice, "that's that. Shall we continue our walk, then?"You simply turned, a gentle, unhurried pace, as if the spontaneous dismantling of a pirate crew was nothing more than a minor diversion. Luffy, ever the exuberant one, was quick to catch up, bouncing along beside you, still chuckling. "See?! I told you guys! She's amazing!"

The Straw Hats, however, remained rooted for a moment, their minds struggling to reconcile the "Gentle Demon" with the unassuming woman walking away. Then, as if a collective switch had flipped, they broke into a jog, scrambling to follow.

"Y-Y/N-san!" Usopp stammered, having finally been revived by Chopper. "What was that?! How did you... do that?!" His eyes were wide with a mix of terror and fascination.

Nami, ever direct, didn't mince words. "Luffy, you really weren't kidding! We honestly thought you were just exaggerating, you know, being your usual self when you talked about her strength!" She gestured at the splintered pavement and the groaning pirates. "This is... something else entirely!"

Sanji, still a picture of disbelief, sighed dramatically. "My apologies, Y/N-sama! I, your humble servant, had foolishly assumed your unparalleled beauty was your only formidable attribute! To think such delicate grace could wield the power of a thousand storms! My senses are truly overwhelmed!"

Chopper, now trotting beside you, looked up with earnest curiosity. "Was that a Devil Fruit power? Or did you just train super, super hard?"

You offered them a warm, reassuring smile, understanding their confusion. "It's alright," you said softly. "It's not a Devil Fruit, Chopper. Just... a natural aptitude, I suppose. And a lot of practice, of course." You glanced at the lingering cracks in the cobblestones, a hint of regret in your eyes. "I do apologize for the damage to the street. I didn't mean to be quite so destructive."

Zoro, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke, his voice gruff but with an underlying hint of respect. "So, the rumors were true then. You really are that strong." He didn't sound surprised, merely confirmed.

Robin's gaze was thoughtful. "A natural aptitude for such power is truly remarkable, Y/N-san. It's rare to see such control and precision with sheer physical force."

You simply shrugged, a faint blush touching your cheeks at the unexpected attention. "It's just how I've always been." You looked at your brother, who was grinning proudly. "Luffy's seen it all before, haven't you?"

Luffy nodded vigorously. "Yep! She always did that! When we were kids, she'd beat up anyone who messed with us!"

The Straw Hats exchanged another round of looks, a new understanding dawning in their eyes. This was Luffy's sister, a woman who looked gentle and kind, but who could, with a mere step, shatter the ground and incapacitate an entire crew. Their initial skepticism had evaporated, replaced by a profound respect and a touch of awe.

You offered them another warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of their lingering surprise. "It's not really a secret," you began, your voice soft but carrying easily. "I was just... born this way, I suppose. Even as a baby, my grip was apparently quite strong." You chuckled lightly. "Luffy and I would play a game where we'd try to lift rocks bigger than ourselves. He always said I cheated because I could lift anything."

You paused, a faraway look entering your eyes. "As I grew, so did the strength. It wasn't just about lifting things, but about control, about putting all of that raw power into a single, precise point. I trained, of course. Not with any particular master, but against the mountains, against the wild animals, against myself."

A shadow crossed your features, a subtle shift in the calm of your demeanor. "Then... after Sabo died," you continued, your voice dropping slightly, "that's when I really pushed myself. I trained harder than ever. I felt like I needed to be stronger, to protect what was left."

The moment the words "Sabo died" left your lips, Luffy, who had been listening with his usual rapt attention, suddenly froze. His wide grin vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, stunned realization. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing the rest of the Straw Hats to nearly bump into him.

"Sabo... died?" Luffy repeated, his voice barely a whisper, a strange mix of confusion and dawning understanding on his face. Then, his eyes snapped to yours, blazing with a sudden, overwhelming certainty. "No! Sabo didn't die, Y/N! He's alive! I saw him! He's a Revolutionary!"

The impact of his words hit you like a physical blow. Your calm facade shattered. Your eyes, usually so serene, widened in disbelief, then filled with a torrent of warring emotions. Relief, so profound it threatened to buckle your knees. Joy, so intense it made your heart ache. But beneath it all, a crushing wave of sorrow for years spent grieving a brother who was alive, for the strength you'd sought in the shadow of his memory.

"Alive?" you breathed, the single word ragged, barely audible. You felt a tremor run through your body, a feeling you hadn't experienced since you were a child. "Sabo... is alive?" Your vision blurred, and suddenly, the bustling market, the curious faces of the Straw Hats, even Luffy's triumphant grin, all faded into a haze. It couldn't be true. Could it?

A tear, warm and undeniable, traced a path down your cheek, followed quickly by another. But instead of sadness, a shaky, disbelieving laugh bubbled from your throat, growing in intensity until it was a joyous, almost hysterical sound that drew confused stares from the few remaining townsfolk. Relief, so vast and overwhelming, washed over you, mixing with the phantom ache of years of grief.

"Alive," you whispered again, the word tasting like a miracle on your tongue. Your eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears, fixed on Luffy. "He's alive... All this time..."

Luffy, seeing your tears, immediately looked worried. His usual boundless energy faltered, and he reached out, gently patting your arm. "Hey, Y/N? Don't cry! He's really alive! I met him at Dressrosa! He's strong now, and he's got a cool pipe!" His crew, who had learned of Sabo's survival much earlier, watched your raw display of emotion with a mix of surprise and understanding.

Sanji's eyes softened, his typical dramatic flair replaced by genuine empathy. "To think she carried that grief for so long..." he murmured, a rare somberness in his voice.

Nami, usually guarded, felt a pang in her chest. "She really believed he was gone, didn't she? After all these years..."

Usopp, now fully revived, sniffled. "That's... that's so sad! But also happy!"

Chopper, his big eyes glistening, looked at you with deep compassion. He understood loss, and he understood the profound joy of finding someone you thought was gone.

Robin, ever perceptive, recognized the depth of your emotional release. "To carry such a burden, only to have it lifted so suddenly... it must be overwhelming, Y/N-san."

Zoro, though silent, watched you intently, a flicker of something akin to understanding in his gaze. He'd seen comrades lost and found.

You finally managed to rein in the laughter and tears, wiping your face with the back of your hand. You looked at Luffy, a deep, abiding gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you, Lu," you said, your voice still a little wobbly. "Thank you for telling me." The world, which had felt slightly muted for years, suddenly burst into vibrant color.

A profound lightness settled over you, a weight you hadn't even realized you carried lifting from your chest. The lingering phantom grief for Sabo dissolved, replaced by an overwhelming sense of wonder and profound gratitude. Your dearly departed brother was truly alive. All this time. The realization was almost too beautiful to grasp.

As you walked, a newfound spring in your step, the crew watched you with a mix of awe and a fresh layer of curiosity. Luffy, sensing your shift in mood, just grinned wider, happy that his sister wasn't crying anymore.

It was Robin, ever observant, who gently steered the conversation. "Y/N-san," she began, her voice calm and thoughtful, "you mentioned your abilities are a 'natural aptitude.' Could you elaborate on what exactly that entails? The way you moved just now, it wasn't a Devil Fruit, nor did it seem to be a specific martial art, at least not one I'm familiar with."

You smiled faintly. "It's hard to explain precisely," you admitted. "It's not about training to hit harder, but about understanding how force works. How to channel it, how to disrupt an opponent's balance with the slightest touch, how to focus all of your natural strength into a single point of impact." You glanced at the still-cracked pavement. "It's why I can cause things to break without appearing to exert much effort. It's not just brute strength; it's precision and understanding of the physical world."

Zoro grunted, his interest piqued. "So, you're saying you can hit like a cannon without even winding up?"

"Something like that," you confirmed with a small nod. "It's about making every movement, no matter how small, count. About finding the weaknesses, the points where power can be multiplied with minimal outward display." You paused, then added, "It's why I often prefer to avoid direct confrontation when possible. It can be... a bit much."

Sanji swooned. "Such devastating power, yet wielded with such delicate consideration! My heart simply cannot handle such perfection!"

Nami, ever practical, tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So, you could, like, just lightly tap a wall and it would crumble?"

You considered it. "If I focused the energy correctly, yes. Though I try not to do that unnecessarily. It tends to cause more trouble than it solves."

The crew exchanged wide-eyed glances. Luffy's sister wasn't just strong; she possessed a terrifyingly precise and overwhelming power that was unlike anything they'd encountered.

The revelation of your unique strength hung in the air, a new layer of understanding settling over the Straw Hats. They had seen powerful individuals, but your quiet, almost understated display was different, unsettling in its effortless devastation.

"So, you could punch through a Pacifista?" Usopp asked, his voice a little squeaky, his fear battling with his insatiable curiosity.

"Or knock out a sea king with a poke?" Chopper added, his eyes wide.

You considered their questions, a thoughtful expression on your face. "I've never specifically tried a Pacifista," you admitted, "but if the material has a weakness, a point of concentration, then yes, it's possible. As for a sea king, a precise strike to a vital point could certainly incapacitate it, yes."

Sanji dramatically clutched his chest. "My beautiful Y/N-sama, a walking, breathing, elegant battleship! My heart cannot take such magnificent power!"

Nami, however, was already seeing the practical applications. Her eyes gleamed with a familiar spark. "So you're saying you could take down entire buildings without making a sound if you needed to?"

You nodded slowly. "In theory, yes. With enough focus and the right points of impact."

Zoro, for the first time, gave a genuine, if small, smirk. "Sounds like a pain to fight."

"It's why I prefer not to," you reiterated, a touch of weariness in your voice. "It can be... difficult to control the extent of the impact sometimes, especially if I'm not careful. And it tends to draw unwanted attention."

Robin simply smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Such power also brings a unique form of responsibility, Y/N-san. It seems you've chosen to wield it with great care."

Luffy, meanwhile, had been listening to all of this with the same beaming enthusiasm. "Shishishi! See, guys? She's the best! We should go get some meat now!" he declared, already pulling you towards a nearby aroma.

As you allowed Luffy to tug you along, the Straw Hats followed, their initial wariness towards you completely gone, replaced by a profound respect and a clear understanding that their captain's quiet, graceful sister was, in her own subtle way, every bit as formidable as he was.

Luffy's stomach, as always, dictated the next course of action. He dragged you and the crew through the bustling market, his nose leading the way to the most tantalizing aromas. While he, Usopp, and Chopper immediately dove into sampling various local delicacies, Nami and Sanji began the more practical task of gathering supplies.

You found yourself drifting alongside Robin, observing the vibrant stalls. You picked up a small, intricately carved wooden bird, admiring its craftsmanship, before gently setting it back down. You helped Franky load a particularly large barrel of cola onto a handcart, your seemingly effortless lift making him exclaim, "Super strength, sis!" as he struggled with his end. You even offered Nami a quiet suggestion for a durable, lightweight rope you'd encountered in your travels, which she promptly added to their list. The crew, now fully accustomed to your gentle nature and subtle power, no longer questioned it, simply accepting you as a fascinating, formidable presence.

After a few hours of shopping and a near-riot over Luffy trying to eat a vendor's entire stock, the Straw Hats began making their way back to the Thousand Sunny, laden with provisions.

As you walked along the pier, the sea breeze whipping at your hair, Luffy slowed his pace to walk beside you, his usual boisterous energy tempered by a rare sincerity. He looked out at the ocean, then turned his gaze to you, his eyes serious beneath the brim of his straw hat.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, his voice soft, "you're really strong, and you're good at finding stuff, and... you're my sister." He paused, taking a deep breath. "You should join my crew. Be a pirate with us." His gaze was earnest, filled with genuine hope. "It'd be fun! We'd go on so many adventures! And we'd be together, like before."

The offer hung in the salty air. You looked out at the shimmering expanse of the sea, then back at your brother, his face etched with a familiar, boundless optimism. The thought of joining them, of truly being a part of this chaotic, adventurous family again, was incredibly tempting. You pictured the endless days on the Thousand Sunny, the laughter, the danger, the shared dreams. It was a life far removed from your solitary wanderings.

You closed your eyes for a moment, the call of the open, unknown world warring with the warmth of newfound belonging.

You opened your eyes, a gentle, melancholic smile on your face. "Luffy," you began, your voice soft but firm, "I love you, and there's nothing I want more than for you to find the One Piece and become the King of the Pirates. And I truly cherish being with you all again, seeing how far you've come."

You took his hand, your grip surprisingly delicate. "But my path... it's just a bit different. I've been an adventurer for so long, chasing whispers of ancient places and hidden wonders. My journey calls me to the quiet corners of the world, to discoveries that aren't always about grand battles." You squeezed his hand gently. "I'll stay for a little while longer. I'll join you on a few more adventures, if you'll have me. But my heart... it's meant to wander freely, without a crew or a flag."

Luffy's shoulders slumped for a moment, the slightest hint of disappointment clouding his face. But then, true to his nature, his grin slowly returned. "Okay!" he declared, his voice bright once more. "Then you'll just be our super strong guest adventurer for now! And you can visit us whenever you want!" He threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a cheerful side-hug. "Shishishi! As long as we're together sometimes, that's what matters!"

The rest of the crew, who had been listening in respectful silence, let out a collective sigh of something akin to understanding. They had hoped you would stay, but they also recognized the independent spirit in your eyes.

With your decision made, a comfortable rhythm settled over the Thousand Sunny. You weren't a full-fledged crewmate, but you were family, a powerful, calming presence amidst their usual chaos. For the next few islands, you joined their adventures, your unique abilities and quiet wisdom proving invaluable.

On a volcanic island, when a geyser threatened to engulf the Thousand Sunny in scalding steam, it was your seemingly delicate touch that precisely cracked the surrounding rock, diverting the flow of superheated water away from the ship, leaving the crew marveling at your calculated power. On a shadowy, mist-shrouded isle rumored to be haunted, while Luffy charged headfirst at what he thought was a ghost (and was actually a giant, bioluminescent squid), your keen senses picked up on subtle vibrations in the ground, warning Robin and Jinbe of a collapsing ancient ruin just moments before it crumbled, saving them from being buried. You even silently mediated a few of Sanji and Zoro's inevitable arguments, your calm presence often enough to diffuse their fiery tempers before they escalated into full-blown brawls.

The Straw Hats grew to understand that your strength wasn't just about punching power; it was about an intuitive understanding of the world, a deep connection to its very fabric that allowed you to manipulate it with impossible grace. They saw your kindness, your unwavering loyalty to Luffy, and the profound, silent love you held for your brothers.

Finally, the time came for you to continue your own journey. The Thousand Sunny was anchored off a vibrant, bustling port town, its colorful buildings shimmering under the afternoon sun. Luffy, though sad, understood. He embraced you in one of his bone-crushing hugs, his grin still wide. "Don't be a stranger, Y/N! Come visit us again! We'll be waiting for you!"

"Of course, Lu," you chuckled, returning his embrace. "And you, keep chasing your dreams. Don't cause too much trouble."

You said your farewells to each member of the crew. Nami gave you a genuine hug, her earlier skepticism replaced by true warmth. Sanji bowed dramatically, swearing eternal devotion. Usopp, ever dramatic, tried to give you a "super-secret adventurer's survival kit." Chopper gave you a tearful farewell hug, burying his face in your side. Robin offered a rare, warm smile. Franky gave you a hearty, "SUPER goodbye, sis!" Brook played a melancholy farewell tune on his violin. Jinbe gave you a respectful nod, acknowledging a fellow soul of the sea.

You stepped onto your own small, familiar ship, the gentle waves rocking it welcomingly. As you untied the mooring ropes, you looked back at the Thousand Sunny, your family. Luffy stood on the railing, waving wildly, his straw hat catching the sun. The others stood behind him, a chaotic but loving bunch. You waved back, a serene smile gracing your lips.

The sea called, the unknown beckoned, and your heart, now lighter than it had been in years, was ready. You adjusted your course, your small vessel turning away from the magnificent pirate ship and towards the endless horizon, a silent guardian moving through the world, a Gentle Demon forever bound by the unbreakable ties of family, waiting for the next grand reunion.

[d3sperate-enuf]

I'm looking for this reaction thing I read one time (more than once) about the Uppermoons meeting someone that's stronger than them. I can't find it

Please help

Kokushibo was like why don't you kill me and the reader was like let's have some tea. I can't remember the others lmao 😭

Another fic is one where Kagaya asks Giyuu to bring his kid and the hashiras are like fym kid?? I can't find this too 😭😭

[eris-snow]

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, Starlight, Starlight standing up for herself, tags what

Masterlist

8th July. Sun, Stars and Light.

---

“Are you joking? I thought you’d be dead by now. Or given up.” Isamu Suzuki complains you step into the blinding white room.

Another year, another visit.

“Well boohoo,” you murmur, rolling your eyes as you sit down on the armchair opposite him. “Thought you would have died by now, old man. How’s prison life treating you? From the looks of it, not great. Hey, wanna bet to see who dies first? Winner gets bragging points and a one-way trip to hell. You look like the kind of guy who’d die the next day, honestly. You should consider pulling the plug, if you know what I mean. Hold your breath and count to a thousand. End your misery, you know?”

The haggard man blinks at you.

Running a hand through your hair, you slump down on the chair.

“I need…I need sleep.”

A nasty smirk curls onto Isamu’s lips. “Finally getting worn down, hm? And from the looks of it, little blondie cracklefire has left your side too.”

“He’s gonna get Zuku killed.” You muse. “I wanna stop it, but at the same time, I don’t really. Once Izuku sets his mind on something—“

“He never wavers,” The villain finishes impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve used me as your therapist way too many times. Don’t you have one back at your prestigious school? Just because I’m tied down here, doesn’t mean I want to listen to your hormonal problems. You fuck up my life 7 years ago. I ain’t giving you shit.”

“Well, you threw mine into the 4th dimension.” You grumble. “You reap what you sow, and then some.”

“I still have my brother fighting for his life out there,” Isamu says, and at that moment, even strapped down and crusty in a white suit he doesn’t own, he looks a little more…human. “Yeah, that’s right. Your glitter sparkles hero society have holes in big blabber mouth security guards.” The villain hums. “You’ve had trouble tracking him down, right?”

In the truth of the matter, you didn’t know much. After apprehending Isamu’s brother from the attack last year, you’d handed him off to the police for questioning. With school and internships, you’d barely paid attention to it when he went missing again. Apparently, Chisuke Suzuki snuck out using his Quirk, and by the time backup had arrived, there was simply a blood bath and three stacks of officers.

When they woke up, all officers were chronically depressed.

Chisuke’s Quirk was the erasure of one emotion from a victim. Or at least, that’s what it was last year. You should probably check the files more.

“My brother’s Quirk is more powerful than mine, and he knows how to get by,” Isamu says proudly. “At least if I hold on, I know he’ll be out there, waiting for me.”

His words slip a small pin to your heart, specifically and thoughtfully chosen. It hurt more than you thought, but you couldn’t let him drag you down now.

“What, no snarky feedback?” His eyes are blue, cold, hard and searching. “Never thought there’d come the day.”

A twig breaks. A tree falls. The camel’s back snaps in two.

“Is that what you want?” You explode, slamming a hand on the glass. Everything is hot, from your fingertips to your toes. “Me to give you a speech about how even though I royally fucked up, Izuku will find a way to regain his memories through the skin of his teeth because he’s Deku? Heroes give up too, god dammit! And maybe I deserve it, alright? What? What do you want to hear, asshole?”

You back down to the safety of your chair and heave a breath. “I need…” You whisper, shaking your head, “to give up properly.”

Isamu barks out a laugh. “7 years and finally, something interesting. Nah, keep going. I’ve waited too long for this.”

Watch me break.

Watch me crumble.

“Hey,” Isamu says cheerfully. “If you do want to be put out of your misery, let’s make a deal. You get me in touch with my brother, and I can get him to use his Quirk on you.”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. Maybe this guy has gone off the deep end. “Why would I do that?” you scoff.

“Because,” Isamu smirks. It’s an ugly smirk, with his yellowed, misaligned teeth.

“He can erase your love for that brat, you rascal.”

—

After school that day, Izuku takes the liberty of racing back to his room to dump out the Post-It notes on the floor of his dorm.

It was mind-boggling, and an out-of-body experience.

Scratchy scrawls line every note, his handwriting and his words all spilling out like it was a ritual he’d take part in come fire or hail.

I’m scared to die.

I don’t want to fight Shigaraki. I want to forgive him.

I’m scared I get left behind.

Personal feelings Izuku had never penned down were inked on yellow stickies, little nooks of his own insecurities all laid bare.

It’s difficult for me to admit these things.

Ochaco and I aren't a thing anymore, we fell out of love.

Slowly, Izuku pieces together who you once were to him.

Someone trustworthy, someone kind.

But not all were appropriate triggers, and those that were are diamonds in a mineshaft. Most things were trivial, and the few that caused bone-shattering agony to his mind never tripped anything right.

Gasping, he tugs his necktie off and closes his eyes in frustration. Sweat stains his wooden floor a darker brown, and his hope starts to fade. The last trigger has him seeing stars as he gently eases himself back down from insanity.

“Give them back…!” He whispers, scarred hands squeezing his head as he glares at himself in his standing wall mirror. “Give my memories back!”

In a fit of rage, he swings the tin box holding the systematically stacked notes against his bed.

A flurry of Post-it notes flutters around him as the box slams loudly against his bed frame. A false bottom pops out, and so does a new section of Post-its.

15 of them, and they’re dated from July 1st to 15.

—

“Erase my love for Izuku?” You had to give it to Isamu, his hunches were always spot on.

“You’re always so adamant about keeping your memories. Heck, I think if I find a way to use my Quirk on you, you’d find a way to resist its effect as you heroes do best. But emotions…” Isamu laughs. It’s not a nice laugh. “You can pay the price of millions of memories with just one emotion. It’d end your suffering.”

You falter, and he sees it like it’s white on black. “You won’t forget him, but you won’t know pain, either. It’d go poof,” Isamu says, eyes electrifying as he dishes out the offer with the finesse of a conman.

It’s tempting, of course it is. This whole time, Izuku had always stood by your side not knowing who you really were. You couldn’t bring yourself to love him properly, just as he deserved. He deserved someone there, someone who could enrapture him like the Aurora borealis instead of someone as plentiful as the stars in the night sky. Someone who could share memories with him for a long long time.

That someone wasn’t you.

Accepting this deal meant moving on. It meant leaving your feelings in your glade and finally…

be free.

Not free from the memories, but…in a different way.

But then, your resolve hardens like steel. “You have some nerve trying to bribe me over with that.”

You stand up, anger cooled to an eerily calm. The world is silent, it’s the ocean's depth at the seabed. “Every inch of me, I cherish it. The good, the bad, the terrible. To rip a feeling out of me? Using heartbreak as manipulation? That’s low even for you.” You scoff, fingers sliding over the glass. “If I move on from Izuku, that’s by me, and me alone. I will never accept your side payback that’s dressed up as charity, because I will never let Izuku go through the pain I did.”

Fire burns, a torch of eternal flame; your love for Izuku, cast out because even though it’s pretty, even though it hurts, no one will ever admire its beauty.

“Izuku’s strong, and so am I.” You whisper, eyes locking with his. “I do not need you.”

—

The note that triggers it is not the one he imagined.

I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

Even so, he thinks through it. Zuku? No one has ever called him that before. Kacchan calls you Shortie, he knows that. But why does he say he can’t imagine you calling him anything else?

“Nicknames from first year?” He whispers under his breath. “Maybe I lost my memories last year? My birthday, obviously…”

Where does this point to?

Why the Post-it notes?

What did he call you?

His brain explodes as he writhes in agony again. Blinding hot pain, wax melting his skull—

Starlight, His mind lapses.

There’s another image this time, one of a willow tree in the same field. The branches of it sway hypnotisingly slow, and he can feel the breeze even though he’s not present there.

In a sandbox, building sandcastles under the night sky. Your name is Starlight.

“Your name is Starlight.” He whispers, his mouth echoing the word as easy as he were to say Kacchan.

The fluorescent lights sizzle, and something breaks.

The next thing he knows, everything is black.

[lunavellda]

Naruto girls x 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Situation:You guys have to go against each other in the Chunin exams

Scene 1: Chunin

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮

The tension was thick as every team and every player went on each other. Team 7 was in the roll with Naruto winning against Neji and Kiba and Sakura winning,kind of.

You stood up and watched the match against random players.

Your expression calm, as always.

Your mom, Tsunade Senju, training you constantly until you said quit's and the sun going down.

You stood with team 10, Ino's arms around your neck as she watched with boredom.

'Sakura Haruno x reader Senju'

It said.

"Hah! This is gonna be easy!" Sakura's voice yelled out.

That's how it began.

It wasn't new for someone to think they can easily beat you.

You were so calm.

So collected.

People think that they can taunt you, because you didn't say anything nor did you do something. Because you didn't care!

"Don't listen to her, [reader], I have seen your true power when getting here," Ino encouraged.

"Go, Sakura!" Naruto simped over her.

Sakura flicked her hair with confidence and ready to prove herself to Sasuke.

Sasuke however could care less. There was more to what meets the eye. There was always something about you, that caught his attention. There was this aura around that spoke more volumes, than your words.

The tension came back faster than Sakura trying to pay for her hairline.

Sakura's smirk bigger than her forehead and her ego.

"Wait...and BEGIN!!"

Sakura charged first and her Kunai ready. You dodged easily,like nothing.

As you tried to fix your posture so you can fight properly, Sakura strikes her Kunai straight at you. But you disappeared, oh no.

'Shit,' Sakura thought 'That was a shadow clone!

In seconds, you appeared behind her and kicked her hard on her stomach. The force was so strong that she blow to the arena wall that divided the audience and the fighters.

"[-[Y/n] wins."

Sakura's unconscious body fell on the ground with a loud thud.

After math:

"Hey! Yeah you!" Sakura's voice rang out as you and Ino walked away.

Your expression was calm as you looked at her. Most people won't notice, but Sakura is quite intimidated by you.

You were expecting a hand full of questions from her and how you embarrassed her from "her" Sasuke.

"She doesn't want to talk to you forehead." Ino protected.

"I wasn't talking to you,Ino-pig! I was talking to [reader]" Sakura mocked. "I just wanted to say that congratulations, you deserve It,I guess. But-" Her voice toning out with you looking at her with shock

Wow.

You never expected that...from her! A light blush was placed on your cheeks wow. "-i won't forgive you from embarrassing me from MY Sasuke!"

Yeah, that's what gave it away.

Your blush going away,

Your wide eyes and shocked face gone,

And your lovey dovey expression gone.

Your calm and collected demeanor takes the stage.

"YOUR SASUKE! HE CANT EVEN SEE YOUR FACE WITH THAT BIG FOREHEAD OF YOURS!!" Ino yelled with fury.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!? INO-PIG?!?" Sakura clapped back.

"Yeah, I am going." You said,already fed up.

You left without them noticing.

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Definitions:

Scene 1: when I mean about scene 1, it means that there will be more characters that [Y/n] goes against instead of having "part2, part3,part4,etc." Because it's gonna confuse people and they will think there is more parts of Sakura.

Chunin: when I say Chunin, it means that it happened when you all are Chunins.

Next up:

Hinata Hyūga

[m1stm3]

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.