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[kuriri9]

What is Love?

[beckman, ace]

synopsis: you don’t understand, why is he upset?

Beckman:

+ You laid in the med bay, silent, as Hongo tended to your severe wounds from the raid earlier. Beckman sat next to the bed, staring at you. Noticing his gaze, you turn your head to look at him

+ The loss of blood and the pain of getting stitched up made you paler than ever, cold sweat wetting the bed sheets, but no sounds of complaint came out of your mouth

+ “Why did you block that attack for me?” He finally asks. 

+ “Was I not supposed to? You were gonna get hurt.” You replied, looking away, “I don’t want you to get hurt, because that’s what love is, right? I love you.”

+ Beckman stayed quiet and sighed, a hand over his eyes. He sat for another few minutes, then stood up and ruffled your hair gently. “It seems like you have a lot more to learn,” he says, walking out the room, relighting his cigarette. “That’s fine. We have all the time in the world.”

Ace:

- You stare at the boy in front of you, covered in bandages. The Marineford War just occurred a few days ago. He came to visit you the moment he woke up from his coma

- Tears stained his face as he hugged the cold grave stone in front of him, you reached out to wipe it away for him, but your hand went right through his face

- You didn’t understand his sadness, if love was protecting someone even if it meant death, shouldn’t he be happy that you died for him? It wasn’t like you stopped loving him

- Maybe it sounded good in your head when you thought he was going to remember you forever, but looking at his tears, and the dark circles under his eyes, you started to regret your decision a little

- Maybe he would be better off forgetting you

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First Kiss

king the wildfire x fem!reader

synopsis: there must’ve been a past life where he drove his beloved sword into your heart— and the blood that spilled from your chest became the red thread that binds you both in this one.

author's note: lowkey don't know where i was going with this one oops

It always seemed cold and windy on Onigashima, contrary to the spirit of the Beast Pirates: loud, cruel, and high-spirited. Playing the shamisen in one of the highest rooms of the Skull, the windows open, you patiently wait for King to return from his patrol. Fingers turning red and numb from the cold, yet you cannot complain. Being a geisha only means being bound by silks instead of chains, even if you were his favorite. 

You weren’t supposed to let your eyes wander around, but you couldn’t help but to stare at the window, into the distance, a few pirates would pass by during patrols on the island, and then it was endless amounts of water. You wished you could look back at your hometown again, but it was impossible. A sharp snap had brought you back from your trance, you gaze down at your shamisen. A string had snapped, and a drop of blood was oozing out of the small cut from the broken string, which you could have avoided if you paid more attention. Just as you were going to stand up and change out the string, a strong gust of wind blew past the window. You turned your head the other way so the cold wind wouldn’t hurt your face, but your hairpin couldn’t withstand it and rolled to the ground, your hair fell in front of your face. You heard the familiar sound of leather boots on the floor, and you know he was back.

You lower your head, looking like a graceful mess. “... I’m sorry.” You apologized for your current situation.

King stared at you for a moment, before picking up your floral hairpin from the floor. “Let your hair down for today.” Not saying another word, he exited the room.

You knew he went to clean himself up, so you waited until he fully walked away, before raising your head again. By the time he was back, you were fully composed, with your finger wrapped in band-aid and a new shamisen in hand, the only difference was your hair being fully down. He walks towards you, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face, before sitting down in front of you, elbow on the tea table, and head resting on his own fist. You paused for a second, eyelash flattering, you didn’t dare to look in his eyes. Maybe he knew that about you, so he decided to close his eyes, resting for a bit as his favorite melody played.

What were your feelings towards King? You can’t even answer yourself. It’s moments like these where you think that you truly did love him. But you will never forget the day where his magenta eyes first looked into yours. There was fire all around him, people were screaming, blood trails under the rumbles of collapsed houses. The country you loved fell into the hands of a tyrant, yet you found yourself lost in the eyes of his right-hand. The night you realized you no longer flinch at King’s touch, you laughed at yourself, yet tears stained the bed sheets. Unfortunately, love and hate don’t cancel each other out. Even if you could have a knife at his throat, you’d still think his eyes are beautiful.

When King’s unconscious body was fished out from the ocean after the War of Onigashima, you went to see him. You bet he didn’t expect you to stay on the island despite him telling you to leave a few days before. You stare at his face, water still dripping down his shirt and hair. This is the first time you’ve seen his face, he looked prettier than you imagined, your finger traced against his tattoo. The dagger hidden in your sleeve burned against your skin, but you didn’t bother to acknowledge it. One of your hands pressed against his chest to find the hairpin he took from you broken, you let out a bitter smile. Your other hand sneaked up to caress his face, his heartbeat pounding in your left palm and his cold flesh in your right, your single teardrop fell as you leaned down, dripping onto his left cheekbone at the same time you landed your first kiss on his lips. 

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The Truth Untold

[katakuri, law]

sypnosis: so close, yet so far...

Katakuri:

A lack of affection during one’s childhood could lead to a certain amount of emotional numbness, so when confronted with love, their first response is often avoidance.

+ Komugi Island seemed especially quiet today. The dark clouds circling above the city and the harsh waves crashing against the shore indicated an approaching storm

+ Katakuri should’ve been happy. You whom he loved so carefully had told him you felt the same just a few moments ago

+ His heart skipped a beat and soared, but only for a moment. The joy that should’ve erupted instead folded in on itself. He should’ve pulled you into his arms. He should’ve told you, without hesitation, that he loved you too. He should’ve kissed you, and he should’ve called his siblings and told them about the good news

+ Katakuri should’ve been more than happy

+ But here he is, in his own room, alone. It has started to rain, the wind outside rattles his window panes, but he doesn’t move. His scarf is off in front of the mirror, and he stood there– rigid, silent– for a long, long time

Law:

It’s hard to carry hatred for someone as kind as you.

- Do you hate Law? That was a question you’ve been wondering for a long time. He once saved your life but you didn’t feel bad about it, since he was the one responsible for causing these feelings anyways

- You hated how he always shows the same cold demeanor to everyone he knows, and you hated how he lets the presents you gifted eat dust in a random drawer in his room

- But you loved him, too. You loved the way, when he looked at you, you could see the softness behind his barriers. You have been following him since the beginning of the Heart Pirates. He’s your savior, you cannot leave his crew, you were binded– that’s what you often said to yourself, but only you knew how much truth that really held

- You decided you hate Law. You hate that he doesn’t love you enough

- But Law… When Mom died, Dad didn’t care to stay by her side. When I died, you were right here.

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Summer Job

shanks x fem!reader

synopsis: reuniting with your high school crush while looking for a summer job in town wasn’t something you expected. but it seems like he also holds a secret within himself, something similar to yours. *college au

author’s note: this is the first time i’ve written something in a good few months!! my writing skills might’ve declined but i swear i’ll get back at it soon! >_<

Summer break for college starts much earlier than it does for high school, even so, finding a summer job was always a challenge. No stores would want to hire a worker that’s going to leave in two months, maybe besides the ice cream stores that only open during summer. You learned that the hard way.

This being your first summer back as a college student, your mom had been nagging you to get a job or an internship, but no matter how many cover letters or resumes you have submitted online, nobody would give a response. So here you are, walking on the streets of your town, fingers picking and scratching at the new mosquito bite on your arm that grew swollen and red, going store to store in hopes you could at least get a part-time. But barely any stores needed more workers, and you just know the ones that accepted your resume would never contact you back. 

Cicadas screaming in your ears just seemed to make everything worse. You walk towards the last store you had in mind— the ice cream store in town that only opened during summers, people say they’re always hiring. 

Ding.

The bell on the door rang as you walked into the small shop. The cool air from the AC washed over you and you swear this is the first time you’ve felt this relieved since you got your college acceptance letter a year ago. But that feeling quickly went away when you spotted a certain redhead behind the counters, working with another man.

Shanks.

Your upstairs neighbor, classmate, as well as…

Despite the AC being on, you felt like it was as hot as the weather outside. Fingers wrinkling the resume they’re holding, and heart pounding in your ears, perhaps nothing else could be more embarrassing than this moment.

You forced your legs to move forward.

“Hello, I was wondering if you are hiring by any chance?” You spoke up to the middle-aged man, presumably the person in charge of the shift.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Shanks staring at you, and you bet your whole face was red right now.

“Ah, sorry. Our last spot was just taken not long ago.” The man gave an apologetic smile, his head subconsciously gesturing to the redhead that was working next to him, wrapping up for an online order.

No way… your mouth agape, you slowly turned to Shanks. Maybe he felt a little guilty, his head snapped away immediately, focusing on his current task. Despite the store being cool, you could see the few drops of sweat on his forehead.

“Okay…” You sighed with defeat, “Thank you.” Thanking the man, you turned away to leave. 

Stepping back into the summer heat, you genuinely felt like jumping off a bridge at the thought of walking back home. You sighed again, giving it a thought, before turning back into the ice cream store. Surprisingly, this time, only Shanks was seen behind the counters. Did his manager seriously go on lunch break 2 seconds after you left?

“Hey,” Shanks was the one who spoke first, flashing you a big grin like he always does. “What can I get for ya?”

You looked at him, he hasn’t changed much since the last time you saw him at graduation. “Uh, I’ll take 2 scoops of the strawberry flavor… please.” You requested, smiling awkwardly, gazing down at the ice creams below the display glass. You and Shanks have known each other for a long time, going to the same school district basically all of your life. However, as time went on, people got sorted into different classes and found their own friend groups. Most people started distancing from their original friends, you and Shanks were one of the examples. But it was funny how you still liked him anyways, despite going from friends to acquaintances, you’ve always liked him more than anyone else.

“Cone or cup?” His question brought you out of your trance. You look back at him, accidentally making eye contact. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Cone would be fine.” You say.

After paying at the register, you watched as Shanks picked up a cone from the stack and grabbed the ice cream scoop. You came outside today to find a job, but ended up spending money, what the hell is wrong with you. You cursed at yourself in your mind. But you had to admit, the sight of Shanks’ biceps were indeed a treat to the eyes.

“I didn’t expect to see you around town.” He spoke as he handed you your cone. “How was college?”

You paused for a second, and then smiled a little, “Yeah, my mom was nagging me to find a summer job. College was fine, by the way, I made some new friends. What about you?” 

Maybe you spent a little way too long having a conversation with him, you only left when his manager came back from lunch break, and he somehow tricked you into saying that you’d come visit often during the break as you said your goodbye. You scratched your head after stepping out of the store.

Even though you couldn’t get a job from any of the private business owners in town, you successfully secured a position at the park district, for a whopping $13 per hour pay. At least your mom would stop nagging at you, you thought as you read the employment text they sent you, the spark gone from your eyes (joke). Summer seemed to be going well, you occasionally visited Shanks’ shifts and would sometimes see him at the park too. Until one night, you received a call from the redhead. He asked you if you would want to go see a summer musical the high school was hosting, and there was no reason for you to decline.

The date came faster than expected, you sat in the audience next to Shanks as you watched some familiar faces of underclassmen perform on stage. The loud music rang in your ears, but Shanks would occasionally whisper to you about the singers, you would feel his hot breath fanning your ear, and his strong arm that was pressed against yours. As the show ended, you both left the building, he stopped you on the front stairs of the school, and brought you to the side entrance so you guys wouldn’t block people from leaving. You look at him, confused. He seemed a little fidgety during the musical too. You wonder what could be bothering him.

This place sure brought back some memories though, you thought to yourself. It was the last day of school last year, the front schoolyard was filled with seniors, signing each other’s yearbooks and hugging each other goodbye. You stood in this exact spot, reading the messages written on your yearbook and crying like a baby, because you genuinely thought you were never going to see your friends again. You thought you were never going to see Shanks again. You remember him jogging over to you when he spotted you a few feet away, and when you realized it, you were already in his warm embrace. That was the first time he hugged you since elementary school, his scent rushed into your nose and you couldn’t care about anything else at that moment, you gripped onto his white shirt and sobbed into his chest. You should’ve told him your feelings back then, and you wonder if he still remembers that day. You laugh a little, thinking back at your stupid behavior. The words came out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You saw Shanks pause for a second, and then his shoulders relaxed, accompanied by his laughter. He says of course he remembers, and you laughed with him.

“But that isn't the reason why I brought you here.” He tells you. You stare at him as he pulls out 2 tickets from his pockets, he’s gripping onto them so hard you can see his fingers turning white, wrinkling the corners of the papers. You gave him a look of confusion before taking the tickets and reading the words on them. It was for a pop star you’ve always wanted to see live. Your eyes widened as you snapped your head back up at him. His hand subconsciously went up to scratch at his nape, “I always see you posting about this… sorry for taking the last spot at the ice cream store, but I was so close to saving enough money.” He explained, the tip of his ears bright red. “I mean, I just wanted to ask you if you’re free to go to this concert with me.” 

You look at him in shock as he continues to talk.

“But maybe not as friends,” He stared into your eyes, “maybe as… lovers?”

[kuriri9]

☆ one day i am gonna grow wings

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