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[midnightbears]

THE VAULT! ➥✎༄

current works

one piece live action

platonic! opla cast x fem!reader

anime

kimetsu no yaiba:

uzui tengen x fem!reader

[midnightbears]

✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

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In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok. 

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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November 10, 2021

y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

⤷ starl6ighwnb, LIKE FR IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE THIS IS INSANE

user8392y3r927y, HELLO YOUR GRACE ANASTASIA

inakigo, Congrats!!!!!!!!

taz_skylar, 🔥🔥🔥

The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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yourusername missing my wig and my gang hours ☹️

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November 10, 2023

morganlogoff, love love love you💗💗💗

curlikaqy, NO ONE KNOWS I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

emilyrudd, GIRL I WANT TO SEE YOU COME BACK TO AMERICA

bookofjacob, missing your camera hours💔

[midnightbears]

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

[midnightbears]

Hello there! This is my first time requesting! Can I please get a Uzui Tengen x reader imagine where reader was supposed to be one of his wives (the first actually) but couldn’t do it because she had to move away and they reunite years later and she’s single. It can be angsty but I want the ending to be fluffy if that’s ok. However you see fit.

chars. involved: u. tengen mainly but the wives make a short appearance at the end :))

warnings: angst but it's okay bc theres a hint of fluff at the end

author's note: hello anon darling!! thank you for requesting and for ur patience! i am livid to write sum good uzui fics <3 also i hope it's not too bad and sorry if it makes no sense this is my first one djfhdsagf

Tengen's eyes were pink with the bizarre fuchsia flare-ups of the late-coming twilight. The color of infantile dreams, of luxurious satin sheets. He had the sincere and transparent eyes of a baby, as well as an aura of tenderness and confidence.

He’s always been like this, brash, undaunted, yet remaining with that spontaneous nature that made him all the more look like a child. His voice had a whimsical ring to it, as if he were the hero of his own comedy. She could just have remained with him indefinitely just to observe him and laugh.

She memorizes it, she memorizes him, with every fiber of her body she overworks her brain to try and paint a still-life portrait of him inside her mind. A facade of royalty and veracity, a face filled with intensity and a vehement wish. A man of promising buoyancy and with a character as fierce as the sun itself.

A face she's never going to see again.

He peered at her with steely eyes that were once her amorous, but now they simply conveyed baseless accusations from an enraged man. Their hue had only a few days before reminded her of the butterflies that frequented the garden, always lingering with dainty fuchsia wings and glittering heads, but suddenly the butterflies had flown away, leaving her lonely. Every feature in his face was rigid, and he expressed extreme skepticism, resentment, and deriding without saying anything. He was now standing between her and the only way out, frowning, fuming, and clutching his fists in a monotonous manner.

"Uzui-san, please understa—"

"I didn’t know your father was making your choices for you." He purposely made his voice sound like a smartass and she scoffed, but she could make out the undertone of a man who was tired of how much her family had influence over the life of the woman he loved.

She sighs. "Uzui, you have to understand, I need to do it for my family."

"I thought I was also part of your family. We were meant to marry."

She doesn’t say anything, and instead, finds herself adverting her gaze, fiddling with the robe of her kimono.

Tengen’s eyes shift, the light seemingly darkening them, his jaw clenches. An emotional rampage is flooding inside of him, the dam is slowly, surely breaking. He wants to cry, from frustration, from disappointment, from grievance. He’s also hating. He hates her family, he hates the circumstances, he hates her position. ( He hates her )

How was it even possible? It had taken years to fall in love with her! It had taken dreams and fantasies, requited ideas, and shared hopes. Tender flowers and aurate words. Falling in love with her was like stepping into Eden’s Garden as the only man in the world, a sanctuary of beautiful nature that was both pristine and bountiful. It was as if two entities were compressed into the finest threads and then burst faster than light. As though she were the center of his universe.

Was he really going to throw it all away for something she couldn’t control?

"Tengen."

He interrupted her. "You can choose."

"Eh?"

"You can choose to stay with me." His eyes remained on her the whole time, as if boring into her soul to stare at it directly, his arms were now crossed, manicured nails digging into his skin to form tiny increscent moves. "Our situations are the same! Since when have you cared about what your family thinks?! Just run away with me!"

His remarks impose a greater weight on her shoulders than the heavy burden of her own incompetence. They perch on her stomach and force her to the planet's depths.

She bit her lip and morosely pondered what to say next. He was right, and she knew it. Even though her family was in a high position among other clans, she knew that she could always choose to not listen to her family. She could choose to love him as much as he loved her.

But she was not like him. Despite their things in common, the high ground they had managed to find during all these years, the secrets that were shared, and quarrels that were suffered together, there was one simple, inane thing which separated Tengen from [Name].

She clicks her tongue, exhaling through her nose right after, a dry chuckle following. "You don't get, not in the slightest. We are not the same."

Tengen can't even believe her words: she's mocking him. She's dismissing his statements with a shake of her head as if his arguments weren't worth the effort. She's stifling her giggles as she contemplates his misfortunes and tells him that he isn't the same as she is.

The man feels himself physically shaking with outrage at her standoffish dismissal. He can’t fucking believe her. It’s almost laughable. And [Name] does nothing else but walk towards him and pass him, not even sparing him a glance.

While her fingers land on the shoji behind her, her eyes burn with something unfathomable, distracted by the room they were in and the man himself standing in the middle as if he was the epitome of all and every good thing in the world. Though she was prepared to exit the room, she still faces her lover(?), her head inclining barely to the side.

"How are you able to say that?" Tengen sneers vehemently. "Our situations are identical; I'm not sure what you mean when you say they're different when they're plainly not." He remained just several meters away from her, staring down at her with the most heartless expression she had ever seen.

"Please bear in mind, Uzui Tengen, that our circumstances are not all the same. You are a man, and I am a woman."

She left the room, but he remained quiet in the center. How out-of-character of him.

The sky was an ocean of phantoms of the color orange. From stardust of cantaloupe painting the atmosphere like an overbearing artist to the lesser shades of coral conjured from the most innocent of martyrs. Everywhere she looked it was as if wraiths had taken it upon themselves to make sure that she came home to a specially pretty afternoon.

[Name] smiled at the tangerine trees. Her dream of coming home to her trees in full bloom coming true and making her inner child happily jump up and down. She approached one that looked robust, sturdy, and put her hand on it.

The tree's fingerprints were high waves that shone golden in the dawn light. It had the ruggedness that came with a father's warty embrace on the contact. She walked the rough surface with her fingertips. Valleys erupted in the trunk, as if ages of rainfall had chiseled them into the tree, molding it into a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. It was a rich brownish in the cold months the tree cozy, and an earthy accent to the spring and summer blooms. Although the glory of the bark was maybe forgotten and neglected in the fall exhibition of opulent golds and oranges tumbling in an ever-changing tapestry, [Name] had always loved it.

“Are you perhaps the caretaker of these tangerine trees?”

A feminine voice, smooth and domineering all at once snapped her out of her thoughts. [Name] turned, and was met by one of the most captivating women she had ever encountered.

Her hair, black and straight, moved as soft prairie grass in the summer wind. It gave contrast to her face, sweetly pale. Big, almond-shaped, purplish giggling eyes were outlined by thin eyelashes and eyebrows, and a delicate beauty mark was positioned beneath her left eye, giving her a pleasant and kind appearance.

She almost forgot to respond. “Uh— I am.”

The woman hummed, stepping up beside her and putting her own hand next to hers. "Well, I must say, they are beautiful, you've done excellent work in taking care of them, I'm sure."

Next thing, she was smiling so kindly at her.

[Name] stared at her, watching as the light of the evening gave her a magnetic glow, like an angel, and she was going to say something when another voice cut through the air. A more childish one, as pure as the driven snow.

"Hinatsuru-san! Where are you??"

Hinatsuru smiled and separated herself from the tree, cupping one of her hands to her mouth. Her giggling purple eyes glinted with newfound bliss. "In here!"

[Name] watched with surprise as two more women appear from behind the trees, one of them, with dark blue eyes and long black hair, breaking into a light sprint to reach them faster while staring into the imposing sky like a little kid, her eyes shining with wonder.

The other woman, with large golden-brown eyes and black hair tied up with golden-brown bangs which hang loosely, walks towards them slowly, also sharing the other woman's admiration for the sky as she looks upwards with a breathless face.

The woman with blue eyes is the first to break the silence. "Ooooh!!!! These trees are sooo pretty! Are you the caretaker?"

She's immediately met with a fist in her head by the blonde. "Of course she is you dolt! Do you see anyone else here?"

Hinatsuru smiles and giggles. "Makio, don't be mean to Suma-chan, we're in front of a new friend."

She wants to respond at that, at the way the three women are looking at her with such kind faces, but an extraordinarily familiar voice, a voice she never hoped to hear again, cuts through the air like a frenzied fire set upon heaven.

"Suma! Makio! Hina! Don't run off where I can't see you!"

[Name] could feel her heart physically stop when her gaze landed on the approaching man. Her eyes started filling themselves with stupid brimming tears, and her hands found each other just to pick at her skin to make sure it wasn't a dream. He hadn't changed at all.

She stares at the three women, looking oh so beautiful, all with grinning faces as they stare at the immense man. With makeup and a dazzling grin, a fiery frame, and a naturally flamboyant nature, he really hadn't changed at all.

Oh.

Once again her sentiments hinged crooked and her innards tautened. [Name] didn't know why, but she was wide-eyed, heart in her mouth, praying for an ounce of kindness, even if she didn't deserve it. She needed a hug, she realized that much, even if it was just words. She needs to be comforted like a child.

That's when she realized what had happened. One of the tangerines fell to the ground at that exact point. Despite her age, she still felt like a child. So she did what any toddler would do when challenged with strong emotions; this is both familiar and upsetting. She lets the agony consume her, and her regretful feelings overwhelm her, causing her to cry.

Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma, due to their lack of comprehension of the situation, obviously get rendered speechless, wondering why this woman has started crying just by looking at their perfect, loving, doting, amorous family that they have created.

That cry had something in it, anguish behind it. Tengen could do nothing but watch. He was gazing into [Name's] eyes. Then he realized what had happened. The rage was nothing more than a pain shield, like a trapped slayer aimlessly slashing his katana, frightened for his life, forlorn, and helpless. He took a deep breath in slowly.

"I—I'm sorry," she laughed sincerely, tears still flowing from her eyes as she tries to get a grip on herself, trying to dry her tears with her hand, "You're all just so beautiful I got overwhelmed for a second."

The three women can do nothing but comfort her, Suma is the first that pulls [Name] in for a hug, wrapping her comfortingly in her embrace, her own tears and cries mixing in the atmosphere and getting lost in the sky with hers as she cannot stand when other people cry. It's cute.

Makio is the second that joins, obviously still shocked by the situation but using an excuse to start her usual banter with Suma to leave the other woman space to breathe. Soon enough, her arm wraps around [Name]'s back while the other rests on her co-wife's head, lightly pulling at her head in their usual bickering.

Hinatsuru joins in the hug with an earnest smile, comforting the crying women as best as she can, and watches with tender eyes the way Tengen is looking at all of them. He's calm on the outside yet he knows on the inside he is emotionally overloaded, yet, one of his smiles reserved for his wives and his first love makes his way into his face.

The sky looks beautiful.

author's note: yeah this was bad i'm sorry