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skippingstonez · 4 months ago

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Proving Reality

(Legend x reader) Warning: basically just Legend having a bad time. Blood, mentions of injuries

Legend leaned back, supported by his hands as his feet dangled lazily over the cliff's edge. The afternoon sun beat down on him while the gentle breeze kissed his skin, bringing the faint aroma of sand and saltwater. The land below the cliff side was a lush forest of trees, broken only by what looked to be a few ruins or perhaps a village of sorts with the ocean sitting below the horizon.

Legend threw his head back, laughing at the outlandish story Hyrule and Wind were reenacting to his right. Some sort of prank they had played on the ranch-hand with enough energy to suggest they had stolen a few of Wild’s candies again. They're arms flailing around, voices bright and carefree before plopping back down into the soft grass in a fit of giggles.

Something pressed into his side, fingers softly splayed on his thigh as a weight rested on his shoulder. He leaned his head on it, instantly recognizing the sound of your laughter like sweet songbirds in the morning. His hand covered yours, fingers stroking over the ring you proudly wore from the moment he had given it to you.

“Hey! There you guys are!” Wild’s voice rang out from behind him. Legend craned his neck, seeing the Champion along with Sky and the Old Man walking up to them.

“We found a cave not too far from here! Y'all wanna come check it out!?”

Hyrule and Wind jumped to their feet enthusiastically. Sprinting past the older two in their haste to follow after Wild in the promise of exploration.

The four of you chuckled, knowing very well that by the end of the day you would have to send Wolfie after them if you didn’t tag along to make sure they didn’t get themselves lost.

“Alright,” You sighed, resigned to your fate of babysitter. “I’ll go make sure they don’t get too far ahead.”

Your hand lifted, cupping Legend’s face to gently turn it towards you. You kissed his lips as though it was something you had done your entire life. Lingering just long enough for Legend’s eyes to slip shut and enjoy the sensation of your soft lips pressed against his. The slight taste of leftover fruit and honey from this morning's breakfast only enhancing the enjoyment until you pulled away. He pouted, grabbing your waist to pull you back for more as you giggled, squirming against his attempts to resume the kiss. You dodged his lips, leaning towards his ear to whisper something about ‘getting lost in the cave’ that had him blushing all the way down to the top of his shoulders.

Another quick peck to his cheek and you got to your feet with a devious smile. A small wink and sly ‘come hither’ motion of your finger before you turned to walk away with Time to go check out the cave.

“You coming Vet?” Sky asked. The Master Sword shining brightly on his back in all her goddess blessed glory. Sky reached over, ruffling his hair that tossed his hat to the ground. “Wouldn’t want to keep your girl waiting, hm?” He teased. Legend swatted his hand away, fixing his green hat till it sat securely back on top of his head.

“Go ahead, I’ll catch up in a sec.” He answered, trying failing to calm his beating heart and racing imagination to your colorful suggestion. Sky nodded, walking off to leave him alone.

Legend looked back beyond the cliff, the water glistening like jewels in the sunlight. He took a deep breath, exhaling in the direction of the wind as it blew past. A genuine smile; One he hadn’t had in perhaps months, appeared on his face as he got to his feet. Ready to join the others and more importantly, follow through on your suggestion.

“Hi Link.”

Something inside him snapped at the sound. Surely he was mistaken. Surely, not even Hylia herself, would be so cruel when things were finally going so well for him. It felt as though he had been doused in ice water at the sound of the voice. Its song-like quality ringing like a broken piano.

He spun, the red hair and flowy blue dress only confirming what he had already known.

“Ma-Marin..?”

She smiled, head tilted to the side with her hands folded behind her back. It felt off, forced, like there was a deep sorrow hidden behind the little crinkle of her eyes. She was the spitting image of Legend’s last memory of her. He might as well be back in Mabe village, listening to her sing moments before he had woken the Wind Fish.

“I missed you Link!” She said cheerfully. “Did you miss me too?”

His mouth felt like it was full of cement. He did miss her. He missed her and Tarin and every other soul he had met on that damn island. He had tried for so long to convince himself it had all been real, that it hadnt all been a figment of some deity’s imagination to torture him. For so long all he wanted was to return there, to see them again and tell them how sorry he was. Yet the words felt warped on his tongue. Leaving a bitter taste as they were swallowed down, refusing to be voiced.

“I-”

“Oh Link,” She sighs, still smiling at him. “Did you really think you could just move on so easily?” She glided towards him, her hands falling to her sides as she stopped inches in front of him.

“What?” Legend whispered, taking a small step back. “What do you mean?”

“You thought you could just leave? Abandon us? Abandon me?” She lifted her hand, tracing a single finger down his arm. Her touch was cold, sending a harsh shiver straight up his spine as her voice took on an almost haunting tone.

“No! I didn't- That's not what-”

Her palm pressed against his chest, her cold touch seeping into his skin that felt like ice spreading through his veins. “You knew exactly what waking the Wind Fish would do. You killed us, Link. You left us to die.”

Tears filled his eyes, the cold freezing him where he stood as it wrapped around his heart. “No…no that's not true! I wouldn't have done it if I thought-”

“But you did.” Her smile was gone, replaced by a deep sadness that twisted into irritation as she looked at him. “And then you tried to forget all about us. You moved on. Found a new home, new friends, a new love.” She spat, shoving him backwards. His ass hit the ground as she quickly climbed on top of him, pinning him down.

“Were we not enough for you Link? Was I not enough? Did you not love me?”

Words at the tip of his tongue vanished as her fingers dug into his shoulders. The ice, so cold it began to sting hot. Of course he had loved her, why else had he wanted to stay for as long as he did? But he had moved on hadn't he? That's what everyone had told him to do! He had fought the idea for years, the guilt of it all too heavy to face. And then he had met the chain. Saw how happy the Old Man was in a life that he had chosen. What Legend had craved for so long. The choice to make his own life. To live how he wanted and love who he wanted to without the fear of it being ripped away from him again.

Marins nails dug into his skin when he didn't answer. “After everything you did you thought you could just bring them all here? Bring her here without having to face any consequences?”

Legend's eyes widened. Shit, the others didn't know. They could be in danger! trying to look past Marin for any sign of the others. Surely they hadn't gone too far already. If he yelled loud enough he might still be able to warn them.

His eyes caught the familiar mountain in the distance. Remains of a cracked egg rotting away at its peak.

No. No no no no No NO! He couldn't be back here. There was no way. Koholint wasn't real! How could he be back to somewhere that never existed! How could he have not noticed? Had he let himself get distracted so easily that he hadn't even realized-

Marin’s hands grabbed his face, forcing him to only look at her.

“Don't worry, Link. Soon it’ll be just you and me. Just like before.” She pulled his face forward, her lips crashing onto his.

It burned.

Everywhere she touched burned his skin as hot as Subrosian lava. His stomach knotted and twisted as if he had drunk something vile while his head pounded inside of his skull.

This was wrong. Everything was wrong!

He shoved her off of him, scrambling backwards till his hand felt the cliff's edge. Marin slowly stood, head tilted with the same forced smile from earlier. The sky rumbled above them, dark storm clouds now blocking out the sun as the wind picked up around them. Legend flinched as the crack of lightning in the distance, his lungs working overtime to keep oxygen flowing.

“There's no need to be afraid. We're all alone now. We can be together again. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Fear spread through his blood. His voice shaking as he tried to remind himself to keep breathing. “The others. Where are they?”

“Oh your little friend?” She loomed over him. Close enough that he could make out the freckles dotting across her nose and cheeks. Each one growing darker and darker till they were crimson, droplets of blood surfacing from each one that slide down her face. A wicked grin plastered to her red lips.

“We did the honor of showing them around.” She giggled, a hand soaked in blood coming up to her mouth.

Legend's stomach churned, jumping to his feet as he reached for his sword. His hand only grasping at air as he realized his things were nowhere to be seen.

“What did you do?” He whispered, horrified at the manic look in her eyes. “What did you do to them!?”

Marin only laughed.

Legend shoved past her. His feet carrying him down the path towards where he knew the village was. His heart pounded in his chest, lungs needy for air as he ran as fast as his boots allowed. The closer he got the more withered and decayed everything around him became.

Thunder boomed above him, lightning flashing in the peripherals of his vision that made him jump, tripping over himself as he slammed into the ground. Light struck the ground beside him as he quickly rolled out of the way. His chest was too tight, lungs nearly on fire as he panted for breath. He could already feel the waves tossing him around, caught up in its relentless current. A sharp pain up his arm as he gripped tighter to the rope-

Not now! He scolded himself, getting off the ground to continue running. The others need you! (Y/n) needs you!”

Just ahead was the small shop, its red roof like a welcome sign as he ran past. He could see the familiar weather vane, getting closer and closer as he ran.

The smell hit him first.

Scattered upon the stone path of the small village square, now soaked in blood, were the bodies of the other heroes.

The only way to describe the scene before him was a massacre.

Limbs, those still enact, were entangled or bent at odd angles. Hands, still clasped around swords or other weapons laid limp on the ground. Chests no longer rose, eyes staring lifelessly at him as blood still leaked from wounds both minor and fatal.

Legend keeled over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the grass. He tried breathing through his mouth to avoid the overwhelming smell of death that invaded his nose. Panting between the waves of nausea that crashed over him at the sight of each slaughtered hero.

Sky and Wars were the worst. The former only recognizable by the white cloth and Master Sword that now laid as lifeless as its wielder.

He couldn't bring himself to look at Wind without vomiting again.

A tuft of brown hair peeked out from behind the metal bird and Legend let out a strangled cry as he rushed to it. Hyrule was slumped up against the stone pillar, still gasping for air despite the long red gash slashed across his throat. His arm, abruptly stopping at his wrist, laid across his stomach at an odd angle. His other laid limp by his side, broken fingers still trying to hold onto the ornate silver sword

“Rulie..no no no look at me” Legend knelt down, grabbing the others face, trying to keep it up as tears poured down his face.

“V..vet..” Hyrule choked out.

“Everythings gonna be fine! Theres…fuck, theres a uh, a fairy fountain nearby-”

“..c-can’t…” Blood filled his mouth, dribbling from his lips towards his chin. The droplets now staining Legends hands as he held on to him. Willing him to stay awake. To take one more breath. To stay with him.

“No! No, you can't die!” He shouted, choking on his own tears as he desperately tried to find anything that could save the boy in front of him. Hyrule’s head went slack in his grip. The sound of his gasps stilled, leaving Legend in a heavy silence.

Legend slumped down, arms falling at his sides like a ragdoll as he stared unbelievingly at his now dead successor.

A cold caress, crossed over his shoulders. Marin’s form appearing behind him as she draped herself across his back.

“Don't worry, the pain fades away soon enough right? That's what you told yourself isn’t it? After you abandoned us, just like how you abandoned them?”

“Shut up!” Legend screamed, burying his face in his hands. His tears mixing with the remains of Hyrule's blood still on his fingers as he wept. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a soft embrace that sent his skin crawling.

“But you haven't even seen the best part!” She whined in his ear, releasing her hold as he spun to face her. She giggled, floating a few paces away from him. “Afterall, I saved the best for last!”

She disappeared, her laughter echoing around him as he tried to comprehend what she was insinuating. He forced himself to look back at his lifeless companions. Each of their faces leaving their mark deep into his mind that he knew would join the mile long list of fuel for his nightmares. Eight more faces that would now only be remembered in his memories.

Wait.

He did a retake, counting each body that laid before him. Eight. Eight faces. Eight bodies.

Where was the ninth?

He scrambled to his feet, snatching Hyrule’s sword as he frantically ran westward. He sprinted through the village, wisps of its old occupants stared at him as he sped by. Their faces sunken and hollow. Legend pushed the images from his mind, focused only on reaching his destination.

If he was right, then he knew exactly where you would be. If he was fast enough, there was a chance he could reach you in time. Save you from the same fate.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly as he jumped down the small ledge. His feet sinking into the soft sand as he landed on the shores he had washed up on so many years ago. He was so close. Just a few more turns, a few more paces, a few more breaths till he would reach you.

“Please…” he prayed to whatever deity or goddess would listen to him. “Please let her be alive. Please-”

He rounded the last corner, coming to a screeching halt that nearly knocked him off his feet.

“.....no.”

The sword slipped from his grip, disappearing into the sand as he took a few shaky steps forward. He stood there for what felt like an eternity. Bile filling his system, burning at the walls of his throat.

He sank to his knees, unable to even scream.

Your mangled body was partially buried into the once white sand. The water's waves, now red and sticky, washed over your body with every push and pull of its current that lapped at his knees. A sword, his sword, jutted out from your chest like a pedestal. Its golden blade dull and cracked the closer it got to your skin. A small ring dangled from the hilt.

“why…” he whispered as Marin knelt down beside him. Her hand coming up to cup his face with that fake smile.

“Because this is what you deserve, Link.” She whispered, “After everything you've done, all the people you've hurt and failed to protect. You deserve to be alone.”

She vanished, leaving her words to echo around him as he sat, alone, on the beach.

Once again, he has failed to protect those he cares about. And once again Legend was left, utterly alone.

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Legend quickly sat up, hands flying to cover his mouth to keep himself from shouting. His breathing heavy and labored as he worked through the nausea settled deep in his stomach that creeped up his throat.

Even as he forced his eyes to stay open, the bloody images of his companions flooded his vision. He grabbed at his chest, willing himself to keep breathing, to try and slow down his racing pulse. Violet eyes bouncing across the room, falling on the 4 others scattered about that were sound asleep. He studied each of them. The way their chests rose and fell, the sound of their breathing and even their faces; calm, peaceful and notably not covered in blood.

It did little to reassure him though.

He knew what, or rather who, he was really searching for as he continued his futile search. Logically, he knew exactly where you were, or at least where you should be, but his mind wasn't being logical right now. Right now he was still back on Koholint’s ruined shores with blood on his hands that wasn't his.

He curled into himself, his gut insisting he needs to go and check on you. See for himself that it wasn't real, that you are in fact alive, and unharmed. He pushed it away though, roughly rubbing at his eyes that were wet with tears. Of course this had to happen tonight. One of the few nights they were stopped at an inn, split between two different rooms because apparently there were ‘too many of them’ and ‘not enough space’ for them to cram into one. So Time split them into 2 groups, and Legend had regretfully not argued for once when you had been placed in the room that wasn't his.

Legend eyed the door.

No. He wasn't gonna let himself go running to the other room because of a stupid nightmare. He dealt with these all the time and this one wouldn't be any different. He didn't need comforting like a toddler running to their parents after a bad dream. Besides, even if he was extra quiet and only popped in for a second, he wasn’t gonna run the risk of waking the others over his dumb feelings. That damn Captain would never let him live it down and heaven forbid Time woke up and made him actually talk about it.

Using his sleeve, he wiped his eyes, lowering himself back down onto the mattress to try and get some rest. He blindly searched for the blanket, realizing that Wind at some point had taken the majority of it by wrapping himself like a burrito. He tried to not let it bother him. Even as a coldness spread through him, just like it had when Marin touched him, that made him shudder. A stark contrast to how warm you had been pressed into his side, lips on his before you had been so brutally left to bleed out-

Legend was on his feet and out the door before he could even finish his thought. The hallway light burned his eyes, blinding him momentarily until he could adjust to the sudden brightness. He shuffled his way past a few other rooms, arms wrapped tightly around his torso until he stood in front of the door Time said they would be in. Gripping its handle tightly, the hero of Legend hesitates for a moment, trying to convince himself to just drop this nonsense and go back to his room. He didn’t, instead pulling the door open just enough to slip inside before shutting it quietly behind him.

He stayed still for a moment, waiting to see if anyone had woken up to his sudden entrance. No one stirred or made any indication that they were now awake and Legend was both relieved and further worried at that fact. He scanned the room, making out Four’s small frame on the couch while 4 bodies split between the two large beds. On the bed furthest from his spot by the door he could see Hyrule, curled up on his side with an arm dangling over the edge.

Legend scurries over, assessing him for any sign of discomfort as he hovers over him. Phantom blood drips down his hands as he reaches out, finger tips hovering just above Hyrule's wrist to try and feel a pulse. The problem was that Hyrule was an extremely light sleeper, even more so than he was. The fact he was even still asleep was astounding and waking him would only cause more issues. He would get all concerned, try to get him to talk about why he was even here and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to forget all about the deep wounds and harsh words, not talk about it. That's why he was even in this stupid room! To prove that this wasn't just another dream so he could put his stupid worries aside and go back to bed damn it!

Hyrule shifted around and Legend snatched his hand away, holding his breath as he waited for the brunette to ask what he was doing. Hyrule remained silent, sighing as his head rested further into the pillow. Legend stepped back, forcing out the air currently pent up in his lungs. A shaky hand ran through his hair, tugging on the strands to try and ground himself.

Another soft sound and his eyes snap to the other form laying still on the far side of the bed. You're laid on your stomach, hugging a pillow tightly with your face nuzzled deep into the soft material.

Seeing you should have been a comfort, but as he tiptoes his way to your side his chest aches and it's once again hard to breathe. He crouches down, studying the rise and fall of your chest in rhythm with the soft sounds of your breathing and tries to match it, failing spectacularly as tears flood his eyes.

The urge to reach out returns and he tries to push it away. Simply knowing you were breathing should be enough but it feels like just another cruel trick. He needs to feel the warmth of your skin and the steady pulse of your heart underneath. His shaking hand raises, hovering just above yours before he harshly pulls it back.

You weren't nearly as light of a sleeper as Hyrule was, so why did this feel so much harder? It was just to check, a simple touch of your arm to prove to himself this was real, that you were here. It's not like he was going to wrap his arms around you, scoop you up and pull you close to him. He wouldn't even use his whole hand, just a finger or two on your wrist to check your pulse so he could leave and go back to his room where Wind had likely taken claim to the whole bed at this point.

But even as he knelt by you, hands now fisting the edge of the blanket you were tucked under he couldn't bring himself to touch you. So he sharply turns away, sitting down on the floor with his head in his hands.

By the Three why was this so difficult!

It's not like he has never touched you before. He grabbed your arm or patted you on the shoulder all the time! On the rare occasion, when no one was looking, he would even let you lean into his side or offer you a hug. Something you gave him freely and without question in return.

And then there had been the kiss. The one kiss he had ever actually had with you that consumed all of his thoughts, wondering if it could one day evolve into the ones he had currently only dreamt about.

But maybe that was the problem.

Maybe Marin has been right and it was better this way. The more he kept his distance the less pain it would be in the future. Eventually everyone would leave, including you and he'd have to work through it on his own like he always does.

Marin’s cruel words and mocking laugh rang in his head, playing over and over as tears leaked from his eyes.

“Vet?”

Legend poked his head up from where it was currently held between his knees. Seeing you crouched down on the floor in front of him with a look of concern. He quickly hid his face in his knees, embarrassed at having been caught and for likely being the reason you were now up and awake.

Soft hands gently grabbed onto his wrists, trying to pull them away from where they were glued into his hair.

“Link, look at me.”

He pokes his head up again, watching as you scoot a bit closer. Attention focused solely on him with a level of concern he was usually only given after getting hurt in battle.

“Nightmare?” He nods his head slowly in response, scowling in an attempt to maintain some of his unbothered image. Though he doubts it does him any good considering he is crying on the floor by your bedside.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Instead of snapping out a harsh ‘no’ he just shakes his head.

You smiled at him. That damn smile that so easily has carved out a permanent place in his mind.

Getting back to your feet, you lay back on the bed, scooting to the middle right beside Hyrule and open your arms out to him. Your fingers wiggling slightly to only further show your intentions.

“Come here.”

He hesitates, eyeing you skeptically as you wait patiently for him to join you on the bed. Even in the darkness he can see you roll her eyes when he doesn't move from his spot on the floor.

“Just do it, otherwise I'm waking up the Traveler.”

Legend narrows his eyes, trying to call your bluff. “You wouldn't dare.” He puffs out, voice scratchy and low from the tightness in his throat.

You shrug, immediately turning to reach over to where Hyrule was sleeping and Legend quickly snatched your wrist to get you to stop. You chuckle, opening your arms again to him and this time Legend complies.

He only sits on the edge of the mattress at first, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as you adjust to make a bit more room for him. He slowly lets his body sink down into the mattress beside you. His head barely touching the pillow when your arms wrap around him, pulling him in by the shoulders so that his head instead lands on your chest. He stiffens at the contact, unsure of what he should be doing as you toss the blanket over the both of you and get comfortable.

Fear and panic melts away as his mind hones in on the warmth of your skin and steady rhythm of your heart beneath his ear like a lifeline. Muscles relaxing against you as a hand cards through his hair that soothes away the aches from the harsh pulling on it earlier.

Slipping further down into the blanket he wraps his arms around your midsection, burying his face into your chest as he leans further into your welcoming touch. The soothing feeling of your hand in his hair almost distracted him from the small vibrations as you started humming softly.

Legend couldn't recall hearing you sing before. The most he had ever overheard from you was when you would hum to yourself during your watch shifts when you thought no one was listening. It was always soft and left him craving more as he listened to the sweet melodies resonating from you.

Legend closed his eyes, listening to the simple song he vaguely recognized from some of the others. It's tune lulling him deeper into a calmer state of mind that blurs the once sharp and pained corners of his mind.

He shamelessly pulls you closer, sighing contently as he feels the pull of sleep start to drag him back under. He fights in for only a second, wanting to hear your voice for just a few more minutes. Something soft and warm touched his forehead, barely even there before sleep consumes him completely.

#link x reader #lu legend #legend x reader #lu legend x reader #if this doesnt cure my nightmares I dont know what will #skippy.writes #evil marin #should I write that cave scene??

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clare-875 · 7 months ago

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Love love love the New Names prompt! I loved Ace’s and Sabo’s!! Poor poor Ace.

I was wondering if you could do another part with: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, and Penguin 👀👀👀

Have a lovely day/night! ✨🫶🏽

New Names pt.3 (Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin)

_____ Pairings: Corazon x Reader; Killer x Reader; Mihawk x Reader; Penguin x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so glad you like the fics! This is my first time writing for these characters so I hope you enjoy! 💗 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 4: Kid, Katakuri, Smoker] _____

Corazon

(A/N: Spoilers for Law's backstory)

A young Law looks to you from behind where he hid, unusual eagerness buried in his gaze. You and him had come up with a little prank to play on your boyfriend and despite being in the middle of a crisis, you would do anything to see Law's smile. When Corazon had left with Law to find a cure for his Amber Lead disease, you (being an undercover Marine yourself) had joined him. With time came the undeniable connection that was formed between the three of you.

You adored both of them with all your heart.

You were currently trying to hide the grin on your face as you looked up, anticipation thrumming as you watched your boyfriend finally approach from a distance. His painted face seemed to light up at the sight of you, and he moved faster to get to your side.

"Hello, love." His smile is wide as he approaches, but you watch as it fades to confusion in the absence of the boy usually by your side.

"Where's Law?"

You smile at his concern, but you continue with your little game.

"Don't worry buddy, he's just resting for now."

You expected a lot of things for his reaction, but what you didn't expect was the series of events that followed. One minute his face had been full of his usual adoration of you, the next came one of shock at your words, and the next moment his face was buried into the ground.

He had fallen.

You quickly approach in concern, rolling your boyfriend over so he is on his back. You kneel by him and look down at his face.

"Buddy, are you okay?"

You are surprised, however, that when you look down at your boyfriend's face, his eyes are clouded more with sadness than pain. There is a pout that lingers on his face.

"Love, why are you calling me that?"

You furrow your brows in mock confusion.

"What are you talking about, bud?"

Your boyfriend sits up quickly at your words, expression twisted in disarray.

"You-you're calling me buddy, but I'm- we're dating now. So, you should be calling me love."

He states it all so plainly to you, that you stare for a moment before losing yourself to your light laughter. This only causes the crease between your boyfriend's brows to deepen.

"Love?"

In that instant, you hear the rushing of footsteps, before Law jumps onto your boyfriend's back suddenly. He is smiling wide as he meets your gaze and amusement glistens in his eyes. Corazon yelps at the sudden weight on him.

"Surprise, you got pranked!"

Law grins in his mischief before running over to you and hiding behind your leg. Your boyfriend looks up in complete bewilderment as his eyes turn from you to Law, and back to you again. But then he spots the smile on Law's face and loses himself in a light-hearted chuckle; he tries to hold back his tears.

"...Not bad kid."

There is a pause before Corazon ruffles Law's head slightly and stands up to his feet. You smile softly at the interaction. You can see Law trying to play off the light blush on his cheeks at the gesture.

"Now you, love," your boyfriend says turning to you and taking your hand in his.

"I was expecting better."

You roll your eyes at his words but your smile does nothing to waver, and the three of you make your way back to camp.

That is until your boyfriend falls to the ground once more.

Killer

You fight the smile that wants to reach your face as you watch your boyfriend a small distance away talking to some members of crew. An idea had swarmed your mind and you were keen to see it take place. "What are you smirking about?" You hear the low growl of your Captain on your left as he looks at your expression with suspicion. A grin tugs wide at his words.

"Nothing you need to worry about Captain."

Kid grits his teeth as he seethes and walks away from your amused expression, but you pay him no mind; your attention is back on your boyfriend as he seems to conclude whatever conversation had taken place. You watch as his masked figure turns and spots you. You quickly put back on a neutral facade as Killer finally makes his way over, suspense bubbling within you.

"Hello, love."

His words to a stranger would sound surprisingly gentle, especially for a man named Killer. However, his kind nature is a given to you, and so you smile softly at your boyfriend, before giving way to your plan.

"Hey man, what were you up to?"

You watch as your boyfriend freezes momentarily. You grin discreetly, as you try to play nonchalant. Instantly, Killer's mind goes to concern.

"Okay love, what's wrong?"

His broad figure looms over where you are sitting and you don't have to remove his mask to know that his eyes are searching yours for answers. You keep up the act as you look at him in mock confusion.

"Nothing's wrong man, I've just been waiting for you."

He freezes again at your choice of words, and before he knows it his hand is under your chin.

"Princess, why do I feel like you're messing with me."

You feel warmth rise to your cheeks at his low words spoken softly to you. You try muttering an excuse, but it is for naught as Killer seems to put the dots together, and he has pulled you to your feet in an instant. You gasp as he swiftly drags you in the direction of your shared chambers, Kid still looking at the both of you in utter bewilderment.

"I'll show you who you're calling man, princess."

Mihawk

(A/N: Slightly suggestive at the end)

Your boyfriend is lounging on his chair, paging through the most recent newspaper copy that had been delivered. Your lips twitch upwards at the sight and you push open the door wider so you can get through. In your hands are two cups of steaming tea. Your boyfriend instantly perks up at your presence; he has sensed you lingering for some time now.

His sharp eyes soften slightly as he watches you get closer. "Hello love." You smile as you place his cup in front of him and put yours next to it. You would be lying to say you hadn't missed him. He had been so busy recently with whatever duties come with being the world's strongest swordsman and a warlord of the sea. But despite your sentiments, you wanted to go through with the little game you had formed in your head.

"Hi pal, anything interesting happened lately?"

You peer over his shoulder trying to look at the newspaper in his hands like nothing is wrong. But you would be stupid to think that your boyfriend did not notice the change in the name you usually called him.

"Love, what are you doing?"

Mihawk's eyes are sharp once more, buried perplexity masked in irritation. You simply play dumb and give him a look of confusion.

"Looking at the newspaper?"

At your words, your boyfriend places the paper in his hands on the table in front of him. One hand grabs yours as you look in bewilderment at his sudden movements.

"You called me pal."

His words are low as they are menacing and you hesitate, unable to meet his golden eyes.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about."

Your boyfriend has none of it though, as he pulls you closer to him so you're basically straddling him on his chair.

"You seem to have forgotten something. Something I thought I taught you not to forget."

You freeze as you try to hide your flustered face at the sudden proximity and the rumbling of his words.

"And that is?"

He pauses, before placing a hand on your face and inching closer to you.

"I am your partner, not some pal."

His breath is hot against your lips before he closes the space between you. You feel yourself flush and warmth fills you. His hands frame your face and you pull him impossibly closer. When you part, there is a shine in the gold of his irises that signifies whatever this is wasn't over.

You grin.

If this is what you get for calling him pal, maybe you should call him that more often.

Penguin

You and Shachi smirk at each other as a plan forms between you. "And then we watch him cry and piss his pants." Your smile widens as a laugh escapes you at the absurdity of his words. "You've lost your mind. He might not even react." You watch as your best friend rolls his eyes, more disbelieving of your words than you were of his. "Of course, he'll react, you're like the love of his life!" You fight the flush that wants to reach your face at his nonchalant words and shove him light heartedly. "Shut up!" He grins when he sees your flustered expression.

You had been close with Shachi and Penguin the instant you joined the Heart Pirates. You truly valued your friendship with Shachi and adored your boyfriend more than anything in the world. Your light-hearted banter continues for only a few moments until you spot your boyfriend making his way towards you. "Okay, actually shut up now. It's time!" You quickly shush Shachi and get up, as he gives you a lazy thumbs-up. Your boyfriend's expression instantly enlightens as you approach.

"Hey babe, I was looking all over for you." You can see his wide smile underneath his hat. When he approaches his expression doesn't fade. "I missed you." You hesitate only for a second before conceding to your plan.

"Missed you too dude, where were you?"

You answer him casually and like nothing was out of the norm. But to your boyfriend, he felt like the Earth had just stood still. You tilt your head, at your boyfriend's frozen expression, slowly waving your hand in front of him in concern.

"Um, dude?"

Unbeknownst to you, Penguin's mind is ablaze with flashbacks to a time well before you started dating, when you would call him friendly terms. He thought he would be stuck in the friendship zone for eternity, but when he confessed you had shocked him when you had returned his feelings too. He adored the pet names you called him in your relationship, but now with your words, it felt like he was back in hell.

"Dude are you-"

"Stop!"

His hands are flain out to you as he tries to stop the name from slipping past your lips again. You raise an eyebrow in false confusion. Shachi is now laughing his head off looking at what's taking place.

"Oi Shachi! This isn't a time for laughter! She's calling me dude again!"

You roll your eyes at the over-exaggeration of your boyfriend's words and actions, but it is Shachi and not you who accidentally lets slip of the prank you had played.

"Yeah, idiot. It's obviously a joke, can't you tell?"

"Shachi-!"

"Wait, it's a joke?"

You sigh as your boyfriend turns back to you with a more vulnerable expression on his face than you were expecting. "Yeah, I'm sorry babe." You reach out and grab his hand, as you watch him relax at the name you call him once more. "It was just a bit of fun?" He sighs deeply in a mixture of relief and exasperation. "Thank god, I thought you forgot we were dating or something." Your lips upturn more at the teasing grin on his face.

"Like I could forget that."

You step closer to him, and you see a familiar flush reach your boyfriend's face. His heart thrums in anticipation at your sudden proximity. "Yeah?" He murmurs to you, and you inch closer, almost closing the space between you two when-

"Okay! Enough of the mushiness! Not when I'm here!"

You hear Shachi's voice break the trance between you both, and you instantly see your boyfriend's face darken. He turns swiftly from your side.

"Hey, we were having a moment moron!"

Penguin makes his way from you to Shachi, a multitude of curses leaving his lips.

"Too bad!"

"Get back here idiot!"

You smile softly despite yourself. They were a handful, but there was never a quiet moment with the two of them; you couldn't give them up for anything in the world.

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discordantwritings · 1 year ago

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Creative Cures (Mihawk x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, sex pollen trope (but it’s a devil fruit power), the inherent dubcon of sex pollen but the con is as con as it can get under the circumstances, intercrural sex, PiV sex, creampie, mild cumplay, semi public sex

WC: 3.3k

Summary: As a relatively high ranking Marine doctor you were in charge of Dracule Mihawk’s post mission check ups. Normally you don’t have to do anything- until he shows up sick.

The only solution both you and him can agree on is a little… unconventional

Notes: I (lovingly) blame @fanaticsnail for this. All of her lovely sex pollen fics pushed me over the edge to write this one so go check hers out. Go.

Tagging: @keiva1000

Most Marines didn’t like it when Mihawk had to come check in and give his after mission report in person. But you barely considered yourself a Marine anyways, always thinking of yourself as a doctor first before anything. A doctor who just so happened to be in charge of doing all of Mihawk’s post mission check ups.

Of course it took him a while to actually agree to do any sort of post mission work, but despite his generally sour attitude inside the Marines base he was never mean to you. Dismissive? Sure. Non-compliant with any medical advice you’d give? Yes. But that’s what you dealt with on a day to day basis. He was one of the few people you could have intelligent conversation with- he would listen to you and you would cherish the snippets of traveling stories you would get out of him.

Your check ups were never more than a handful of minutes, you had never seen him get more than a scratch, but he always let you run down your required checklist. Despite this you always cleared out half your day, just in case. So today, a day he was set to check in at your base, you sat patiently in your office until he was done talking with your superiors.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Until, finally, there was a frantic knock on your door before a frazzled looking cadet burst in. You immediately stand up and get serious- mass injuries were unfortunately commonplace for you to deal with and he had the scared look of someone who just saw a ship roll in half destroyed.

“Doctor-“

“How bad.”

“It’s Mihawk.”

That caught you entirely off guard and your stomach drops. “How bad?”

“We don’t know. He was giving his report and then he looked flushed and that’s when he ran out. Apparently he’s locked himself in some spare office and won’t come out.” He explains and you slowly get more and more concerned.

You quickly grab your bag and sling in over your shoulder, practically pushing the cadet out the door with you as you order him to show you where Mihawk is. It’s a quick jog down hallways and stairs but eventually you get to a door with two cadets on either side. One of your captains is leaning on the wall across from the door looking exasperated.

“The only thing he’s telling us is to leave him alone.” The captain explains, gesturing to the door.

You sigh and walk up to the door, rapping on it with your knuckles. “Mihawk, you’ve got everyone worried out here.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Mihawk’s voice, muffled from behind the steel door. “Doctor?”

“Everyone said you looked sick.” You explain.

There’s a long pause and you’re about to speak again before you hear his voice. “You all need to get out of here.”

You see the captain throw up his hands in your peripheral and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Turning your attention back to your fellow Marines you gesture down the hallway.

“Give me a few minutes alone with him.” You don’t need to tell them twice, and they eagerly take the relief.

You wait a few beats for them to clear out and then turn your attention back to the door. “Alright, it’s just us.”

“I thought I made it clear that all of you needed to leave me alone.” You can tell he’s close to the door, which you take as somewhat of a good sign.

“Look, if it’s something contagious I just need to know. If it’s something embarrassing I’m a doctor and I take confidentiality incredibly seriously.” There’s silence and you lean on the door. “Just let me help you.”

You hear him moving behind the door and then the heavy sound of the lock turning. You give him a few seconds before you enter, closing the door after yourself immediately.

All the lights are off, only the small amount of light through the high circular windows illuminating the space. It takes you a second to locate Mihawk but eventually you find him, shoulders hunched as he leans on an abandoned desk. It’s jarring to see his normally perfect posture gone and even in the low light you can see the intense flush over his face and exposed chest. You don’t need a thermometer to see that his temperature is dangerously high.

“What happened?” You don’t approach him, hoping the space gives him some comfort.

“It was-“ He breaks off as he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Some Devil Fruit user. Don’t know what the power was but I inhaled some smoke and then-“

He trails off and you know you’re probably in a bit over your head. Devil Fruit powers could be quite literally anything. You shove all that down though and hope your nervousness doesn’t show. “What are your symptoms?”

Mihawk shakes his head. “This was a mistake I shouldn’t have let you in you need to-“

“Mihawk I need you to tell me.” You’re unsure where this confidence is coming from, there’s not a world in which you would ever be in a position to tell a warlord what to do. But to your surprise, it works.

“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.” He practically growls.

“You have my word.”

“Fine.” You see him shift and it looks like he’s uncomfortable in his own skin. “I have a fever, I am experiencing some mental fog, and my senses seem to be heightened.”

It’s your years as a doctor that let you immediately know he’s holding something back. “And?”

His gaze darts up and he glares at you making your blood run ice cold. If looks could kill you would be a pile of viscera on the floor. Despite this, he does give you and answer.

“I am in an… unnatural state of arousal.”

Oh.

That would certainly explain a few things.

You let your doctor brain take over as you set your bag on the ground, opening it and looking through what you have. Medication wouldn’t help since the cause was a Devil Fruit power but…

“Okay. I have a few ideas.” You reach into your bag and pull out an ice pack, throwing it over to Mihawk who easily catches it and presses it to his forehead. “The first is what you are doing, which is isolate until the effect stops. I’m not sure this is the best idea since you seem to be incredibly uncomfortable.”

“What else.”

“I could sedate you and hopefully have it flushed out of your system by the time you wake up.” You offer, showing him the vial of clear liquid.

“Absolutely not. I refuse to be further incapacitated around you Marines.” He spits out the last word and you would be offended if you actually considered yourself a Marine.

“Alright. Those are my… sensible ideas.”

“Which implies there are insensible ones. Spit it out.”

You can’t blame him for being short but it didn’t make your next concepts any easier to say. “I could find you someone to… ride it out with.”

That idea hangs in the air and you watch Mihawk screw his eyes shut, clearly struggling. “I don’t- it’s insufferable enough to be vulnerable on a Marine base but you want to bring in some stranger-“

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

A thought pops into your head as you scramble for more ideas as Mihawk’s composure slowly keeps slipping. It’s a stupid thought, one a doctor like you shouldn’t have even had. But in the moment, pressed for ideas, it tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think properly about it.

“I would help you.”

You realize what you’ve said a moment too late and wish that somehow the floor would swallow you whole. It’s not like you don’t want to- it’s clear that your stupid monkey brain has always held on an attraction to the incredibly handsome warlord- but offering yourself up like this?

Beyond wildly inappropriate.

“Don’t say things like that.” Mihawk says as he backs up a few steps and shame hits you like a brick wall.

“I’m so sorry- it was- you shouldn’t be with anyone when you’re compromised like this I’ll just-“ You fumble over your words and quickly turn to unlock the door and get out of there.

Before your hand can even reach the handle an arm comes out from behind you and slams on the door. Suddenly you feel the intense heat of Mihawk’s body behind you, heavy breath fanning over the back of your neck. He doesn’t press into your body but instead hovers and your mind can’t quite keep up with the sudden change in events.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.” His voice is low and dripping with lust.

Your gaze is locked forward as you try to control your breathing. “I meant it.”

“Last chance.”

The professional part of your brain gets smashed to smithereens as he presses his body against yours. “If you’re sure you want this then-“

The air is knocked out of your lungs as he steps forward, pushing you harshly into the door. One hand knots in your hair while the other snakes around your waist and pulls you in impossibly closer. The grip on your hair forces your head to the side, giving Mihawk the space to attack your neck, teeth digging into your skin immediately. As he does so he grinds his hips up and you can feel just how painfully hard he is against your ass.

The hand on your waist pulls at your uniform pants and you quickly get the idea, using your free hands to shove them down. You’re only able to get them just over your ass with how your legs are pressed apart by Mihawk’s but that seems to be enough for him. His hands leave you for a second and you hear the clatter of his belt before both hands tightly grip your hips.

You feel his cock slide between your folds, not entering you but instead sliding between your lips. His shaft is almost scorching hot as it slides against your clit, slick dripping from you and easing his shallow and fast thrusts.

“I just- fuck I just have to take the edge of your so-“ The grip on your hips is bruising as he holds you still to use you.

“It’s alright just-“ You can practically feel every vein against your sensitive clit and you bring one of your hands up and back to dig into his hair.

The scratch of your nails in his scalp is all Mihawk needs to tip over the edge, grunting as he spills onto the door and your thighs. You feel his heavy breath on your neck as he collects himself but the hardness against you doesn’t fade. You hear frustration in a low growl against your back but despite this he places kisses over the deep bite marks he created on your neck.

Slowly Mihawk pries his body away from yours and you take the opportunity to quickly toe off your shoes and slip your pants all the way off. When you turn around you see Mihawk watching you from a large chair, slowly pumping his cock, soaking from you slick.

“Get the rest of that god awful uniform off doctor.” You quickly discard your jacket and pull your shirt over your head, earning an appreciative hum from Mihawk. “What a pity you have to hide all that.”

You flush under his compliment and piercing gold gaze. With his free hand he beckons you over and you obey without hesitation. The second you’re close enough he pulls you into his lap, your thighs pushed apart by his spread ones. Your hands grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself as his hands find your hips once more.

“Normally I would work you open darling but-“ He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply before one incredibly strong hand pushes you down while the other lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him as his tip presses into you, stretching you out. You curse as he pushes into you a bit faster than you can adjust, but probably significantly slower than he wants to fuck into you. The sting feels good mixed with the way Mihawk curses and praises you under his breath, words barely understandable as his fingers bruise your waist.

“Just like that- so fucking tight-“ He mouths at your collarbone as you sink down and your head falls back as he splits you open.

Soon enough your hips meet his and you moan and dig your nails into Mihawk’s shoulders. He can’t help but shallowly thrust up into you, hot breath fanning over your skin as his instincts seem to overwhelm him. Once you feel ready you work to move your hips in time with his, pulling yourself up and down further on his length.

“That’s it- you’ve been waiting for an excuse to fuck yourself on my cock huh? Proper little doctor- I’ve seen how you- fuck- how you look at me.” You flush with embarrassment and look down to see his golden eyes blown out by darkness.

Maybe you should have some shame, knowing you were seen through so easily, but when he looks up at you like that you can’t think of anything else. You quickly press your lips to his and he seems caught off guard for a second- only to quickly overtake the kiss. One strong hand grips the back of your neck and holds you in place as his tongue slips between your lips. You stay like this until your lungs scream at you and you push yourself back and gasp for air.

You’re about to lean in for another kiss when you notice Mihawk’s gaze quickly dart to the door. You’re confused for a second but soon a loud knocking bounces off the steel door.

“Doctor- status report?” One of the cadets yells through the door and you swear under your breath.

You stop your movements, hoping to catch your breath and sound somewhat put together but Mihawk has other ideas. The second you falter he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down effortlessly and when you glare at him he only grins up at you.

Seems he still has the mental capacity to be an ass.

“We are-“ You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to stop a moan after a skillfully directed thrust. “We are quarantining until some of my tests are- are done processing.”

There’s a pause before the cadet responds. “Okay… are you alright? You’re not sick are you?”

When one of Mihawk’s hands leave your hips you know something is up and you’re able to bite down on your hand in time to stifle the moan that leaves your body when his skilled fingers find your clit. You’re so close to an orgasm but you fight it back just long enough to get this stupid cadet out of here.

“Quarantine this hallway until my further say- that’s an order!” You yell out and you hope and pray the cadet doesn’t hear the pleasure in your voice.

“Y-Yes!” The voice shouts back and you hope he’s running down the hall because you can’t take this anymore.

“What would your fellow Marines think?” Mihawk’s voice, cruel and playful, rings in your ears. “They’re precious doctor getting fucked stupid by a pirate- fuck you like that don’t you?”

You can only nod, overwhelmed by hick cock and fingers skillfully taking you apart.

“You’re squeezing me so tight- just- need you to cum all over my cock- you can do that can’t you? Cum for me-“ There’s a hint of desperation in his voice and his command breaks any last tethers you were using to hold off your orgasm snap.

Mihawk swears loudly as your walls convulse around him and it’s only seconds later he’s holding your hips down hard against his and spilling inside you. You lay your forehead on Mihawk’s shoulder as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Even after you catch your breath he’s still hard inside you and you know you’re not done yet.

“I just want to see- hold on.” Is the only warning you get before Mihawk is standing up.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips but his strong hands on your ass are more than enough to keep you up. He moves a few feet to the desk, setting you down on it and tapping your thigh once you’re settled. You get the idea and unlatch your legs, letting him slip out and away from you.

“Let me see.” Mihawk says as he pushes your knees apart, eyes transfixed between them. “Fuck.”

He watches as his cum leaks out of you, his fingers quickly scooping it up and shoving it back inside of you. In any other headspace you might think that was disgusting but the way he watches you and is claiming you makes it incredibly arousing. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers up to your mouth and you automatically take them between your lips, tasting the mix of your fluids.

“I’m- fuck- you’re perfect.” He seems reluctant to take his fingers from your mouth but the second both his hands are free he’s easily flipping you around and pushing your chest into the desk.

There’s no warning before he’s plunging into you again, your hips roughly meeting the edge of the wooden desk. You don’t really feel the pain amongst the pleasure, oversensitive from your previous orgasm. You feel open mouth kisses pepper your spine as he thrusts into you from behind. While one of his hands stays on your hips- your skin practically indented in the shape of his fingers there now- one reaches down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he pushes your leg upwards. The new angle is heavenly as you just let yourself be used- sliding forwards and backwards on the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Need you to- fuck darling I just need you to cum on me again- please I need to feel it-“ Mihawk sounds so desperate, a whine to his voice that he no longer can hide. “Just a little bit more for me-“

Your body seems to crave following his commands and another orgasm is ripped from your sensitive body. Only a few moments later you feel him cum inside you again, and you’re confident at this point he’s dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So good for me- taking all my cum-“ He’s breathless as he pulls out of you again and you don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at your fucked out hole.

When he actually give you space for a minute you turn your head, still using the table to support your weight. “You feel better?”

“Hm…” His hand skates up your back, soothing you. “Feeling just sated enough to get you back to the room I’m staying in.”

The prospect of going more rounds was overwhelming but you can’t deny that you wanted it more than anything. One problem.

“If anyone sees me I think they’ll figure out some of what happened.” From your messed up hair, the bruises forming on your neck, and the fact that there’s no way you’ll be able to walk normally- yeah it’ll be obvious you were just fucked within an inch of your life.

“Oh doctor.” He pulls you up off the desk and places a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead. “If anyone else sees you like this I’ll kill them.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #x reader #discordantwritings

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sh4nksslvt · 2 months ago

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Hi, darling, can you write about Marco X Reader? Raeder is a magnificent doctor on an island. Capable of curing many illnesses. The Navy has tried to recruit her many times, but she refuses. She loves reading. She can lose track of time in a book if she's interested. She has a little student who helps her.

One day, a pineapple head arrives at the office. Hello, welcome, little brother pineapple, the girl greets him. While sorting her teacher's letters, an invitation from the Navy falls out. My teacher has the order ready for the next 6 months. Jumping down to pick up the order. She's in the library downstairs.

The young woman was lost in thought, reading while occasionally taking notes. The tray of food next to her was already cold.

Later The girl ran downstairs with tears in her eyes and her cheek red from the blow she had received. Teacher, the bad man from the navy came again. I told him you weren't there, but he hit me. Running to the young woman's glasses, the woman gave her affection and stroked her cheek. A bubble healed her wound. She gave her to Marco to hold in his arms. Watch your brother, Pineapple. Until he returns, he's not allowed to go up. Hey, the girl looked at them, "Yes," she said, smiling as she hugged him.

The marine tried to take the woman, even forcing her. Marco was worried about his beloved. He even tried to leave, but the little girl wouldn't let go. After a while, the marine left, covered in rashes. The girl started to laugh. The young woman sat down and looked at Marco. Thank you for being patient and not leaving. The woman began to bandage the wound on her neck, since her healing skills were of no use.

not much, but hope u like it!

Feathers Beneath the Willow Tree

A renowned doctor on a peaceful island catches Marco’s attention—but so do the Marines, who are getting desperate.

Marco the phoenix x fem! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, oc, hurt/comfort a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe and akward word count: 1.5k

masterlist | ko-fi

If you asked anyone on Ceres Island where hope lived, they'd point you to the ivy-draped cottage at the edge of town—the one with the lantern always glowing softly by the door and the scent of herbs curling through the air. That was your home, your clinic, and your sanctuary.

And lately, it had also become a small, unofficial fortress.

You were known as one of the most brilliant healers on the Grand Line. Rumors said you’d cured diseases that even top Marine doctors had declared terminal. The Navy had tried to recruit you multiple times—sweet offers, stern demands, even veiled threats. Each time, you’d refused. You didn’t want war, titles, or medals. You wanted peace, books, and to make sick people better.

And then there was Kiri.

Your tiny assistant and student, Kiri, was ten and as ferocious as she was adorable. She’d been left on your doorstep at three, feverish and half-starved. You saved her life. Now, she followed you like a shadow, copying your handwriting and dressing her teddy bear’s imaginary wounds.

It was Kiri who opened the door the morning he arrived.

The bell above the clinic door jingled. A tall man with golden-blond hair stepped in, ducking his head slightly as if not to disturb the space. His blue eyes swept the cozy room, warm with dried herbs and soft lantern light.

Kiri turned with a wide grin.

“Oh! hello, welcome, Marco-san!” Kiri said cheerfully, her small hands busy sorting through the latest stack of letters. She was sitting on the front counter, feet swinging, a pencil behind her ear. “Sensei has the orders ready for the next six months.”

Marco chuckled, his bright blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “You remembered my name-yoi”

“Of course. You’re the phoenix,” Kiri said proudly. “You helped with the burns in the east village last month. I like your hair.”

Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Thanks-yoi, little one.”

As she jumped down to fetch the herb bundles prepared for the Whitebeard Pirates, a folded letter slipped out of the stack and floated to the ground. Marco’s sharp eyes caught the official red seal before Kiri picked it up and stuffed it back in the pile. “Just another Marine invitation,” she said, almost rolling her eyes. “Sensei always ignores them.”

“She’s in the library downstairs,” she added, already heading toward the back of the building. “You can wait here, or—"

“I’ll find her,” Marco said gently.

The underground library was carved into the hill the cottage sat on, lined with carved wooden shelves, low lighting, and a quiet that only places full of knowledge seem to possess.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, a thick tome open in your lap. Notes in your neat script littered the floor around you. The tray of food Kiri had left an hour ago sat beside you, untouched and long gone cold.

You didn’t even look up when Marco leaned against the doorframe.

“You really don’t hear the world when you read, huh?”

Your head jerked up. “Marco.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt-yoi”

You stretched your stiff neck, pushing your glasses up. “No interruption. I just... got carried away again.”

“Looks like it,” he said, moving to sit nearby. “Kiri said you had my order ready?”

“I do,” you said, gesturing toward a carefully packed crate in the corner. “Antitoxins, burn salves, and enough anti-fever tinctures to last you till your next brawl.”

“Perfect,” he said, then added gently, “She also said the Marines keep sending you letters.”

You blinked, tensing slightly. “She shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“She’s worried-yoi. So am I.”

You sighed, brushing a hand through your hair. “It’s not your concern.”

“Maybe not. But I’m making it mine anyway-yoi.”

The peaceful air shattered several hours later.

Kiri came running into the library, her small frame trembling, tears streaming down her face. Her cheek was bright red from a slap.

“Sensei!” she sobbed. “The bad man from the Marines came again! I told him you weren’t here—but he hit me!”

You shot up, furious and afraid all at once, grabbing her face with both hands. “Let me see, sweetie.”

A small healing bubble formed between your palms and hovered over her wound, pulsing once before fading, taking the pain with it. Kiri hiccupped, her tears slowing.

You pulled her into your arms, lips pressed to her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

She clung to you tightly. Marco stepped forward, fists clenched.

“Watch her,” you said, placing Kiri gently in his arms. “Don’t let her go upstairs. Don’t let him get near her.”

Kiri looked up at Marco, sniffling. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Yeah,” Marco said, voice low but steady. “I’ve got you-yoi.”

Kiri wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “Okay…”

Marco looked down at the child now in his arms, her head buried in his shoulder. She didn’t cry again, but he felt the small tremors in her body. Carefully, his arms wrapped around her, warm and protective.

“I’ve got her,” he finally said, watching you with concern. “Just come back safe-yoi.”

You turned and stormed up the stairs, your sandals striking the stone like thunder.

Marco sat on a worn couch in the quiet underground library, Kiri curled up against him like a kitten. Her hand was tightly clutching his shirt. She didn’t speak for a long time.

He looked around the room filled with ancient books and dusty scrolls—places where your mind clearly lived more than your body. But there were signs of warmth too: sketches from Kiri on the wall, half-finished notes on potion experiments, a teacup still warm on the table.

Kiri broke the silence.

“Sensei reads too much,” she mumbled. “She skips meals and forgets to sleep.”

Marco smiled faintly. “Sounds familiar-yoi. Pops is the same with sake.”

“She’s always helping people,” Kiri mumbled. “But she won’t let anyone help her.”

Marco hummed. “Guess it’s good she has you, huh?”

Kiri smiled, but her voice was still small. “I think she needs someone strong... who’ll stay.”

“She has that-yoi” Marco said quietly, tightening his hold just a little.

Kiri blinked. Then, with all the authority of a child who decided something was law, she declared, “You’re not allowed to leave. Not until she’s okay. And not even then, if I say so.”

He stared at her, startled, then burst into a soft laugh. “Is that so-yoi?”

She nodded with a tiny smile, satisfied. “You’re warm,” she added, curling closer.

Marco let his phoenix energy gently wrap around her like a second blanket, golden flames harmless and comforting. Kiri let out a content sigh and finally closed her eyes.

The Marine was tall, square-jawed, with a crisp white coat and the kind of entitlement that made your skin crawl.

“You’re coming with me,” he barked. “The Navy is done asking nicely.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not leaving this island. I’ve told you that every time.”

He stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. “That’s not your decision anymore.”

Before you could react, his grip tightened—just in time for his hand to erupt in red, itchy hives.

He let out a howl and reeled back, swiping at his burning skin. “What the hell?!”

You narrowed your eyes, voice cold. “You don’t touch me. You don’t touch my child. Ever.”

“Your child?” he spat, eyes narrowing.

“She’s mine,” you said. “In all the ways that matter.”

The Marine hesitated, then sneered, “What you're doing is treason!”

“Treason?” you hissed. “You don’t want my help. You want to own me!”

A sudden pulse of energy shot from your hand, wrapping the man in an invisible net of irritation—his skin broke out in deep, nasty rashes. He screamed, stumbling back toward the door.

“I’ve prepared stronger formulas,” you said coolly. “Leave now, or I’ll test them on you.”

The Marine fled, cursing as he went.

You came back down an hour later, victorious. The man had left, skin covered in painful rashes from your specialty concoction, humiliated and warning others not to cross you.

Marco looked up as you descended slowly, your posture tired but proud. Kiri was fast asleep against him.

“She didn’t want to let go-yoi” he said softly, nodding at the child.

You smiled wearily. “I wouldn’t either.”

You lowered yourself beside them with a hiss of discomfort. Marco noticed the bruise forming in your arm.

“Bruise again?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You nodded. “My powers don’t work on me. Never have.”

He reached for the first-aid kit without being asked.

As he carefully began to bandage your bruise, you glanced at him.

“Thank you,” you said. “...for not leaving, and for being patient.”

He met your gaze, steady and sincere.

“I wasn’t going to-yoi. Not then, not now.”

You closed your eyes as the bandage settled against your skin, Kiri’s soft breathing the only sound in the room for a while.

And in the quiet, surrounded by books, healing, and warmth, something unspoken passed between you and Marco—a beginning neither of you had planned, but both silently agreed to continue.

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innerfare · 10 months ago

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Paint Me Happy In Blue - Law

Summary: Captain Law has been pining for the newest member of his crew; reader is a Heart Pirate and marine biologist who ate the algae-algae fruit and has a habit of wearing blue nail polish

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Afab!Reader

Genre: kinda fluffy

CW: SFW // None

Word Count: 1,262

Law knocked on your cabin door, tattooed knuckles against metal. He had spent the past fifteen minutes scolding himself, telling himself to stop acting like a nervous school girl and go talk to you, damn it. He had in his other hand the journal you had left behind in the laboratory aboard the Polar Tang, where you researched marine life and put together rare cures. Your algae-algae devil fruit certainly helped in that regard.

The door swung open, and Law stood up a little straighter.

You stood in front of him, smelling of pears and a flower he had finally worked out to be freesias. With your hair damp from a shower and an oversized t-shirt clinging to your body, you looked like a completely different person than the woman he normally saw in a boiler suit.

He panicked at the sight, unable to tell if you were wearing anything underneath. Terrified he’d be caught staring, he tore his gaze away.

His eyes immediately went past your head, doing a quick lap around your small cabin in hopes of catching sight of anything he hadn’t seen before. He soaked in the sight of the sealskin blanket on your bed- a gift he’d given you to remind you of your shared home in the North Blue, the glowing blue jellyfish tank on your desk, the rock band poster hanging on your wall, and the dying plant on your bedside table.

“See something you like?” You asked him, trying to swallow the smile tugging on your lips, the same smile that always appeared when your captain graced you with his presence. You tried to play it off, but you knew a man like Law was too smart to miss the obvious cues. But his clear lack of reciprocation didn’t keep you from feeling the way you did.

“There’s no sunlight down here, y/n-ah,” he remarked. “If you keep buying plants, they’ll keep dying.”

You let out a sigh, leaning out of the doorway and pressing your back into the doorframe, turning to the side to look mournfully at the same plant Law was staring at; it brought you a little closer to him. “I know, but I really like to have flowers in my room. And I don’t like cutting them off the plant, you know? It feels mean.”

Law wanted to die, you were so sweet.

If using Room to cut his heart out and throw it away would have kept him from feeling it beat, he would have done it in an instant, but he was stuck with the incessant fluttering, no matter where the organ was. Not even he could control it.

He swallowed his despair and cleared his throat, lifting his hand with your journal in it. “Here, you left this in the laboratory.” He tried his hardest to act disinterested, as if he had just happened across it and then happened to bring it back to you, though now that he had, he felt rather like a dog bringing you a bone.

“Oh. Thanks, Captain.” You reached out for the journal, neglecting to tell him you had left it there on purpose because you really had no need of it anywhere else.

Suddenly, you wondered- hoped, even- if you made a habit of leaving it in the laboratory, he would make a habit of bringing it back and explaining the obvious to you. You would have let him explain your own life to you, and wholly incorrectly, if it meant hearing that deep voice of his, like water sliding over smooth river rock.

As you went to take the journal from him, your fingers brushed his tattooed ones. Your heart leaped in your chest. Startled by it, despite having known it would have that effect from all the occasions in the past you got just as jumpy at his touch, you tried to take the journal away as fast as you could, but Law had a vice grip on the small, leather-bound book.

Law looked down as your fingers touched, and he realized something: you had repainted your nails. His heart sank as he realized your dainty fingers were no longer tipped in indigo, only to flutter when he realized you had simply replaced the indigo with another color, just as you had replaced the azure with indigo two weeks ago.

What was it this time?

He peered down at your fingers, soaking in the pale, arctic blue you had coated your nails in. It reminded him of his home in the North Blue, but without the trauma he normally relived if something reminded of the place.

It wasn’t a bitter cold but a sweet chill, more like ice cream on a hot summer’s day than a blizzard rolling in. And Law didn’t even like ice cream; it was far too sweet. Maybe, though, just maybe, he could choke down a few bites of plain, unsweetened vanilla if you spooned it into his mouth with that small smile on your face.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. How had he been reduced to this?

“Captain?”

You shifted on your feet, and he realized you were barefoot. His eyes flickered down to your toes, and he saw your toenails were the old shade of blue, the deep indigo he had stared at on your hands at every meal for the past two weeks.

His heart skipped a beat, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. He just knew he liked the color on you. It turned him into a blushing mess, all red and pink, while you remained cool and blue, leaning casually in your doorway with a soft smile on your pretty face.

Law dipped his head low, hoping his hat would cover enough of his face to obscure his flushed cheeks. “You don’t have to call me that,” he said for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Call you what?” You asked, still tugging on your journal; he seemed oblivious.

“Captain. We’re a casual crew.”

“I guess I’m a little more formal,” you said with a small shrug. “Is that alright?”

Law responded with a shrug of his own.

“So,” you ventured. You gave your journal another tug. “Are you going to give this back to me, or do I have to fight you for it?”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He released the journal in a second, only to regret it as you pulled it away and took a step back, putting more space between the two of you.

“No problem,” you said. “Thanks, Captain.”

Law ground his teeth together. “Yeah, well…” His eyes fell back to your side, where your arms had come to rest, your smooth hands with elegant fingers tipped in arctic blue. “I like your nail polish, by the way. It’s… cool.” With that, he turned and stalked off, feeling to himself like the biggest fool to have ever lived, seeming to you like he was in a sour mood.

Why, then, had he complimented you?

You closed your door quickly and pressed your back into it, holding your journal to your chest as a smile bloomed on your face. You had just been about to remove the arctic blue and replace it with a royal blue you were a little more comfortable with, thinking the arctic was a bit too bright, possibly even childish, but if Law thought it was cool, it was most certainly staying on your nails. Maybe you’d even put it on your toes, too, not that Law would see.

Unless he came back to your cabin, of course.

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reidmarieprentiss · 11 months ago

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Bridges to Belonging

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Summary: Penelope texts Y/n, Rossi has a dinner party, Y/n and Spencer meet

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings/Includes: mentions of virginity and sex (16+), playing never have I ever, teasing from friends, consuming alcohol

Word count: 3.7k

a/n: i am cranking this story out it is going to be finished so fast dear goddd ,, hopefully y'all like it!!! probably like 5 ish more parts is my guess

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Y/n was settling in for the night after a long shift at the hospital, kicking her feet up on her coffee table with a glass of wine in hand when her usually dead phone vibrated.

Hey, Y/N! 😊 It's Penelope from the BAU. Hope you don't mind me texting! Just thought I'd check in and see how my favorite child psychologist is doing. 🌟

Hey, Penelope! Of course, I don't mind :) I’m doing well, just busy with work as usual. How about you?

Busy saving the world, one computer at a time! 🖥️💪 So, tell me, are you still too busy to date, or have you finally joined us mere mortals in the quest for love? 💘

Haha I guess we’re getting right into it. I suppose I am feeling ready to dip my toes back into the dating pool. But I’ve been avoiding it for a while 😅 Awkward first dates are terrifying!

Ooh, exciting! 🥳 But I totally get the fear. Blind dates can be the worst. You never know if you're going to meet Prince Charming or... well, not. 😬

Exactly! And I've been so focused on my career that I haven't really thought about dating in a while. Plus, all my undergrad flings made me a bit wary of anything serious.

Understandable. Sometimes you just need to have fun, right? But now that you’re settled, maybe it’s time for a change? 😉

Yeah, maybe you're right. I wouldn't mind meeting someone who shares my interests and gets my sense of humor.

OMG, that sounds like a dream. Let me know when you find them and send me one too. 💖

Ha! If I find one I will let you know. How does one even go about meeting new people nowadays?

Well… You remember Rossi, right? He’s having a pasta and wine night at his mansion this Friday at 8 pm!! 🎉

Pasta and wine?? Sounds perfect. Thanks, Penelope! I’ll be there, I appreciate you thinking of me :)

Anytime, Y/N! Can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the team. I’ve got a good feeling about this! 💖✨

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The rest of the team? Y/n thought to herself. She had assumed she met everyone already when she went for drinks with Aaron and the team. Maybe they added a new member. Regardless, she's excited to do three of her favorite things, eat pasta, drink wine, and let rich people pay for everything.

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The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over David Rossi’s expansive estate. Nestled in the Virginia countryside, the elegant home exuded both charm and sophistication, a perfect reflection of its owner. The team arrived one by one, greeted by the welcoming scent of freshly baked bread and simmering marinara sauce that wafted through the air, promising a feast of Italian delights.

As Y/n stepped into the house, they were embraced by the warm ambiance of the living room, where a crackling fire in the stone fireplace added a cozy touch. The room was tastefully decorated with leather-bound books, framed photographs, and art pieces that told stories of Rossi’s travels and experiences. Soft jazz music played in the background, the soothing melodies mingling with the lively chatter of the guests.

The dining room was a vision of elegance, with a long mahogany table set for the evening's festivities. Flickering candlelight danced across the table, casting a gentle glow on the polished silverware and delicate china. Each place setting was thoughtfully arranged, complete with fine crystal wine glasses waiting to be filled with Rossi’s carefully curated selection of wines.

On the far side of the room, a sideboard displayed an array of antipasti: olives, cured meats, marinated vegetables, and various cheeses artfully arranged on rustic wooden boards. A large bouquet of fresh flowers served as the centerpiece, adding a splash of color and vibrancy to the room.

The kitchen bustled with activity as Rossi, ever the gracious host, put the finishing touches on a variety of homemade pasta dishes. Large pots simmered on the stove, the fragrant aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air. A pan of lasagna bubbled in the oven, its cheese topping perfectly golden brown. Fresh basil and parsley were sprinkled generously over platters of spaghetti aglio e olio and creamy fettuccine alfredo, each dish a testament to Rossi’s culinary skills and passion for Italian cuisine.

In the adjoining patio, strings of fairy lights twinkled overhead, providing a magical canopy under which the team could relax and unwind. Comfortable seating areas were arranged to encourage conversation, and a small fire pit offered warmth as the evening grew cooler. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets added a serene backdrop to the lively gathering.

The evening at Rossi’s house was in full swing. The room was alive with laughter and conversation, and the clinking of glasses mingled with the soft strains of jazz music. The warm glow from the fireplace and the dim lighting created a cozy, inviting atmosphere that wrapped the team in a sense of comfort and camaraderie.

As the doorbell rang, David straightened his jacket and moved toward the entrance with a welcoming smile. He opened the door to reveal Y/N, who stood on the threshold, looking radiant in her deep green dress that highlighted her curves and complemented her confident demeanor.

“Y/N! Welcome!” Rossi exclaimed, stepping aside to usher her into the house. His voice was warm and genuine, filled with the kind of hospitality that made his guests feel immediately at home. “I’m so glad you could make it. We’ve been looking forward to this evening.”

Y/N’s face brightened with a warm smile as she stepped inside. “Thank you, David. I’m excited to be here. The house looks wonderful.”

Rossi gave a hearty laugh. “It’s all thanks to the amazing team I have. Let me introduce you to everyone.”

With a graceful wave of his hand, Rossi guided Y/N into the living room, where the BAU team had gathered. The room buzzed with the energy of friends reconnecting after a long day. Rossi’s arrival with Y/N caught the attention of the group, and they turned to greet her with friendly smiles and nods.

Spencer, who had been deep in a conversation with Derek about a recent case, felt a shift in the atmosphere. His gaze followed Rossi and Y/N as they entered, his attention abruptly captured.

Spencer’s breath hitched slightly as he took in Y/N’s presence. The warm lighting seemed to highlight her natural beauty, and the graceful way she moved across the room was both captivating and disorienting. The rest of the team offered her friendly waves and greetings, but Spencer was fixated on her, his curiosity piqued.

Hotch, noticing Spencer’s focused attention, decided it was time for introductions. He approached Spencer with a friendly, knowing smile and gestured toward Y/N.

“Spencer,” Hotch began, his tone calm and reassuring, “I’d like you to meet Y/N.”

Spencer turned to face Hotch, his heart racing a bit. Hotch continued, “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid. He’s one of our most brilliant team members here at the BAU.”

Y/N extended her hand with a warm, welcoming smile. “Hi, Spencer. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

God, even her voice is beautiful.

Spencer, momentarily taken aback, felt a flutter of nerves as he took her hand. “Hi, Y/N. It’s, uh, nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you as well,” he replied, his voice tinged with both shyness and genuine interest.

Y/N’s gaze was kind and her smile reassuring, making Spencer feel more at ease. “I hope it’s all been good,” she said with a playful glint in her eye.

Spencer managed a small, tight lipped smile, as he tucked his hair behind one ear and his nerves started to settle. “Definitely,” he replied, feeling a warmth that contrasted with his usual social anxiety.

Y/N leaned in slightly, her eyes meeting Spencer’s with a genuine curiosity. “So, Spencer,” she began, her tone light and engaging, “what’s one thing you’re passionate about outside of work?”

Spencer’s eyes lit up as he considered her question. “Well, I’m really into chess,” he admitted. “I’ve been playing since I was a kid. It’s a great way to exercise the mind and challenge myself.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “I didn’t know that. I used to play chess with my grandfather when I was younger. It’s a fascinating game. Do you have a favorite opening strategy?”

Spencer’s face brightened, and he leaned in a bit more, his enthusiasm evident. “Yes! I’m a big fan of the Queen’s Gambit. It’s a classic and very versatile. What about you?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she shared her own chess experiences. The conversation continued, the two finding common ground and enjoying each other’s company.

Hotch observed the interaction with a pleased expression, satisfied with the introduction. He stepped back, allowing Spencer and Y/N to continue their conversation. The team resumed their chatter, though the undercurrent of excitement about the new connection was palpable.

The evening had progressed into a more relaxed phase as the team retreated to Rossi’s lush backyard. The gentle clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation blended with the soft rustling of leaves in the warm night breeze. The group had moved outside after enjoying a sumptuous Italian feast prepared by Rossi and Penelope, and now they were settling into comfortable chairs and sofas, each with a glass of wine in hand.

Spencer, still a bit on edge but feeling slightly more at ease, had decided to join in on the wine, especially since Y/N had done the same. The rich, full-bodied wine paired perfectly with the after-dinner atmosphere, adding to the relaxed ambiance of the evening.

Derek, always the instigator of fun, leaned back in his chair with a mischievous grin. “Alright, everyone, I think it’s time for a game. How about a round of ‘Never Have I Ever’?” He looked around the circle with a gleam in his eye, clearly excited about the prospect of the game.

Emily raised an eyebrow playfully. “Oh, this should be interesting. Let’s see who’s willing to spill some secrets tonight.”

Y/N looked intrigued but a bit hesitant. “Sounds fun. I’m game.”

The group settled into a comfortable rhythm as Derek began the game. “Okay, I’ll start. Never have I ever... gone skydiving.”

A few people sipped their wine, including Emily and Rossi. “Guilty as charged,” Rossi said with a chuckle. “Skydiving is quite the adrenaline rush.”

Y/N, who had taken a sip, smiled and said, “I’ve always wanted to try it, but never had the chance.”

Spencer, still holding his glass, observed the interactions with a mix of curiosity and caution. He had never played this game before, not having ever been invited to parties in high school or college, and while he was intrigued, he wasn’t sure how much he was ready to reveal about himself.

JJ leaned forward, looking at Y/N with a grin. “Okay, your turn. What’s something we’d never expect from you?”

Y/N thought for a moment, then laughed softly. “Alright, never have I ever... been to a strip club.”

This time, the whole team, including Penelope, sipped their wine. “Oh, I mean we all have been on multiple occasions for a case,” Penelope admitted with a grin. “It’s a rite of passage.”

Spencer watched Y/N closely, noticing how easily she blended with the group, her laughter and easy demeanor making her approachable. He found himself feeling more comfortable, the game serving as a welcome distraction from his usual reservations.

As the game continued, Derek took his turn. “Never have I ever... gone on a blind date.”

Spencer, who had been carefully sipping his wine, hesitated for a moment before taking a sip. He caught Y/N’s eye and saw her smile warmly. “Well, that’s a new one for me,” she said, clearly amused.

Hotch, enjoying the playful banter, decided to chime in. “I think it’s safe to say that a lot of us have had some interesting experiences with blind dates.”

The game continued with a mix of laughter, surprises, and the occasional sip of wine. As it came around to Spencer’s turn, he took a deep breath, deciding to take a small risk. “Never have I ever... read all the books in a series before the final book was released.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, and she laughed. “Oh, I’m guilty of that too. I get too impatient for the next installment.”

Spencer felt a small spark of connection, his nerves easing as he realized they shared a common interest. “It’s the only way to avoid spoilers,” he said with a smile.

The conversation flowed easily as the game progressed, with everyone sharing stories and bonding over their revelations. Spencer found himself more relaxed, the warmth of the wine and the easygoing nature of the game creating an environment where he could be himself.

The group settled into their seats even more lubricated with wine, ready for the real revelations. Derek went first, his tone playful. “Never have I ever... been to a nightclub and partied until dawn.”

Y/N, Emily, Penelope and Derek took a sip, with Emily laughing. “Oh, I’ve done that more times than I can count. Nothing like a night out on the town to blow off some steam.”

Spencer seemed slightly more at ease with each revelation. “I’ve never been to one of those. It sounds like an experience.”

The game continued with more revealing questions. Emily, with a mischievous glint in her eye, asked, “Never have I ever... had a one-night stand.”

Spencer was visibly surprised when Y/N took a sip. Y/N gave a small, slightly embarrassed smile. “It’s a part of life’s experiences, but I guess I’ve been more focused on my career lately.”

Spencer nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. He was keenly aware of the fact that he was still a virgin, and while he wanted to connect with Y/N on a deeper level, he found himself struggling. She had undoubtedly had more romantic and physical experiences than he had. The thought that someone as stunning and sophisticated as Y/N would be interested in a novice like him seemed almost inconceivable. He was trying hard not to let his insecurities cloud his mood. The way she smelled—like a wet dream—was both intoxicating and overwhelming. Her laughter, so genuine and carefree, only accentuated the gulf between them. Spencer tried to shake off the discomfort, reminding himself to stay engaged.

Derek, sensing the shift in the conversation and relishing the opportunity to provoke more personal revelations, threw out another provocative prompt. “Never have I ever... gone on a vacation just for the sake of hooking up with someone.”

Penelope and Emily took a sip, with Penelope letting out a soft laugh. “Sometimes you just need to get away and see where the night takes you,” she said, a playful glint in her eye.

Y/N, now visibly more at ease and enjoying the shared camaraderie, leaned in slightly, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “I’ve always found travel is more about the sights than the romance. But I suppose the adventure can include a little... spontaneous connection,” she said, letting her words linger with a hint of allure. Her gaze flicked towards Spencer briefly, a subtle challenge in her eyes.

Spencer felt a slight flush creeping up his neck as he realized Y/N’s playful comment was not lost on him. The conversation had taken a decidedly more personal turn. “I’ve never really mixed vacation with... personal pursuits,” he admitted, his tone tinged with shyness. The idea of combining travel with romantic endeavors seemed foreign and somewhat intimidating.

As the game continued, the topics grew more intense and revealing. Rossi, with a knowing smile and a glint of mischief, asked, “Never have I ever... been in a relationship where both partners had different kinks.”

Everyone, even Hotch, took a sip, with Rossi adding, “Sometimes those differences can make things... particularly exciting.”

Y/N, engaging more openly with the group, nodded thoughtfully. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. “It’s definitely something that can add a layer of complexity to a relationship,” she said, her voice taking on a more intimate tone. “It’s all about finding that balance and exploring what truly works for both partners.”

Spencer, taking a sip and feeling the warmth of the wine begin to loosen his nerves, found himself caught between curiosity and shyness. “It sounds like navigating those differences can be... challenging,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze remained fixed on Y/N, trying to read the subtle nuances in her expressions. The vulnerability she displayed in her words made her even more intriguing.

Y/N’s smile widened slightly, a mix of empathy and flirtation in her gaze. “It can be, but it’s also part of what makes relationships interesting,” she said, her voice soft but laced with a suggestive undertone. She met Spencer’s eyes with a confident yet gentle look, as if inviting him to share more of his thoughts.

Spencer swallowed hard, feeling a blend of attraction and apprehension. The way Y/N spoke, her casual yet intimate revelations, made him want to know more about her and, perhaps, reveal more about himself. The game had opened a door to a new level of connection, one that both excited and intimidated him.

The night had drifted into a mellow haze as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. The soft hum of conversation and clinking of glasses had subsided into a relaxed murmur as the team lingered in Rossi’s backyard, enjoying the cool night air. The rich aroma of the evening’s wine lingered in the air, adding a heady undertone to the tranquil setting.

Spencer had been engaged in a conversation with Rossi, but his mind kept drifting back to the playful exchanges he’d shared with Y/N. She had been captivating throughout the evening, her laughter and teasing remarks sticking in his mind. He found himself drawn to her energy, even as he struggled with his own insecurities.

As the night wore on, guests began to trickle out, and the ambiance of the backyard shifted to a quieter, more intimate atmosphere. Spencer watched as Y/N, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the wine, made her way towards him. Her movements were graceful, and there was a certain confident allure in her stride that made Spencer’s heart skip a beat.

Y/N approached Spencer with a mix of determination and vulnerability. She cleared her throat gently, her eyes locking with his in a gaze that was both direct and inviting. The faint glow from the string lights above cast a warm halo around her, highlighting her striking features and the subtle sheen of her skin.

“Hey, Spencer,” she said, her voice soft but laden with an undeniable edge of sincerity. “Can we talk for a minute?”

Spencer, caught off guard, nodded. “Of course, Y/N. What’s up?”

Y/N led him a little away from the remaining guests, her hand brushing lightly against his as she guided him to a more secluded corner of the backyard. Spencer found he didn’t mind the contact too much, he might still wash his hands after. The quiet of the night enveloped them, the sounds of the party fading into the background.

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his with a mix of hesitation and resolve. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you tonight,” she began, her voice a touch more vulnerable than usual. “And I have to admit, I’ve been thinking... I’d like to see you again. Maybe for a coffee or dinner sometime? I’d love to get to know you better.”

Spencer’s heart raced as he took in her words. He felt a rush of warmth at the idea of spending more time with her, but the reality of his inexperience and his nerves threatened to overwhelm him. He managed a small, nervous smile, his mind racing through a whirlwind of thoughts.

“I’d like that,” Spencer said, his voice trembling slightly. “I’d really like that. I... I didn’t expect this, but I’m glad you asked.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she reached out to touch his arm, her fingers lingering for a moment. “Good,” she said, her tone taking on a more intimate quality.

Spencer felt a surge of excitement mixed with his usual apprehension. The way Y/N looked at him, with that blend of confidence and genuine interest, made him feel like he was worthy of her attention.

“Absolutely,” he said, feeling more confident. “Let’s definitely make plans. I’d like that very much.”

Y/N’s smile widened, a mix of relief and satisfaction crossing her face. “Great. I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, she gave him a warm, lingering smile and a light touch on his arm before heading back towards the group to say her goodbyes. Spencer watched her go, with a brand new phone number in his pocket, feeling a renewed sense of hope and excitement. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and he couldn’t wait to see where this new connection with Y/N might lead.

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maochira · 5 months ago

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Change of plans. [chapter 4]

previous chapter

synopsis: Without being given enough time to think about your situation, Corazon takes you and Law on an unexpected journey.

tags: gn!child!reader & Corazon & Law, a bit of hurt/comfort, little angry Law

Nothing went as planned. Not at all.

Shortly after Corazon’s call with Sengoku he overheard Law talking to Baby 5 and Buffalo. One thing led to the other; with Law revealing he carries the name of the D. and having just learned about your past, Corazon made the decision to escape the Donquixote pirates with you and Law. The chaos of the pirate ship being attacked by a navy ship was just the perfect opportunity to get away.

“Where is (Y/N)?!” Doflamingo yells across the ship.

“Corazon and Law have disappeared as well!” Diamante adds just seconds later.

While majority of the crew is busy defending their ship against the navy and sailing away, Senor Pink makes a discovery. “Young master! I found this in Corazon’s hammock.”

He approaches Doflamingo with a letter, which the latter quickly grabs to read its contents. Eyes narrowing, gritted teeth and a heartbeat quickening from anger, Doflamingo balls his fists. “What does he think he’s doing?!”

Went to cure Law’s disease. Finding (Y/N)’s parents.

That’s what Corazon had written on the scrap of paper. The first part the truth, the second a lie. Still unsure on what exactly he’ll do with you, but determined to figure it out at least by the time Law’s disease is cured. Idealistically, Corazon would love to change your identities and move onto an island near Marine Headquarters, where he’d raise you and Law. Not necessarily into future members, but at least to give you a better upbringing.

“Answer that transponder snail!” Law yells at Corazon, who’s calmly leaning back with a book on his lap. “I bet it’s Doflamingo calling! Answer! I want to go back on the ship!”

Corazon doesn’t bother to reply or even acknowledge Law in the slightest. This angers the boy so much more, but due to being restrained by a rope there was nothing he could to besides yelling.

The transponder snail goes silent, but Law doesn’t. He turns his gaze to you, irritated by your lack of reaction to the absurdity of the situation. “Why can’t you at least open your mouth now?!”

The shrug you give in response doesn’t help to calm Law’s nerves.

Corazon goes on to have a call with Sengoku, explaining that he’ll leave his duty for a bit, for a “personal matter”.

“Who were you calling just now?!” Law raises his voice the second Corazon puts the speaker aside. “You said something about duty! Are you part of the navy?! Everyone involved with the World Government makes me sick!”

Corazon sighs and places a cigarette between his lips. “I’m not a navy man!” He stands up and gets closer to Law. With a huff, the tall man kneels down to make better eye contact with the boy. “I’m going to find a doctor who can cure your disease, and then we’ll find a place where you and (Y/N) can live in peace.”

“White Lead Disease can’t be cured, you idiot! Bring me back to Doflamingo’s ship!” With his face red from anger, Law continues struggling in hope to free himself from the ropes, but with no success.

Having head enough of Law’s tantrum, Corazon uses his Devil Fruit powers to silence him. As soon as that’s done he turns his attention to you, now speaking much softer. “You can trust me. I know this is all out of a sudden, but I promise I only want the best for you.”

“I want to go back. To family.” Your words almost break Corazon’s heart. A part of him regrets having brought you onto that ship in the first place, immediately followed by the guilt for even thinking leaving you to death would be the better option.

“Law and I are with you, we’re still your family.” Corazon attempts to reassure you. Seeing that you are calm, he releases you from your restraints lifts you onto his lap. He continues speaking to you, this time in a whisper. “I don’t like the idea of the life you’d have on that pirate ship, let me give you a better one."

#💟 maochira writes #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law

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dia-oro · 5 months ago

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Mama dia, all I ever wish for is a imagines or head cannon of the chain with like a super motherly almost mother hen reader that just love to spoil them with affection, gift and LOTS of food to the point of them just being little round balls you know? ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ It just seem so so cute to me even tho she is probably younger that some of them which surprise them at first probably (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

well, I'm happy to serves! I am all for mothering reader because they deserve some affection and you know acts of appreciation to remind them they are worthy of love. :) But let's beginning! I hope you like it and sorry for answer late.

The chain with a mothering? A person that give them the acceptance and approval as well protect and encouraging them? What did you think there's going to happened? They will be all like that stray cat that everybody call feral but they are all hurt person that live traumatic after traumatic even and people at their surroundings are like 'but it's your duty' and look to the other side dismissing the links feelings well, they be really like stray- once upon abandoned animals, reader kindred burn them because they have already been hurt so much so this will be a process of patience and no losing hope...

Let start with one fine mess as legend with a mothering reader- snarkiness at 200% of power, he will try to discouraged you to be close, to care, he will be a bunny ready to beatbox you- seven adventure, losing his uncle, Marin... This man need affection with no second intentions but also fear it so bad, probably think he curse or something. So reader gentle hands curing his cuts and burn will burn more than any fireball, every gentle words make his eyes stink and just one day- slowly, silently his tone lost any fire in his remark, his bedroll got a little more close to reader, if they got to stay in a inn and they share bed to save rupees he unconscious will move his body in his sleep closer, he will be the first ready for a meal made by reader and when he hurt and needed someone to take him back to the camp he will just let his guard down the moment he feel reader arm over his back... The biggest treasure for him will be a sweater one of those ugly ones like Christmas that reader made for him- he didn't even dare to put some magic in it to protect it- because being made by reader is already magic for him.

Hyrule, another feral stray animal here- but more like that one of the videos that suffered from a severed wound or is handicap by accident and abandoned just to be save by someone yeah that type of feral animal- the distrustful one but in silence- reader is just too good and they have been hurt by smiling person so much- but a difference of legend he doesn't snark, growl or try to discourage you... He just got that heartbroken look in their eyes, so wounded and at the first sweet caress in their cheek and a goodnight kiss in their forehead? He crying till his sleep, every clap of hand and congratulations for his efforts will almost make him talk in bell like sounds like some fairy- almost transform so he can be close to you but don't be catch being so he can care for you as you care for him, sing to him to his sleep and he be purring, reader mothering is something he need because how little love he had ever feel even more- how little he is still care in his world, he may be Hyrule Hero but they don't deserve him for sure. A older reader may even be take as their parental figure that he never have and very much needed. A young one? The poor kid will wonder if this what LOVE is.

Warriors, in this house paranoid and distrust is his thing, even more with act of kindred- like you see the only person with self proclaimed 'acts of love' was Cia and you know how fucked up that was. But he will try to act as smooth he can, your dresser will be take with caution, hugs make him tense, he will try to analyze you and- he will be so confused, why you're so gentle? Why you sing lullaby to both legend and time at night?? Why you're making so much delicious food?? Somehow reader food is even better than wild, even a simple sandwich will be heaven for this man, a hug? He will adore then and got very whiny if there's no one or three per day- if reader is woman, well, congrats because reader is the first woman that make him feel safe, female affection that didn't give him a panic attack.

You know wind will start to call 'mom' or 'dad' reader right? All he have is his Grammy and sisters but reader just take him back to a time that he was safe and protected and didn't have to be the protector. Now reader is supply that role and just he notice it when he was attack and trapped and a instinct deep inside made him call for reader and the next he knew is that reader was fucking running over the head of Monsters, tearing them apart and just telling him he be okay. now he always taking you to see what he just think was cool from a bird to a insect that didn't exist in his era, reader will sing to him sometimes shanties with him, sometimes even sky join with his arp, mother hen reader is the reason the Grammy is no worry for him to go to multiverse adventures.

Sky, dear sky need all that mothering right now, he miss his fiance (I want to think sky and Zelda got to that far in their relationship, that hylia scheme for the demise endgame didn't break or weaker their relationship but make both stronger) so hugs from reader, singing duet even if they didn't sing very good will be all he needed, kisses on his forehead as goodnight or just indulge in love for wood carving and buy him a professional set to carving?? Have for sure his firstborn will have reader name for it all.

Twilight with a super mothering reader? Him?? The big brother material?! Yes, please light the weight of his shoulder that he put himself in the first place, he so use to be the role model in his village for the kids and honestly he a true role model to a good citizen in all ways- but wild give seven shite that and when know it, he trying, still trying to be like time the problem he forgot he young still too, give him love, hugs and pumpkin soup to twi, is all he needed from motherly reader, to be tell he did good that they are proud of them and even if one day they part ways is no his fault and they still be together in their hearts- this man need so much reassuring and reader is that he needed. Also reader sometimes act as if they can't do a labor so there's this Happy farmhand coming to help so happy to do some labor because is his comfort zone, let him do something that need his strength- the others links rarely need it.

Four, four don't need help- need help X4, motherly reader that know his story will constantly be over his shoulder seeing if he having a migraine, head and shoulder massages are a bless for this man, be platonic or no, he care for our reader dearly for this, even more when he realized that they never underestimate them for his height, giving him some copper and metal and this man is so hapoy- it's all about encouraging any interest he have, yummy food and I will tell you blue will never raise his voice in from reader, period.

Wild, sorry no sorry- reader will be his flora here, no matter the gender, they will be the only thing that make him be in control, mothering more firm but still loving. Want to ride a animal in the camp? Just harmless ones, encourage to do others things like painting his house, making clay thing and more to have his energy and focus on one thing that didn't put his life on danger- didn't always work but already seeing wild inviting the lord of the satori and not a fucking bear to the camp is better than the bear Alone and probably on fire.

Time, I miss my wife 2.0, he a adult, but also a traumatized one, he most time is the adult adult of the group even if he can be worse than legend and wind in his pranks, but when the moon got red in wild era sings and forcing him to look at reader all time while everybody is in safe zone, being reminded he important and love to- or just talking o what to give malón as present means a lot to him, help him with the cucos- sorry no sorry even if you're contemporary to him or minor didn't matter- motherly reader is in his mind a child of his, malon think to and what malon say is law to him so motherly reader will be mothered to.

Hope you like it <\3

#linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #No yandere #linkeduniverse #anon ask #ask

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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago

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Donquixote Masterlist

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Donquixote Rosinante:

Despiértame mi Corazon (Dance Series) (Gift One-Shot)

You have been on the run from Donquixote Doflamingo, sheltering and caring for a young, sick child. Your emotions catch up with you as you process the change your life has led you to. You’ve left it all: family, career, friends - all to support Rosinante in his quest to cure the boy. Upon seeing you in this state, your Corazon will do anything to see you smile again.

Donquixote Rosinante's Journey with Modern Slang (crack dialogue)

Mild background context: Law's skills as a doctor saved a person with the devil-fruit with the ability grant a single wish. Law used that wish to bring back Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante as he was: lying in the snow and unresponsive. He wanted the chance to use what he's learnt to save him, and save him he does. Both now in their 20s, Rosi is adjusting and attempting to learn the current slang to relate to his grown son.

Rosinante's Trip Down Under (one-shot)

Modern AU, Rosinante visiting your hometown in Queensland Australia. He is overwhelmed by the cultural differences, but loves to learn the slang.

I Like Matching (NSFW One-Shot)

Returning home from an away mission for your boss, you are immediately spirited away to the nearest unoccupied space and met with the lips, hands and grasp of Corazon. He missed you, and it was showcased in his neediness in every kiss and motion planted against you.

A bit of both (NSFW One-Shot)

You and Rosinante take your trust to a new level, engaging in two levels of weaving you had yet to use in sequence with one another. Kink-fic: bondage, gagging, praise (reader receiving. Gender neutral terms)

Close your eyes and breathe (One-Shot)

Struggling to find rest, you decide to take yourself to the kitchen in the marine base. You stumble upon your commander slouched over his desk and asleep on a pile of papers. Taking him to his quarters, he wants to help you find rest in slumber.

"Mine" (NSFW One-Shot)

Upon viewing you and your boss, Doflamingo, get a little too close to one another, Corazon feels the urge to finally state a claim over you. He loves you, and now wants you to understand one thing and one thing only: you belong to him. You are his, completely.

A day is all I need (One-Shot)

Serving as Trafalgar Law's chronicler aboard the Polar Tang, he convinces you to finally cast aside your former love for a man long since passed. In a bid to move on, you find an intriguing figure in the market who bore a striking resemblance to the man who held your heart.

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Pretty Red Ribbon (One-Shot)

After your birthday was ruined last year at the hands of a certain pink-feather-donning, glasses-wearing gentleman who you love to hate, your fellow warlord, Sir Crocodile, gives you a little gift you did not expect to darken your doorstep.

Play Stupid Games Win Stupid Prizes (NSFW 1/2)

Doffy is attempting to gain the upper hand against you. He's longed for you, yearned for you - in his own unique way. Considering you never give in to his flirtatious advances, he takes matters into his own hands and attempts to spike your drink. The problem? Your quick wit and nimble fingers switch whisky glasses with him, causing unforeseen problems that he has no cure for…

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (NSFW 2/2)

Doflamingo has been sending you gifts of flowers and trinkets over your time apart, but he refuses to acknowledge you in public. Attending a gala held at marine headquarters. He attends with two concubines on his arms, and you arrive with your friend on the arm of a marine. Doflamingo attempts to make you jealous, but you decide to play his little game by using his own methods against him. You invite Sir Crocodile to play this little game with you.

She Was Mine (One-Shot)

A new transfer is tasked with guarding Doflamingo as he visits the world government headquarters. Doflamingo becomes intoxicated and reminisces about the love of his life to this new transfer, confessing he still loves her and wants to be with her.

Doflamingo's Childhood Friend (Imagine)

Seat Number Four (One-Shot NSFW)

Mini-fic of what it would be like to be promised to Doflamingo in his youth, only for that bond to sever when Homing defects.

Apologetic Valentine (One-Shot NSFW)

Doflamingo has missed another Valentine's Day alongside anniversaries, holidays, and birthdays. He decides to make it up to you by gifting a variety of presents and indulges in watching you attempt to open it while his hands become a welcome distraction.

You are stuck on an eight hour flight between two gentlemen you have never met before. Unaware of their prior history and dislike for one another, you attempt to relax and watch a new series your friend recommended. The series was a little more raunchy than you had anticipated, and you become a little uncomfortable in your seat between the two attractive men. Doflamingo reassures you your need is nothing to be ashamed of, and he would be more than willing to help you out if you allowed him to teach the younger blonde how to best please you. Doffy x f!reader x Sanji

Teach Me (NSFW One-Shot)

As a Dressrosian concubine, you were accustomed to receiving all kinds of clients. The one you looked forward to the least was Doflamingo. Not because of who he was or what he's done. Simply for one reason. He was bad at sex, and you were bored.

Doflamingo Undergarments (NSFW mini-fic)

Doflamingo walks in on you, his administrative assistant, wearing nothing but his face plastered on your ass.

The Wall (NSFW Dead Dove One-Shot)

Growing tired of concubines and the complexities that arise from hiring them at inconvenient times, Doflamingo has procured an unlikely alternative. Alongside your other duties as house cleaning staff, all members of the maid and wait service takes turns in becoming 'The Wall'. It is your turn.

Happy Birthday Doflamingo (One-Shot)

Donquixote Doflamingo was in his own little world within the warlord meeting at the world government headquarters. Suddenly, an uncommon source reminded him what day it was, and he was left perplexed and pleasantly surprised.

Better than to break tradition (NSFW One-Shot)

Rival ranches, the Donquixote family and your own, find neutral ground after a successful rodeo tournament. Coming to your aid, at the crowning of a cap on your head, you and Doflamingo know far better than to break tradition. (Cowboy au).

Mirror Mirror on the Wall (NSFW One-Shot)

You were more to him than a simple assistant. You were someone who was so explicitly his that he confided everything more than you simply knowing where he was going: but what he was going to do. What he was going to do in this very evening, was show you just how beautiful you were when you watched his fingers slip inside you in front of your bedroom vanity mirror.

Doflamingo x reader x Rosinante

Forge in Gold (Sapsorrow Au)

Two brothers and a young slave girl are bound now by the metalic band atop her unity finger. A spectral ghost, the promises of love, and lies and deceit have the three of them tangle in a bed of lies. There is no happiness to be found at the end of this tale, only sorrow and heartbreak.

Regrets (drabble)

Donquixote Doflamingo is on the sidelines for once, never learning the skill to woo you to the beat of a drum or swell of a melody. Rosinante had, and Doflamingo is regretting that decision.

Between Two Dragons (NSFW Alphabet and mini-fic)

As the bride of Donquixote Doflamingo, it was your role to satisfy your king. He would not allow a single hand to be laid on you other than that of the pure blood of his Donquixote celestial heritage. When Rosinante returned home to the Donquixote Pirates, and expressed interest in you romantically, Doflamingo was the first to suggest a non-conventional unification between the three of you.

Caesar Clown

It's not what it looks like! (NSFW One-Shot)

The ship has taken on a few more guests, the overcrowded Straw-Hat vessel now struggling to accommodate the number. Offering your room to the prisoner, Caesar Clown, you returned to find a sight you were ill-prepared to meet. Caesar had found your secret, and had them over his nose and mouth while chasing his high into his gloved fist.

Misc Drabbles:

You're Angry at the Tall Men: Drabble (One-Shot)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo.

Dreaming of You (Drabble) NSFW

They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Doflamingo, Caesar, Rosinante "Corazon".

#one piece #x reader #donquixote #donquixote brothers #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon

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baileypie-writes · 3 months ago

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I got a little request for Erika from Heartcatch Pretty Cure?

Where she comfort the reader after they got there Heart Flowers stolen by Kumojaki after something hade happened?

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Tell Me!~

Erika Kurumi/Cure Marine + GN!Reader

Fandom: Heartcatch Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 570

Synopsis: After a rough, and rather strange day, your friend, Erika made you tell her your troubles.

Warnings: Reader going through unexplained troubles, pretty short

~Masterlists~

~Heartcatch Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

The memory of whatever happened to you had long since gone. The only thing your mind guaranteed to be true is that something happened at all. And that’s only due to the fact that you had suddenly woken up, all while having no recollection of falling asleep.

That was just another scoop of inconvenience added to the sundae of gloom that represented your entire day so far. If you weren’t as exhausted as you were, you’d probably lash out from how done you were. But for some unexplainable reason, your body felt weighed down. Your heart specifically, as if it had been through something.

Sitting on the grass where you woke up, not having the strength or motivation to get up, you scanned the area around you. You looked for anything that could give a clue as to what happened.

In the distance, though only for a moment, you spotted a suspicious looking man. He was overall unusual, but his most striking feature was his long, red hair. He examined you in a way you couldn’t interpret, before vanishing out of view, almost as if he disappeared out of thin air.

You would’ve followed his trail, but you were too tired. Additionally, you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“(name)!” With great haste, your friend, Erika, made her way over to you. Her school bag swung wildly from its place over her shoulder as she sprinted.

She stopped a few feet in front of you, and knelt down. “What’re you sitting in the grass for?” She asked, placing her hands on her knees. Though unbeknownst to you, she knew exactly why.

“Dunno. I can’t remember. Maybe I passed out? I’m really weirded out right now. And tired.” You said, slouching more and more with every word. Eventually, you just flopped onto your back, limbs spread out like a starfish.

Erika laughed, before throwing her bag down, and lying right next to you in the same position.

The grass was warm from the sun shining down on it. It was soft too, not causing any itching. You both felt you could lay there forever.

“Anything else bothering you?” She asked, staring up at the sky.

“Why do you ask?” You replied, eyes closed.

Erika thought for a moment. She knew what was wrong with you. She just fought a whole battle with a Desertarian made from your heart flower. All the while, it spat your own negative thoughts. But of course, she couldn’t let you know that. So she had to pretend to be clueless.

“I dunno. You just seem upset.” She fibbed.

You just hummed, not giving an actual response.

That didn’t satisfy her. “Hey!” She turned her body to face you. When she saw your closed eyes, she began poking your cheek. “C’mon! Tell me!”

“Hey! Stop it!” You whined, trying to swat her hand away.

But Erika proved determined, as she began using both her pointer fingers. “Not until you tell me!”

“Okay, okay! Fine!”

~~~~

It surprised you at how much better you felt after venting to Erika. She’s a good listener. She listened to you vent about everything that troubled you. She never interrupted, only giving an occasional, short response. It was so comfortable, something you didn’t expect.

The sun was setting now, making you realize how long you’ve been rambling. The once blue sky was now orange and red, causing you to feel even more tired than before.

“Sorry for talking your ear off.” You said with a big sigh.

“Nah. I got what I asked for, didn’t I?” She smiled at you. “Anyways…” She suddenly lunged at you, wrapping both arms around you in a tight hug.

“Uh…” Was the only thing you could muster from her unexpected action.

“It’ll be okay, (name)! I know it’ll get better! And if it doesn’t, you still have me! I’m always here for you. You know that, right?” While overly enthusiastic, her words were still comforting. And her hug never loosened as she spoke.

You chuckled a bit, before hugging her back. “Yeah. Thanks, Erika.”

After releasing you, she sprung to her feel. She picked up her school bag from the ground, and hung it over her arm, before stretching out her other one to you. “I’ll walk you home. Just in case you ‘pass out’ again.”

You rolled your eyes, before taking her hand. With tired, shaky knees, you stood up, thanks to her help. “Okay then.”

~~~~

During the walk home, you relished in the feeling of a light chest. You didn’t realize just how heavy it was until Erika made you spill what troubled you, taking the weight away.

Erika was feeling immense relief herself. She now knew her friend was doing okay, and that you could rely on her when you weren’t. She now had the confidence that your heart flower would stay happy and healthy.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

~~baileypie-writes

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goingmerryfics · 1 year ago

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Hi, would you write some family-fluff with child Law Corazon and reader? 🙏😊🥰 Maybe Cora and his so adopted Law and they celebrate together Laws birthday 🥺

Corazon and S/O celebrating Law’s birthday

Content: GN reader! Some angst, One Piece Spoilers

Notes* Wait this is so cuuuute!! I was so excited to write this that I was writing down ideas while travelling to and from work. Thanks for waiting, enjoy this! Reader is in a relationship with Corazon here.

Corazon & Law

Content w/ spoilers: Cora lives au

You were escapees from the Donquixote Pirates

A year ago when the two of you had met Law, Cora took the both of you when he left to find Law’s Devil Fruit- the cure to his condition

It was a hard journey, full of different emotions

Cora had nearly died at the hands of his brother. It was a good thing you were nearby and were able to help him before it was too late

Since then, the two of you had laid low both from Doflamingo and the Marines and now were just trying to live a normal, day to day life

Just you, your now boyfriend, and your adopted child

One of the things you’d learned was that you were always better with dates than Corazon was. It had taken Law reminding Cora about your birthday for him to realize what day it was, and you remember him coming home late, disheveled, with flowers that hardly had any petals on them, soaked head to toe and yet still somehow on fire

You don’t even remember asking Law when his birthday was, nor do you remember him answering you, but somehow you knew it was coming up soon

So you waited until Law was asleep one night and you were curled up at Corazon’s side to remind him

“Really? So soon?”

You remind him how it’s been about a year since the three of you left his brother’s pirate group and he still seems surprised

He insists that whatever you two decide to do, it has to be special. So you offer the idea of a small surprise party and he loves it

The days leading up to his birthday are the both of you preparing for it. Corazon gets baking supplies so you can make a cake and some decorations, you search around for a gift he would like and end up on some medical textbooks that he’d pointed out at the bookstore a while back

It’s hard to hide- Law is a smart kid and he knows something’s up, but he hasn’t talked about his birthday with you so you’re both sure he’s not into either of you

You really did expect Cora to spill it due to his clumsiness, but the night before your preparations he’s still been able to keep it a secret

His devil fruit helps a lot with the party talk, but you still wait for Law to be asleep to talk about it

The night of, Cora uses his devil fruit so you two can prepare while Law sleeps. You get baking while Corazon struggles puts up the decorations

The two of you wrap the gifts together and leave them on the kitchen table

You’re thankful that the smell of the cake doesn’t wake Law and also that your baking skills are on par enough that the cake is edible

You ice it and write, ‘Happy Birthday, Law’ and then add, ‘Love,’ your name, and then hand the bag to Corazon to put his on, too

You’re hoping Law will understand what ‘Corq’ and a splat will mean after the bag explodes in Corazon’s hands

You make a gross joke about him tasting sweet, share a laugh, then head to bed in excitement

The next day you make sure to wake Corazon up when the sun does to you, knowing Law won’t be awake just yet

He’s groggy at first and it takes some poking, but you eventually get him up and the two of you begin to cook breakfast.

Law gets up some time later and enter the kitchen rubbing his eyes while you and Cora are wiping pancake batter on each other

He sees the birthday decorations and his jaw drops

“Why’d you do this…? I thought you forgot.”

You two turn quickly, and Cora yells out a very late, ‘surprise!’ before the both of you dive down to trap him in a hug

He doesn’t fight it. He’s too busy fighting tears, knowing that even though his parents and sister might be gone, he’s still got a loving family right here

You let him open his gifts right after breakfast. He doesn’t waste a moment opening up the textbooks to start reading

He gives Cora a look at the messy cake, trying to hide a smile at his endearing clumsiness

The entire day is about Law, even if he just wants to read his books you still keep him company

#harleywritesop #one piece #hwop #trafalgar law #harleyasks #op law #law one piece #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon #one piece rosinante #op rosinante #rosinante x reader #donquixote corazon #corazon one piece #corazon x reader #corazon rosinante

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box4brains · 2 months ago

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Some very self-indulgent headcanons about Law…

I’m a manga reader, I’ve only recently (like a couple of years) watched the anime (in the form of reaction content) and in the manga Law has the same dark dot as his pupil that Oda use to draw the overwhelming majority of male characters so at the beginning I always saw Law as having dark eyes. I later was introduced to Laws anime design with his much paler, steely-grey eye color and went “hmm, that’s kinda nice actually…” but I still thought of Law as someone who had dark eyes for the most of the time.

And then I came across that apparently Oda’s eye color on Law is a like a yellow/amber-like color and went “😍” and now it’s my only canon lol.

But it did give me pause, what if Laws eyes actually ARE dark brown, but his much lighter, almost yellowish, colored eyes are a case of contamination from the white lead (he had) and it’s still some left in his eyes to this very day?

The thought of the potential angst is enough to make me swoon (sorry Law, I swear I love you 😅)

Like originally Law was determined to remove it, but he couldn’t just remove it all at once because it would create empty pockets in his eyes and I’m no doctor but I don’t think having air pockets in your eyeballs sound like a good and/or safe thing to have, you know? And every time he’d try remove whatever small amount he could safely remove it would require him to stab himself in the eye like a 100 times to get it out properly and I feel like having a first and second pov of slicing your own eye into tiny teeny slivers would be extremely taxing in the long run. So eventually Law just went “fuck it, I guess I have yellow eyes” and even years later when he definitely knew easier ways to “fix” it he didn’t bother because it wasn’t hurting him or effecting his eyes function. Nor did he want people to question why (and more importantly how) tf he suddenly had a different eye color.

Which leads us unto another hc; namely that Law hid the fact that he had a df for at least a couple of years from the authorities. He wouldn’t use it in fights or in situations where it was at risk of being reported back to the authorities (ie, if he was fighting marines). If he was in a fight he couldn’t win, he’d try running away (and once out of sight, disappear under mysterious circumstances) or get caught and then disappear mysteriously once he got the chance to do so “safely”. In fact, the belief that he didn’t have df abilities saved him and his crew a bunch of times because seaprism stone is both rare and extremely expensive and nobody use it on people who isn’t df users unless they are strong enough to ripp apart steel with their bare hands or something, as it’s one of the stronger materials out there.

I have two hc when it comes to Laws tattoos, well I have a bunch of hc actually but two I want to bring up here; we know Law only had DEATH tattooed on one hand when we first meet him at Sabaody, and due to Oda’s attention to detail and the fact that you can’t see parts of his chest-heart tattoo even when you definitely should, I firmly believe that he doesn’t have it at that time. But I’m also 100% sure that the smiling faces on his chest is Cora-san and is definitely among the first tattoos he got, if not THE first, and this happened at an illegally young age and he got it at the same time he got the sun-looking ones on his arms.

I shouldn’t have to get into the significance of the smiling face and why he’d want it (his own little way of trying to keep Cora-sans promise that they’d travel the world together). Instead I want to focus a little on his arm tattoos.

They don’t seem to have any specific significance to Law (the way a smiling face or the symbol of an heart has) it is however in a very visible spot if you, let’s say, are waking up after sleeping. In other words, it’s an immediate reminder that he’s cured in case his sleepy eyes are seeing white spots on his skin… something I imagine would be very traumatic to Law; for even one second believing that he’s back in time, slowly dying in one of the most horrific ways possible.

Law is the only pirate to offer severance pay if someone wants to leave his crew. He insists it’s because it’s the logical thing to do and not because he’s kind or anything like that. It’s just enough money to last them a couple of days/a week or so and it’s just so that they don’t have to desperately take a bad job that exploit them in a time of need. He’ll also let them come with if they don’t want to stay on whatever island they are on (they do however need to work for food and board). He insists that it’s because he has no use for them if they don’t want to follow his orders and sticking around because they don’t want to risk starvation or a shittier job isn’t what he wants so it in everybody’s best interest to make sure that if someone wants to leave, it’s as easy as possible.

Law’s love language is being a little shit. It’s also pushing people away out of fear of losing them. But after that it’s being a little shit and taking care of them. As such Laws crew is extremely spoiled.

Law has issues with being touched. It’s a combination of internalizing how people viewed him as a child (as something dirty, a plague), the excruciating pain he was in constantly and how being touched only made it worse and the who knows how many hours he lay in a pile of bodies to escape Flevance.

The last part is also why he is difficult with smells and likes grilled fish over grilled meat.

There’s a reason why Ikkaku is the only girl on the crew, and it’s because the Tang is mostly communal. There are curtains on her bunk bed and for one of the showers in the shower room, but she has no room for herself as the Tang lack the space (Law has used all the space to turn the ship/sub into a mobile hospital) and most girls/women don’t agree to that arrangement.

Law never threaten to kick his crew out, he will however remind them that they are free to leave if they don’t want to follow him. He does however threaten to chop them up, and his worst threat is to be “crated”, which is when he chops someone into pieces and store them in a box or a crate or something similar. And that will be for several days if you’re unlucky… he has used it on other people, and his crew are not willing to risk it so him telling them something like “if you do x, I will crate you” it pretty much guarantees that they won’t.

Law finds it amusing to get carried by his crew and will let them carry him across streams or shallow rivers as long as they can do it without getting him wet/dirty. It started with Law being a brat towards Shachi and Penguin, often cheekily demanding one of them carry him across as to not get dirty or ruin his shoes. It is one of the only times Law is okay with being touched outside of the Tang and it’s highly popular and the ones that are capable will quite literally trip over themselves in their haste to offer (and get the honor) to carry Law across 🤣

#trafalgar law #heart pirates #headcanon #trafalgardwaterlaw #late night ramblings

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How to play pranks on your Annoying Fish Monster Roommate (5+1)

Pairing: Seb.as.tian Sol.ace x Reader (Platonic / Romantic)

NSFW DNI

Notes: I've always wanted to try the 5+1 format- If you aren't familiar with it its when something happens 5 times within a fic and 1 thing to contrast the many things previously established. It really fun!

Also fishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishman

No idea if this is turning into its own AU now- I'm probably gonna make a masterpost for this bugger-

Summary: 5 times the expendable annoyed Sebastian and the one time he got them back

Warnings: Soft/Safe vore, Hurt/Comfort. A little hint at flirting in one of the parts (Its a joke dw), A very angry and annoyed fish man, mild swearing, brief mention to trauma etc

Inspired by @/Curledwithin 's Headcanons- I'm scared to tag them-

Words: 7.9K +

Scribbling down the lines without much thought, the sketch of a humanoid figure on the page. They’d yet to decide on who’d become another one of the many masterpieces they’d made thus far. Perhaps it would be another addition to the ever-growing collection of Sebastian doodles they hid within their desk out of view so that he wouldn’t find out about their hobby.

They’d try drawing off memory as a reference for old cartoon shows. Which proved to be rather mundane or simply not up to par as the human mind wasn’t always reliable. It always looked off to them, unsure of themselves as something wasn’t quite right yet they couldn’t determine what it was.

With communications cut off, including access to the luxury that was the internet. They were left with nothing besides the dull marine biology books plastered around or the monotonous documents that served their purposes. It was nice to pass the time in the beginning but now, it never wielded such results.

As the self-proclaimed expert in marine biology after reading every single book in their arsenal, though those weren’t the only subjects they were versed in after reading book after book. Some with facts of science others were business and finance. If they got out of Blacksite, they’d know how to start a business.

They couldn’t determine if that was either a good thing or a bad thing.

Drawing had become a recent pass time for them, an indulgence. But after so much time, they procrastinated more and more until simply trying to finish their current sketch was infuriating as it wasn’t right!

Their attempt at curing their ailment of boredom proved subpar, nothing. Their mind went blank as they could hardly think, a blockage within their head as any attempt at properly thinking only got them in a pit of frustration. Repeatedly they tried to draw a line, only to falter further. Hesitation in their next step as their fingers shook with the graphite pencil in their grip.

“Fucking-... DAMN IT!”, the pencil sent flying against the wall. Colliding with the metallic surface of a wall as it banged against it, only to helplessly fall to the floor. The paper sketch gripped within their hand crunched and scrambled in pain as it was carelessly folded into a ball, and thrown onto the floor in a litter.

It didn’t even look like him.

Whenever the documents Sebastian collected proved to be utter nonsense, he’d hand over the paper for them to use if they wished. For them, a gift. To him, something to get rid of clutter that he didn’t need. Mutual exchange as he’d say. And it was an act of kindness they rarely saw from him in contrast to his attitude most of the time.

They had even found a dusty old notebook that was empty, filled with horizontal lines of writing paper. It had become personal to them, acting like a sketchbook, journal and memories of their time within Blacksite. Something to look back on whenever they felt down or wanted to remember positive things during a rough patch. It kept them sane down there.

With a look of solemnness, they turned to a random page. Only to land on a specific one they were fond of. It was a harmless prank they played on Sebastian, using a camera��s flash they’d found and using it to blind him. It wasn’t as bad as a flash beacon, yet still pretty bright. It startled him enough that they managed to get a picture of his reaction.

A chuckle escaped them as they remembered the ramifications of their actions, caught mere seconds later of taking the photo and forced down into their “Time-out spot”. As Sebastian called it.

Only to get struck with a shock of inspiration…

<...>

Turns out their knowledge of marine biology proved to be rather useful for plotting their silly shenanigans. They could hardly hold their composure as they wanted to bawl over in laughter at their heinous idea.

It wasn’t just horrible, it was genius.

Gripping the bottle in their hand, containing acetic acid within. A strong scent of citrus and acid stung the top of the lid in a putrid aroma, a smell reminiscent of the outer seas or maybe even the welcoming smell of a British chip chop.

A common condiment often acquainted with fries or chips to flaunt the taste of a salty combination. A salty sour taste, some enduring the taste out of distaste with nothing left to eat after hitting a pub or just enjoying the delectable cuisine.

It also proved essential in their survival, especially for cleaning off blood in their blood without access to laundry. With due diligence even tending to Sebastian’s clothing whenever he was too bothered not to wash his clothes. Complaining about the smell of it afterwards as he hated the smell.

To be more specific, it was fucking vinegar.

They’d learnt through much pestering that Sebastian was composed of differing sealife DNAs, including one of which was a sea snake. Snakes absolutely loathed the stench of vinegar as it messed with their sense of smell, perhaps even their organs at times.

Which made it all the more perfect.

Opening the cap, they began to generously dose the vinegar in areas tended to sleep or interact with, especially in the corner where he maintained his shop. Not only that but, just to spite him. They poured some of it on his belongings, careful not to ruin his electronics as they only dripped a small drop on the items.

They snickered in mischief, feeling like an arsonist as it was dunked around the room like gasoline, yet to light the flames of Sebastian’s fury, the matchstick being the trigger as he entered the room.

Standing proudly in front of the results with their hands on their hips, the prank was in full completion. They inhaled the smell, holding back a grimace as it attacked their nostrils. It was a strong stench, even for them as they could pick up on it in the corner of the room they kept safe from the vinegar.

It was definitely going to work.

They waited for his return, passing the time with another book of humdrum. Flipping the paper pages in disinterest, they practically scanned the book for pictures rather than for the text within. A book they’d read a couple of times at that point

Sat down upon their throne of victory, a crate that acted as their sofa whenever they dwelled in the room of Sebastian’s company. A hard surface against their back as they struggled with a sore pain from sitting down on hard surfaces for so long. More than accustomed to it at that point.

As if on cue, they heard the clanging of metal as a heavyweight crawled through, complaining as it struggled with the pressure and movement it was made to endure. The man of the hour pushed his head from the vent, pulling himself up into a standing posture. A bag holstered over his shoulder.

They watched as his eyes widened in a look of shock, the smell flooding his senses as his ears flared up in confusion as he wearily scanned the room for whatever it was that attacked his sensations.

A large forked tongue poked out from the gaps of his teeth, quizzically tasting the air as he tried to figure out what the stench was. Only to recoil in disguise as it worsened, the odour so bad to him that he physically revolted.

He knelt over, holding the lower half of his face as he tried to block out the stench. One of his hands gripped the wall for balance as he was hit with a wave of nausea. Holding back an urge as he heaved, on the verge of vomiting as his body could hardly manage to combat the odour.

A low hissing sound escaped his will, constant as his instinct flared in reaction to the fragrance of vinegar. A look of disgust on his face, sneering as he clenched his teeth shut to shelter his tongue that had been assaulted.

They hid their reaction with a book, biting back laughter as they barely held themselves together. The smile threatened to throw over their facade, their eyes met with the book in their hands. Welcoming the delight of the situation as they feigned interest in the media in front of them.

A voice called out to them, speaking their name with spitting venom as he looked at them with a look of bitterness. Muffled despite its loud volume, thanks to the hands blocking his means of speech.

They hummed thoughtfully, slowly turning their gaze to him in a look of faux perplexion. Innocent in their demeanour they gently put the book aside on the crate, looking over at Sebastian in a facade of worry and concern.

“You okay there?”, they asked with a small voice. Pretending, they looked over him in confusion, trying to figure out why he reacted in such a way. Walking over as they reached out a hand to his shoulder, trying to reassure Sebastian that they were there for him.

He removed the hands covering his mouth as he opened it to talk, only to be audibly wrenching in displeasure. Wincing as he bit it down, looking up at them in a scowling pout. Heaving in his breathing as it hindered him, overwhelming him.

“Why does everything smell like-... FUCKING VINEGAR?”, he shrieked as he rose his voice. Angry as to why everything smells like something he absolutely loathed, hatred in his gaze as flicked his tail in an irritated manner.

“Oh!- I’m sorry!- I forgot… I just wanted to clean up some of the blood in my bedding- I didn’t realise it was that bad! Shit- I forgot how sensitive your nose was… I’ll try and find something to stop the smell…”.

They quickly retreated in a panicked stupor, little did he know that their little “mistake” wasn’t as innocent as it displayed, many things hidden behind the surface. As he would soon find out their intentions in due time.

<...>

Their little prank had been an outstanding success! Ever since the vinegar incident, the stench remained for the following days. Sebastian could barely cope as he bit into a chocolate bar or simply yawned. He glared at them for the rest of the day but didn’t once retaliate since the accident.

They had to grab a softer-scented bottle of Febreeze for Sebastian to spray around the room. Intoxicating the room with a rich fragrance to contrast the smell of putrid acid in his room. And eventually, it only came as the occasional whiff from an item he missed. It hurt their lungs but it was worth it!

They had confessed their crime to PAInter later that day, only to get a lecture that they shouldn’t have done that otherwise it would’ve pissed off Sebastian. But, he did also get a good laugh out of it like they did.

Their next plot struck them in a cord of intellect when they stumbled upon a ridiculously large speaker in a supply closet. It looked a little banged up, coated in a layer of dust as it had been left abandoned within the cramped space for a long time.

That’s when they had their next idea…

Sebastian had many things in his arsenal, including a gun. Often wielding it for emergencies in order to save the bullets, but it wasn’t just that. He had impeccable hearing thanks to his heightened senses, which was a virtue on many fronts as it allowed him to smell, hear or see things from a large distance.

But, that also made them incredibly sensitive. Another reason he hardly used his gun was that they really hurt his hearing when shot, deafening him in his vulnerability for a while as he recovered.

They weren’t going to shoot his gun though, that wouldn’t be the wisest choice. So, what better than a speaker? It wasn’t as loud as a bullet but it was boisterous enough for the use in their plans.

Fortunately, PAInter had managed to access a file of various audios that they’d gone through together earlier that day. Many of them were old logs from workers within Blacksite, yet they weren’t particularly interesting or useful.

Except one.

The two of them had managed to find gold, a needle within a haystack. Perfection. An utter masterpiece for the ears to hear. A catchy tune that everyone could dance to, PAInter even loved it, putting it onto a playlist for them both to enjoy.

Nothing else could compare to the emotion, the words, the beauty behind such a work. It was the little theme that played in the Blacksite elevators when in use, just to distract the occupants from the monsters outside the door as it forced them to dance along and forget their worries.

And now, it was about to take another victim into its arms.

Sebastian, the dearest fish man. Slept on the floor in his coiled curled form, his head atop his tail as he relaxed in a deep sleep. Usually, it was routine for them to use him as their personal warm bed as they’d cuddle up next to his tail or sometimes even within him if it was a particularly cold night.

He let out soft snores in his sleep, drool escaping his jaws as it flooded with saliva. His hair tangled from his ruffling, a sheet of cloth draped over his shoulders in a makeshift blanket as Urbanshade never owned proper bedding for their subjects.

He was calm and vulnerable. The one time he let down his guard around them, he openly displayed his affection in spite. Joking with one another as they talked about whatever came to their mind. Keeping them safe within his coils, protecting them as they too were left out in the open. Despite all his sulk and facades, he was a good soul.

And now, they were going to torture it.

They had refused to sleep much to his annoyance, delaying it until he eventually gave up and fell asleep to their advantage. In addition to looting and carrying the heavy speaker on their back throughout the halls of Blacksite, it lay at their feet at the ready.

Plugging in the audio jack from the speaker into their laptop, holding back a snicker as they opened the inbuilt media player, Hovering the cursor over the play button, turning back to Sebastian in for certainty that he was indeed asleep.

Pressing the button, they waited as it loaded up for a moment as it required the components of the computer to load rather than the use of the internet. Only to pause as they didn’t hear the song, despite it playing on their laptop.

Turning towards the speaker in confusion, wondering if it was broken due to the state they found it in. Looking over the panel, they realised they hadn’t even turned the speaker on in the first place. Flicking the switch towards on, it blasted in volume.

They flinched from the sudden increase in volume, the loudness hurting their ears as they were far too close to the speaker for comfort. Holding their ears with their hands as they adjusted to the amplification of sound.

The sleeping beauty, the prince dreaming of sleep. The victim had awoken to their shenanigans from the rowdy noise, his half-lidded groggy eyes stared down at them in a somewhat state of alertness and anger.

His breathing was heavy as if he’d been startled, holding a hand to his holstered belt. He had nearly instinctively grabbed his gun as he realised it had simply been only the two of them in the room.

His fanged teeth held together in a toothy frown, evidence of his dislike of the circumstances as he glared at both the speaker and them. His tail flicked in anger, evident in his irritated state. Audibly growling, muffled due to the speaker but if they picked up on it. The growling was hostile as he prepared to strike.

He rose from his cocoon, looking down on them in a gaping shadow as he loomed over them. The soft glow of his eyes combined with the light of his angler barely shone the burrow between his browline, raising an arm in preparation to strike down on… them?

They braced, bringing their arms towards their face as they leaned away. A pitiful attempt at a dodge as they prepared to be hit by the impact of his fist. Instead of them though, there was another victim.

The speaker met his blow, smashing it like a compressor as it was squished in a metallic crunch into a shell of its former self. Sparks sent flying from the device as it was torn apart in a mere punch from Sebastian. A declaration of strength, a means of intimidation.

He flicked his hand as if wiping away the dirt on his hands or an attempt to wipe away the pain as he crunched metal with his fist. They weren’t sure as he continued to growl despite the destruction of the device.

He turned to them with a look of disappointment and rage, grabbing the scruff of their collar as he brought them towards his face in warning. They were left in shock and awe of the circumstances, fearful yet amazed at his strength.

“Don’t. Do that. Again.”, those four words were enough for them to understand the assignment given to them. To which they responded with a series of quick nods, not wanting the confrontation in front of them as they leaned away. Trying to escape from it all.

He grumbled as they did so, exhausted and annoyed, they’d certainly managed to piss him off well enough. But he took a moment to breathe, seemingly calming down just a bit as the hand that held them let go. His face turned to plain tiresome exhaustion.

“Why did you do that?”, irritated in his tone as he eyed them down in suspicion under his lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open.

“Accident…”, they answered with a hint of regret and hesitancy. suddenly found themselves regretting the idea of their prank. A look of guilt on their face as they looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. Clutching a hand within another, squishing the limb to ease the stress that suddenly enveloped them.

He only sighed, turning towards the screen of the laptop as he folded the screen gently. Casting the room in darkness, with the only light of his angler remaining. The only view was his face as it still frowned, yet they were met with a look of softness in his eyes.

With one of his hands, he tugged at their tangle of hands until his hand enveloped one of them in full. Giving it a tender squeeze of reassurance, gentle in consideration as he held onto them. His main pair of arms enveloped their waist as he picked them off the ground.

Coiling up into his original position, grabbing their folded bedding that lay onto a crate. Smothering them in a blanket as he threw it on top of them, ruffling their hair as he let go of the hold. Only to shove a pillow in their face, demanding that they were to fall asleep there. They surrendered, tucking themselves in and making themselves comfortable.

Maybe they should lower the volume of their pranks, literally.

<...>

The next morning, they awoke to a sense of loneliness and unwavering warmth. Opening their eyes felt heavy as if something weighed them down, inhaling from their nose proved to be stuffy with blockage.

They could hardly determine what they were feeling, whether they were hungry or sick with vomit. Their throat quenched with thirst, drier than a dessert. It felt as though it was made of sandpaper, not only that but the headache they had threatened to crack and break their skull from how bad it was pounding.

Their cheeks flushed with unbearable heat, yet their body shivered with cold. Their joints ached with pain as they attempted to move, wincing upon opening their eyes to the blinding light that attacked their eyes.

They heard a voice call out to them, repeatedly hurriedly speaking their name in murmurs. With the weight of their body dragging behind them, they managed to sit up and turn towards whoever was calling their name.

“Oh, thank god! You’re awake!-”, someone's voice spoke up from the buzzing of their ears, barely audible as they sighed in relief. Tilting their head in confusion, they approached the source in a flimsy crawl. The voice got louder as they were finally able to hear, their mind realising it was PAInter within their daze.

“Hellooo…. I’m awake… Where’s Sebby?...”, their speech was drawn out in a slurring manner. Their voice hoarse in almost a whisper as they barely managed a murmur, croaky as they hardly got the question out.

“Uh- You, okay there?- You don’t look too good- Also, Sebastian went out to get some stuff to fix you up.”, they sounded worried in their tone of voice. They let out a long yawn as they sipped their eyes in an attempt to clear up the weight and dust in them. The only thought on their mind was to take a painkiller or two.

They propped their body up against the crate where their laptop sat, crossing their arms as a makeshift cushion to balance their head. Whilst also sheltering their eyes from the light that came with it, blinding them. They felt like shit as if they were dying.

“Blub…Blub blub blub- blub…”, they deemed that a decent enough reply. Not holding the energy to keep up with the conversation PAInter was trying to have with them. Their delirious state barely kept up with his talk, only thinking of fish at that moment. For whatever reason it was, they had no idea either. But, they really wanted to fish. Just fish.

“Blub… Blub blub??”, PAInter responded in the same speech as them, as if attempting to converse in a language of nonsense. Evidently, they were confused as to why they’d respond with fish sound effects.

“Blub… blu blub blub blub-”, they were soon having an in-depth conversation about numerous serious topics troubling them in their now sudden language of the speech of fishes, repeatedly going with the same word or sound. ‘Blub’.

It was just a constant thing, neither of them stopping as they continued in their conversation. It was a truly insightful, resolution-breaking speech between two sentient beings. Wiping their forehead, they were drenched in sweat, yearning for sleep but not wanting to pull away from the interesting talk with PAInter.

Only for it to be cut off from the palm that gently pressed into their forehead, the touch was cold; Pleasant in contrast to the pounding headache that made their head swell with ache, it soothed their pain ever so slightly.

They leaned into the touch, perhaps a little too much as a hand gripped their shoulder and they were nearly sent flying forward. Nuzzling into the hand as it smothered them in a tender touch, allowing them to relax into the hand.

“Sheesh- You’re hot…”, the voice of Sebastian commented, his hand withdrawing from their forehead from the rising temperature of their forehead. They’d gotten sick in the night, developing a fever in the process. Reacting far too late to prevent it to the stage it's gotten to, only able to treat it as it was and hope that it’d get better.

Admittedly, he was worried about them.

He wasn’t an expert in telling temperature but they were boiling, probably far too hot than the recommended amount. Yet, he couldn’t risk taking the blanket away from their shoulders in case it caused them more shivering. It was the only comfortable thing he could use as well.

“Thank you-....”, they replied in a slurred manner. Responding to his prior statement he quickly realised all too quickly that they interpreted it as a compliment. His face flushed in embarrassment suddenly, hoping they wouldn’t take notice of it in their state. They’d probably make fun of him for such a thing.

“T-That isn’t what I meant!- Moron-...”, he stumbled on his words slightly but managed to keep himself together. Turning his attention towards a pouch on his tail, picking up a packet of Paracetamol into his hand. Finding them in an old infirmary in his search for supplies to treat them with.

He wasn’t going to risk them taking the pills themselves, they could hardly hold themselves up. Let alone take the pills on their own. With the one hand keeping them stable, holding the pills between his fingertips as the other held a bottle of water.

“Open your mouth.”, he commanded with haste, watching as it took them a moment to process his request and comply. He shook his head at their condition, wondering how they kept up with themselves in such a state. Gently placing the pills on their tongue, tilting their head up as he gently handed them the bottle of water.

They understood quite quickly, taking the bottle from his hand as they greedily gulped down the water alongside the pillows. Letting out a sigh of relief as they did so, only to go for another drink to clench their thirst.

Once they’d finished, they yawned in exhaustion. Leaning their weight towards Sebastian as he caught them, he realised that they were going to need the rest in order to recover. He moved them into a more comfortable lying position, propping their head onto his lap to act as a substitute for their abandoned pillow.

“What were you guys doing?”, he found himself asking the question to PAInter. As soon as he’d gotten back, the two of them were just making fish noises towards one another. It was a sight to behold.

“Here I thought you were fluent in the art of the dialect of fish! And here you are, a fish man! Wow-”, PAInter dramatised their speech in an odd attempt at a British accent. Drawing a pose on the monitor with arms raised to his digital face. Wait- was that an avatar?

Not quite in the mood for jokes, he rolled his eyes as he growled in a low volume. PAInter seemed to get the message as they quickly erased the painting they’d worked on. Only giggling in response as Sebastian worked through the tangled mess of hair atop the expendable head.

Thus concluding the third prank, if that counted to their toll.

<...>

About a day or two later, their fever had fortunately broken in thanks to Sebastian’s constant nagging. As they made progress towards recovery, they found themselves in a tiny mood for mischief, at minimum a small prank.

And they weren’t looking forward to another prank that involved something that might scare him again. Seeing Sebastian that angry wasn’t a friendly sight, it was frightening to even think about. Luckily, he accepted their apology afterwards.

“It’s fine- Just don’t do any of that bullshit again.”, he responded to them after they profusely apologised, a small smile on his face as he leaned forward as he ruffled their tangled hair, causing a worse mess for them to work through. They took it as a promise, nodding in agreement. Only to usher them to feel soon after.

And they weren’t a person who broke their promises. Most of the time.

They were forced into bedrest, under the watchful eye of PAInter as Sebastian went to do something productive. They didn’t remember what he said about what he was going to do but it was probably something involving their sickness. They groaned audibly as they weren’t even allowed to get up from the floor and stretch out in case they collapsed.

PAInter refused to even let them budge an inch, yet their joints were stiff with soreness. Even as they stretched, it wasn’t enough to get their muscles moving. They really needed the movement, at least for a small walk or something.

They were left behind with only their thoughts for company.

So, they decided the best course of action was to roll across the floor. Barrel rolling like a crocodile with a pillow in their grasp. PAInter quickly became alerted to their movement, looking down at them with a scribbled frown.

“HEY!- You’re not supposed to be moving!”, he chastised them in the form of a lecture. They rolled their eyes, ceasing their movements as they let out the loudest, grumpiest, annoying groan they could muster in a long drawn-out breath until their lungs eventually gave up.

They decide to ignore PAInter’s commands, standing off the floor as they stretch, joints cracking under the new pressure, withering away the soreness as a yawn escapes them, suddenly feeling more awake and energetic.

Not feeling in full condition but enough to do some things, whatever those things were. Looking around the place, Sebastian was quite the mess at times, leaving files littered on the ground. He often left his comb, rubbish, bedding and whatever was left over on his plate because he couldn’t be bothered to clean it up.

Don’t get them started on whenever he sheds, that was a catastrophe to clean up.

So, being caring and productive as they were. They began cleaning the mess left behind, much to the complaints of PAInter who tried earnestly to get their attention. Only for them to poke their tongue out childishly in response to his nagging.

Folding the sheets he used as makeshift blankets, topped on top of a crate in a neat pile. Their dirty laundry including their sickly bedding was tossed aside for them to tackle later. Piling up rubbish into a random crate with nothing in it, to dispose of in one of the random bins throughout the facility.

They even dedicated the time to organise his little mess of documents in data in order of files to a mountain of storage drives.

“You really shouldn’t be moving like this!- You should be resting!- You can’t possibly combat the infection in your body without sufficient energy!- If you were to use it up, you could end up even worse than before!- Oh gods- Sebastian is going to dismantle me!-”, PAInter panicked in their fumbling speech, if they were human. They’d be the embodiment of a stuttering mess.

“Relax- He isn’t going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it- Also I’m fine- It’s only a little bit of cleaning and besides I’m practically done”, and they were done. Besides the laundry, that was a task for their future self, not the current tense.

That’s when they got an idea, they remembered their little fever dream of speaking fish with their companion. And what better than some wordplay, especially along the lines of the fish category? It was harmless and probably funny.

Perhaps even punny.

Grabbing a bottle of water and the medication they’d found on the floor. They popped a pill from the seal and swallowed it down, giving an ample amount of water with it. Grabbing some of the laundry into their hands, they began to fold it away into a neater pile for easier transportation later.

Only to hear the man of the hour arrive back in time, he looked tired as he leaned forward with an arched back. He quickly took notice that they were up and running compared to the state they were in earlier. He stared down at them after scanning the room, deadpan as if he wasn’t very impressed by the recent cleaning they’d done.

He didn’t bother asking either of them what happened. Far too used by their little schemes up to that point. He began to unpack all of the items he’d garnered including some medical supplies, refills of water, flash beacons, batteries and the like.

“Water are you doing?”, they asked with feigned curiosity as to his recent business. Standing up, they inspected a bag left untouched by his moving hands. Reaching out a hand towards it, only for it to be snatched by his.

“Don’t. Touch. It’s tonight's dinner.”, without the ability to see or touch whatever was housed within the sack. They sniffed at the contents, only to be met with a stench of salt and oceanic algae. Not only that but it looked as though there was a wet patch at the bottom of the pouch, concluding that it was likely fish in association to the word food.

“That was a little shallow of you- Are you okay? Shorely you’re not feeling under the weather too?”, they raised a hand towards his face. Only for it to be pushed away by him, his eyes looking down at them in suspicion.

“I’m fine- Why are you up anyway? I told PAInter to make sure you rest-”, he eyed down the suspect in question. Raising an eyebrow in intrigue at the subject before the three of them, PAInter visibly sweated with animated droplets on his face.

“Uhh- I tried to get them back to sleep but they wouldn’t listen to me…”, it spoke with honesty and truth. They knew not to cross paths with Sebastian, or test the waters so to speak as they refused to lie to someone they saw as family.

“What? I was just trying to kelp out!”, they exclaimed with their hands above their head to exaggerate their words. Only to be met with the collective glares of both Sebastian and PAInter with the same frown, one thing they had in common besides the escape of Blacksite was how annoying their companion could be.

“I’m going to break every bone in your body if you don’t stop.”, he threatened in a dry tone of voice. PAInter joined in on the threat by drawing a picture of their face with Xs over the place that should’ve been their eyes.

Motherfuckers. They weren’t gonna give up that easily.

“Oh come on! You guys would be bonely without me-”, they were cut off as Sebastian tackled them with full force. Dragging them to the fall with him as he held them down, feeling them squirm and struggle under the pressure as he laid down atop them.

“I AM NOT DONE!- I HAVE A SKELE-TON OF JOKES IN MY ARSENAL! I’M VERY HUMERUS!- IT’S YOU GUYS WHO DON’T HAVE A FUNNY BONE! COME AT ME- I BET YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS! I’M NEVER GONNA RUN OUT EVEN IF I’M BONE-DRY”.

He held them there for about an hour or two.

<...>

They grumbled under their breath, pressing their head as their cheek squished against the solid cold surface. They had been dragged across the entirety of Blacksite into a small cafeteria that Sebastian had found, equipped with the luxury of an inbuilt electric stove and plenty of pots and pans. It even had the leisure of a spice rack!

Sebastian watched over the pot on top of the stove, watching the water boil as bubbles burst from the influx of heat at the bottom of the pot. A ladle in one hand as he tasted his culinary expertise, sprinkling a dash of salt if necessary.

In the other laid the skin and bones of deceased fish, stripped of their outer coating and bone structure for the flesh within. Snacking on the delights of raw fish, the crunch of bone on his teeth.

He had called the dish, Sebastian’s special stew. A dish composed of whatever tinned vegetables he found in the cabinets, carrots and peas. A can of chopped tomatoes and water for the base, and whatever fish he found whilst hunting during his swim earlier that day.

Turns out he went swimming out in the inner cavern that shrouded some of Blacksite and with his strength. He managed to chase and hunt down the stray fish that happened to be too slow for the rest of their school. A liability to their survival and more importantly Sebastian’s dish. He actually seemed really happy about it.

He actually wanted to make them a stew to help them feel better, and what better than homemade fish soup? The sound of it didn’t sound disgusting at all! Yet, they couldn’t really afford to be fussy with food down in the depths of Blacksite.

“...Could you pass the pepper from the cabinet up there?”. He called out their name nonchalantly, which had been a massive improvement from expendable or human since they’d bonded. Pointing towards the cupboard that contained the spice rack inside of it. They whined with a huff but stood up otherwise, walking towards the container.

Upon opening the small door on top of their tiptoes, they spotted something that caught their eye. A devious scheme came to mind as they grabbed the small bottle into their hand, hiding it in a pocket as they picked up the pepper shaker with it.

“Thanks-”, he was about to pour the dosage of spice into the soup. Only to pick up a pungent scent coming off the container, a drop of the contents spilling into the soup much to his dismay. He growled in a low snarl at them for what they had done, the betrayal in his eyes evident as it was revealed what was in his beloved soup.

Cinnamon. Another stench happened to mess with his senses, gently placed the spice back down onto the container as he eyed them with a look of bewilderment. Only for them to hand him the proper condiment he was looking for originally.

He gripped a strand of their hair as it tugged them towards him, careful not to rip it out of their scalp. He glared at them down with a hiss, displeased by their actions as he opened his mouth in a widened manner. They let out a pout as they leaned back, preparing to be shoved inside.

A hand gripped their shoulder, hindering their movement and chances of escape. Preparing for the inevitable time out they were about to face for roughly the next couple of hours. Waiting with bated breath as the tongue came closer to their face, taking in their taste as it dragged over their cheek. Drool dripped from the side of the cheek as it clung to the skin of their face.

He chuckled upon seeing them seize up and halter, pulling away from their personal space as he returned his attention was drawn back towards the soup. Picking up a small bottle of oregano and pouring just a little extra into the soup to combat the taste of oregano.

“You remind me of my siblings at times-... I used to cook for them whenever our parents weren’t home… They’d always try and “help” out with my cooking- Trying to pour hot chocolate into the pasta sauce I was making!…”, he reminisced with nostalgia, a look of sorrow on his face as he remembered happier times of his human life.

He must really miss his family…

They didn’t respond, their expression soft as they stood there next to him. Listening in case he wanted to talk about it some more, yet he didn’t utter another word as he looked conflicted. A mix of hatred, regret, sadness, anger, and happiness all at once. He looked as though he wanted to cry.

Their hands wrapped around his waist, holding him close as they mustered all their strength into a strong hug. Trying to comfort him in a warm embrace despite their small stature, he turned to them with a soft smile as it appeared to have worked.

One of his hands clung to their backside, rubbing it in an up-and-down motion as he returned the hug. Maybe they were trying to reassure them in return, or maybe it was just a gesture of his gratitude.

“I’m fine- Don’t you worry…”, his hand retracted from their back towards the top of their scalp, ruffling the locks between his fingers as he let another chuckle escape his lips. A look of softness in his eyes.

Not too long after he finished his culinary masterpiece, the two of them sat at one of the many tables in the cafeteria. Sebastian hardly managed on the cramped metal seat but managed to sit down to eat the food. The food looked really nice actually, with the spices and vegetables to disguise the smell of the fish.

After hesitating after a bite, they plunged the bite into their mouth. Preparing for the urge to spit out the fish from their mouth, only for it to taste really good. A squeal of delight escaped them from the rich taste, surprised that it worked so well together.

Sebastian watched as they helped themselves bite for bite, only to realise that they’d quickly finished their dish. They looked around aimlessly as if they wondered where the food had gone, a smile on his face as he realised they liked his cooking.

Picking up their bowl, pouring another scoop of stew into the bowl as they handed it back to them. The two of them enjoy the moment between each other. He couldn’t help but notice how much they ate, a little concerned over the gesture but he never withdrew the food. Content that they were eating a full meal for once.

<...>

A day later, they fully recovered from the fever they’d endured. Strolling the halls of Blacksite, book in hand with the text of pages gripped tight to their chest. Returning from their secluded spot after having retreated to the room for some privacy.

A yawn escaped them, tired from having to clean out the laundry with whatever cleaning supplies they could find. Using their hand and sponge to scrub out the stains had somehow gotten into the fabric.

It took some time, but they were spotless afterwards. After many events throughout the past week, they asked PAInter to take some pictures from the security feed for them to remember in their scrapbook.

They’d written each little “prank” they’d done within the journal. PAInter suggested adding a couple of their comments for the book of remembrance. A memorabilia for them to look back on with nostalgia.

Making their way back towards Sebastian’s little shop, crawling through the metallic shaft that was the entrance vent. Difficulty in their crawl with one hand to push themselves forward as the other held their beloved book.

As they entered, preparing to announce their return to their companions. They were met with the complete pitch-black darkness of the room, with no sense of voice or electricity with the poor light of the room. They knew Sebastian liked the darkness but it was never that bad that they could never see anything.

Something was wrong.

Pulling out from the vent, they called out in a desperate cry to hear their companions. Worried as to where they’d gone, wanting to know their whereabouts. Only for the shadows to envelope their figure in a dark embrace.

“Sebby!- PAI?- Are you guys here? Where-”, anxiety hit them in a sudden wave. Their breathing was hindered as they felt a weight on top of their lungs, their eyes scanning around for any sign of movement. Clutching the book tighter as if it were a lifeline.

They were cut off by their own scream as something roughly grabbed the collar of their shirt. Lifting them from the ground as they kicked out from the scare, trying to get their feet back onto the ground as they struggled in the sudden grip.

Wielding the book in their hands, they began to wildly attack whatever held them so mercilessly. Trying to fight off the attacker with the book as their sword and shield. Only for it to be thrown out of their grip with a small grip of the monster.

Unable to see, they tried slipping away with rapid movement, trying to squeeze their way out of the hold. Only for something wet to drip atop their head, feeling the liquid fall from the hair down to the drop below.

They looked up to see glowing blue eyes, a soft yellow light flickering in front of them. Their eyes widened as they witnessed fate befall them, their panic turned to a sombre deadpan stare as they accepted the reality of what was about to happen.

The tongue drew a line across their face, coating the skin in a thick drool as the creature- Sebastian tasted them. His open maw creased upwards at the sides, a big smile on his face as he noticed their grimace at the gesture.

Shoving their head inwards, gulping down as he licked at their form. Enjoying their delectable taste with ravenous intent as he greedily swallowed them into his empty belly. With a couple of gulps sending down to his stomach, hissing in delight at the meal.

His tail flicked happily as he pressed his finger to his throat, feeling the weight pass by until his little human landed with a plop into his stomach. A purr escaped him as he felt their movements, hands pressing down on them as they settled in.

They were met with the soft surface of velvet walls of his stomach, the walls cocooning around them in a welcoming hug as it accepted its new “meal”. The walls pressed down on them as Sebastian rubbed circles into their space, soothing them into the space that was himself.

Those weren’t the only things dwelling in his belly as they found a blanket and pillow housed within. Confused, they gripped the cloth into their hands, feeling a slightly damp yet dry fluffy sheet and one of the many scratchy pillows of Blacksite.

Audibly groaning at the situation before them, only to smother themselves into the blanket as they leaned into the tender flesh. The pillow cuddled to their chest as the surface was comfortable enough without it, not needed yet fond of the object nonetheless.

“Comfortable? Thought I’d return the favour after all the shit you’ve been pulling lately-”, explaining the reason behind the sudden scare. The realisation dawned upon them as it was revealed that he got his revenge against them. A predator lying in wait for the prey, striking at the perfect moment.

He let out a snicker as they punched his stomach, returning the gesture with more rubs as they reluctantly leaned into the affection. Hearing a small yawn escape them, cradled in warmth as they tucked into the comfortable space.

“Get some sleep, little guppy. You need it.”. He bit back a chuckle moments later as they were on the verge of sleep within the space, a hand continuing its movement to lull them to sleep.

His attention turned towards the abandoned book on the floor, observing the cover revealed nothing of its contents. It didn’t look like any valuable data nor did it look interesting with the blank front cover.

Opening the contents within revealed a different story, looking upon different memories with their little scribbles of drawings and pictures. Writing down each memory in key detail as if they took in every second of their shared moments. They noted down their thoughts and feelings towards each of their companions too.

He read in awe, a small content smile on his face as he curled up in his comfortable coiled form, flipping each page with intrigue. It didn’t pass him that they saw through his tough exterior, almost letting out a sigh of relief that they never saw him as the monster he looked like, rather the person within.

Maybe they should let them in some more…

<...>

“W-what are you doing with that flash beacon?...”.

#sfw g/t #g/t vore #giant/tiny #swwh #e a/t #soft vore #safe vore #my writing #pred!sebastian #pressure vore #nonsexual vore #fandom vore

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The Cure from Sleep Insanity

[Image by Winter Mohn]

Rating: +18, meaning if you are under this age, do not read. You have been told.

Word count: 3,352

Type: Smut

Characters: reader (female), Law, Chopper and mentions of other Strawhats, Heart Pirates and other pirates.

Trigger warnings/content: choking, consent, some anger, swearing, teasing, restraints, multiple orgasms, fatigue, aftercare, a little rough.

Info: Some of it will be in italics, it is thoughts by another character. If it is Bold and Italics, then it is an ability.

“Why can’t I suture the wound closed when it’s-”

“Because the bleeding might start again, and it may cause more pain!” The little horned reindeer claimed, pointing his hoof at the irritated doctor of the Heart Pirates. Their hats sat side-by-side, in contrast to how they were sitting. He pointed across the books sprawled table, with a single candle flickering in between. The bags of restlessness was prominent under Law’s eyes. “Think about it, if we wait and let time go by, it may be better”. Law glanced at the furry creature, and usually he would have a soft spot for this creature, but when it comes to the right choice as to what to do in the heat of the moment; he fights it out. Whereas Chopper always thinks with his heart, trying to save people with his soul instead of fighting with his fists. “You could remove the bullet from their chest cavity with your abilities. Tra-guy”. The tired doctor grumbled and scratched his head, trying to comprehend this small creature. Chopper really does seem to go the more humane route, but then again, he typically doesn’t get his paws dirty out in the field in a fight, but rather helping those who need treatment. Where as for Law-

“Yes, but there are limitations to my abilities. Even your abilities have a limit, yes?” His right hand rested under his jaw now, glancing quickly at the fluff ball. “I just-”.

“You need to sleep Tra-guy. You haven’t slept. Thinking rationally is what you need right now, especially if you haven’t been spending a lot of time with your partner”. Sluggishly, Law’s eyes finally met Chopper’s. How long has it been? Granted, a lot of stuff was on his mind such as the Marines, Big Mom, Kaido, Don Flamingo, and many other rivals. Even Luffy and Eustass Kid kept his mind busy, but he even had to think about his pals Bepo and the rest of his crew. Shit, it has been a while hasn’t it. The more I have been fighting and been researching, the more I have been… He hates being wrong next to the reindeer. Rather, he hates more than ever that he is right, and that he does need more sleep and social interaction; over fighting and reading. Leaving an exasperated sigh, and an aggravated groan, he leans on his chair. His messy hair was now slowly being pushed into one direction with how many times his hands ran through his hair tonight.

“Ah! God dammit Chopper-ya. I hate it when you are right, but…” his voice trailed off. Law’s mind was in the clouds, it has been ages since he unwound, let alone rest on a soft surface. Sleeping in chairs, the wooden deck of Sunny, the metal floor of Polar Tang, heck the grass on Sunny was a little better, however a bed sounds divine. Maybe even some time with his partner, but the grogginess has been getting to him. Being up for forty-some hours, he did start seeing visions; Bepo in an Uta outfit, a cooked thing of meat with a straw-hat on top, and-

“Law?” There is no way he heard your voice. He stares at Chopper, whose head was turned to the entrance. Finally turning his head, he saw your figure. Standing against the doorframe. Your eyebrows raised, as you look at him up and down. “Up…again? I can at least tell you bathed today”. God, they really do give him little credit, but as a doctor, if duty calls he has to be somewhat clean right? His black and yellow robe adorned his body loosely, the belt nearly coming undone, with his bare feet propped up on the table, you just had to take in this sight.

“Well, I need to head to bed. I can’t be late to breakfast in the morning!” Chopper hops off the chair nearly twice his height. You can see he is wearing his cute little pig pajamas, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. Then again, who wouldn’t be chuckling at this cute little doctor. “Jya-na (Japanese: See Ya)”. As he is about to leave the room, you bend down and plant a small little kiss, then pat his head.

“Thanks Chopper. At least we have one responsible doctor that cares about both his patients and himself”. Chopper hopped past you and froze quick before turning to you and glancing up.

“W-w-well…that doesn’t make me happy, konoyaro! (Japanese: you idiot)”, as he did his little cute bashful dance. As his small feet carry him out of your sight, his cute little hooves pit-patting down the long hallway of Sunny-Go. Chuckling at his reaction, you look up to see Law still leaning back in his chair staring at you. His frown was still on his face. When it happened was not apparent since his resting-bitch-face is usually what his default is. However, you can tell he was annoyed by something. By what, you are not really sure. Sighing, you walk closer to him, the candle still flickering near the doctor’s headpieces. Law’s gaze did not falter as you got within a few paces in front of him. He looks irritated even. What could it have been? The lack of sleep? Or maybe…jealousy?

“Law, you do see me right?” He blinked once, then twice, then closed his eyes. A small exhale escaped his lips as he slicked his hair back again, as some hairs came back to place.

“I am surprised you came to see me, if you are really here to see me”. His words stung, yet you could understand why he said that. He hasn’t slept, he has been stuck in this room for a long time. Even Bepo and Chopper bring meals to the library here and there to make sure he isn’t starving himself. Sanji gave up because Law used to forget to eat and the fresh food almost would go wasted; until he force fed it to Law which caused him to do a personality-switch-operation with Zoro and Sanji. Which led to an all out fight that nearly had Nami, Robin, Bepo, Penguin and even Jimbei get involved in. It got resolved, but it nearly took a day for Franky to fix the ship, and a stern scolding from Nami and Luffy to get Law, Zoro and Sanji to get back on track.

“Law, it is me”, your outfit was a lot tighter on your body than you were used to, yet your skirt was flowing so not only would you look cute but at least elegant. You dressed up earlier and didn’t change yet because you were partying at the island before, and you were on nightwatch with Brook tonight. Brook knew that you needed your own version of romance, he has been alive long enough to know that. Brook knew what he was doing, well maybe. “Law, come on…listen to me. It is me, even Chopper talked to me today. Despite how busy he is too!” He was super confused now, he wasn’t sure if it was his dick was talking because he wanted your touch, your skin against his, the warmth of your flesh emanating close to his fingers, the scent of salt from the sea and your body penetrating the air, or if it was the sleepiness and the depravity of rest. “Please look at me when I talk to you”, as you raise your hands to touch his stubble and beard, He smelled so nice of cleaner, yet also musky. He always did smell nice, usually. You could feel his face rest slowly, softly into your palms. Basking in your touch, the soft skin that cradled his jaw, which his fingers were on calloused from using his knives, to his sword. His fingers crawled up to hold your right hand under his jaw, while massaging it gently. This is what he wanted, but God was he going crazy. A man of composure, even in battle, and even when Luffy tells him what to do irks him beyond belief. Right now though, he could smell your scent, his head was starting to get muddled with thoughts. He craved you, a drug that could cure his insanity at this moment.

“God, I need sleep. I can’t be going this dumb over you”, he gasped out. Now you were hurt, how could he say such a thing? He should be happy to see you, not disappointed. You snatch your hands back, but you couldn’t help and hesitate to almost reach back to grab him. He looked tired, yet hot. His sigh rang out into the quiet air, only the slight crackle of the candle could be heard. “Listen, y/n-ya”.

“Save your excuses, I guess if you didn’t want to see me, then you could have said it in the first place”. You were agitated now. There is no way he talked to you like that just now.

“Wait, y/n-ya, that’s not what I meant. You know what I meant-”, Law was fumbling with his words. His robe was withstanding the heat emanating from his body. He could feel his member twitch, but he put down his legs from the table and crossed his legs to hide his growth. “Please, look…you know I didn’t mean it like that dammit,” slicking his hair back again. It was irresistible when he did that normally, and yet you couldn’t care now. “Please listen to me, I just want to understand what else I can do to save those around me. If I can’t do that then…”

“Then what Law? You can’t neglect your social health for just your studies. Your connections are just as important!”

“I know that! God dammit!” He slammed his hand on the table, wishing that was you earlier. “Do you know how long I have wanted to get this done so I can focus on you? Just you?” You were upset, but you have heard enough talk from him; you wanted more action.

“Put your money where your mouth is. Your hands work well on patients, yet it seems you don’t know how to work them at all outside of a fight”. That did it for him. He got up and grabbed your shoulders, nearly slamming you down on the wooden table, snuffing out the candle as you landed. You could see his eyes darkening as he looked at you. His robe was hanging off his frame, his belt so loose you could poke it and it would come undone.

“Say it again. You don’t know how hard I have been working here” nearly shaking you on the table. God, you could feel his hands trembling, yet gripping your shoulders as he shook you.

“I said, you don’t know how to work your hands outside of a fight”, those words made him want to prove you wrong. He was told what to do by Luffy, Chopper was right earlier, and now he cannot let you be right too. Law was slipping more and more from who he was, becoming sloppy with his thoughts. His face gets super close to yours, while he puts his left hand under your head and lifts it up to crash his lips onto yours. Tugging your hair slightly so that he could get a response from you. He knows you love it when he tugs your hair. In this moment though, you were just as stubborn as he, and you tried to fight the urge; no matter how hard it was for you to not moan. His kisses got deeper, and deeper, his tongue was exploring yours and you let go fighting his tongue. Closing your eyes, his lips left yours. You open your eyes to see his eyebrows furrowed, perplexed that what he was doing wasn’t making you moan already “is that all you got?” This brat… Lips traveling down your jaw and to your neck, marking and sucking to make sure people know who you belonged to. Regardless of whether you were right or if he was by the end of this. He looks up, and takes a step back.

Room

You knew what might happen now, and as you saw the space change-

Shambles

You were now in the medical room, of course you were. He must have switched something with you two, and now here you were. His robe comes undone, and you just see him in his black boxers with a bulge that you have seen here and there. You didn’t realize your body was partially leaned back on the medical table, it was cold and yet the room was slightly lit due to the small emergency light plug-in, in case Chopper had to come in. Before you could take in everything, your body gets flipped over, your chest pressing on the cold table.

“I’ll show you how a doctor works, if you allow me-”

“Of course, you have my consent. Unless you really can’t work with your hands then-” He had heard enough of your back-talk. Room…Shambles Feeling the retrains popping into his hands, tying your hands behind your back. He already has to deal with you talking back, he doesn’t want to give you that power too. His hands gripping your tied hands, he hiked up your skirt so he could see your panties. You tried to stand up properly, but his grip was pushing you down firmly on the table.

“Now now, I can’t have my patient move around while I have to figure out what is wrong, now can I?” You can tell he was smirking based off his tone. His right hand was still gripping onto your wrists and you could feel his rough fingers slowly touching the outside of your panties. “I can tell my patient is aroused. Yet, the only medicine can only be administered by me.” You wanted his fingers in you, and he knew that. Your core ached, this is what you two have missed out on for awhile now. Heck, even the empty space next to you, day-in and day-out was making you restless. Shaking your ass, you waited for your reward for a response, but it never came. “What? You want these?” You felt his right hand loosen, yet his hand went up and on your neck. Subtly choking you, sticking his long fingers into your mouth. God, you wanted it his fingers, and how you longed for it. Subtly sucking on his fingers, you wanted to show him you were serious.

“P-puwase, ah need” Your words a mess, incoherent even to you.

“Need what? I can’t understand my patient.” He removed his fingers from your mouth and back under your neck, choking you slightly but not enough to even hurt. You could feel his other fingers tracing the outside of your wetness on your panties. You knew what was coming, but when? You gasped as you felt his fingers on your neck choke, then release, choke then release. He was a doctor, he knew what it would do to people if he did that.

“I need your fingers, Law!” You felt his fingers leave, only to dive into your panties, into your core. This is what you wanted, and finally you could feel this knot coming undone. His digits were moving in and out, then curling one he went in. He really did do his homework. Your moans and gasps kept emanating in rhythm, as you were grinding into his fingers. “Law- Law I am going to-” before you could finish, you came right onto his fingers. Your moan so loud, you could feel it reverberate through the room. Trembling as you rode out your high, as it has been so long since you felt this.

“So I don’t know how to use my hands, yes?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to give in, he was right. If you denied it, you don’t even know what would happen, but you are a person of your word.

“Yes, yes you are right. God, now untie me”, you gasp out. Feeling the restraints go undone, he flips you back around, now you are on your back. He looks you up and down. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A tight shirt hugging your body, your skirt a mess, your underwear ajar. Whereas for you, what a sight to behold, his abs and tattoos. His hair was a mess from a little bit of sweat. It was as if you two were looking at each other for the first time again. Licking his fingers, he finally smiled. This was the smile you love, the one that makes you want to grab him and kiss him. To hug him and tell him that the One Piece is near for the taking.

“Y/n-ya…” he bends down to kiss your forehead, and smiles softly, “I don’t think my patient is fully done.” He grabbed a condom, and tore off the wrapper. Slowly pushing his boxers lower, and lower, seeing his v-line almost made you lose your mind. He knew what he was doing, and a doctor was observant.

“Please, Trafalgar…I love you,” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his cute words. He was a doctor, and at moments you were his love patient. Your heart was robbed by this man, and yet it seemed you didn’t want it back. He pushes his boxers so it is off his waist and it falls to the floor. He peels off your underwear, and you could feel the cold air hit your pussy. Easily rolling the condom on, he lifts your legs up and onto his shoulders.

“I missed this, y/n. I love you”. Hearing your name fall from his lips without his cute little accent, made your heart skip a beat.

“I missed this too Law. I love you”. Slowly pushing his cock into you, he watched as your mouth formed an “O” shape. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew you were ready. Your moans were slipping past your lewd lips, as he kept going in deeper and deeper until his abs nearly touched your stomach. Going slowly, then picking up the pace, the room was full of moans and grunts. “Fuck, Law, yes right there!” His groans and grunts were picking up the pace, you can feel his cock twitching inside you. The pit in your stomach started to form, it coming again. The slaps of skin, the smell of sweat, the creaking of the medical table was ringing in both your ears. He bent down to capture your lips with his, and finally he said his words.

“I am cumming”.

You were too, and with both your release, he slowed down his pace. Gasping for air as his high was running down. You, on the other hand, were shaking. Second orgasm in one night and it was intense due to your emotions of love becoming more than lust from the last orgasm. He slicked his hair back, which now was staying in place. Law tidied up himself so he didn’t look as dissolved from the fuck session. Taking off your clothes gently, he put his robe on your making sure despite being warm from what just happened, the room was still cold. Lifting you up, you could hear him gently say room…shambles. Feeling the plushness of a mattress and sheets on you. Was he here with you? Or was he in the room still? Suddenly, you felt a hand softly go on top of your side. He was here, next to you, by your side.

“Sorry Law for making you so upset”, you whispered not to wake up Zoro, Luffy, Chopper and Usopp from their slumber. Law chuckled slightly, and kissed your neck where there were his love bites slowly deepening in color.

“Its okay, I think I can finally get some good nights rest. Thank you for being my doctor in need.”

And yet, Brook had been wondering where you had been all night, no matter to him. He could sing his heart out tonight without a care in the world.

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【 content; morax | rex lapis x reader , slow burn , mutual pining , multi-chapter , archon war period , afab!reader 】

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- Chapter 4 - Exudation

Biggest mistake you’ve made in a while.

The little path was overgrown with bushes, trees and little cute flowers that you had leaned closer to inspect… and immediately souring your sightseeing was a spider the size of your palm and fingers landing on your head.

You don’t think you’ve run so fast in your entire life—maybe.

You still felt small tickling sensations on your nape hours after, your spine shuddering at the mere thought that the spider could still be there. Just in case, you had to pat along your back the best you could every ten minutes to ease your nerves, and thankfully you never found anything crawling inside your clothes. What a terrifying way to start your exploring… The rest was fine, you had some street food for lunch, some type of thin-dough wrapped around folded stirred eggs and an incredible chilli sauce nearly marinated in the eggs, it was warm and soft, almost fluffy as it broke down in your mouth.

Even after hours of sightseeing and almost being knocked down by the dense crowds of the city a handful of times, you’re still not sure you’ll be used to so many people in one place anytime soon, you start to head back to the palaces. Most of the afflicted have been cured and there’s mostly work left for a proper doctor that you have little knowledge and skill in handling, it’s likely you’ll be heading back home soon. Maybe you’ll stay around the capital for a while, explore it properly over the course of a few days and learn some recipes from the locals, the little village could do with some more varied foods.

The sun is still high in the sky and you don’t want to head home just yet, so you have a look around one of the larger streets to find something–perhaps an afternoon tea? You could do with a light snack before scaling the thousand steps back up to the palaces.

The streets haven’t scaled back at all, there’s still seven people across the streets building-to-building in endless rows, some elbowing past in a hurry while others stop to look at stalls or talk to vendors–the air has grown a noticeable grilling scent, as the doughy foods of the earlier day have sold out, and vendors begin to lay sticks of vegetables, meats or seafoods over fire. You barely managed to slip between people to get to a large house that caught your attention. Instead of the stone walls and brown wood, this building has very distinctive red wooden beams and a black roof in place of a deep brown.

It stands out so distinctively that it couldn’t just be some family house.

And you were right, the doors are wide open and music seeps into the streets from open windows. You walked into the largest teahouse you’ve seen in your life, it was large from the outside and across the street, sure, but it felt much larger once you looked up after stepping inside. Nearly all the tables you could see were full of people, either conversing quietly in the corners or along the walls or watching silently the closer they got to the stage.

Upon that stage are three people, a woman with her hair gently taken back and tied with a string, only a few strands hovering over her hands that play a guzheng with gentle tugs of her fingers. A second woman stands on the stage wearing elaborate robes, the inner layers a rich blue with intricate stitching that formed winds and clouds climbing up the smooth fabric, paler blues decorate her shoulders and arms where a thin silk cloth sways with her movements. Right of the two women is a man holding an erhu, his hand was still at the moment as the woman with the guzheng plucks the strings in a soft rhythm.

Your attention is taken from the stage as a server approaches you to guide you to a table, you nearly have to tear your eyes from the three as you follow the server to the second floor. From the height, you can see the stage clearly, red hand railing spotless and polished being the only barrier preventing you from falling down and breaking your wrists as you lean over it to watch closer.

The singer turns her back to the teahouse and raises a hand towards the painted panels set against the wall, it depicts high mountains in a dark blue-grey hue with dark clouds in a similar colour wafting above. Below the mountain are green fields and small houses, spread across what is likely supposed to be hours of travel between, with streams leaking from the mountaintops and down past the fertile land.

The language she uses is hard to discern, it’s an old tale in the form of an poem–and while you can read and write just fine… your skills in picking apart poetry and understanding it’s depth could be better, you recall the old archivist trying to slip in books of lore and myth in between your already ceiling high stacks of study, but you set them back when you found them. He never quite forgave you for depriving him of a second head to put into old dusty books.

The man finally moves his hand, the long draw of the erhu seems to glide with the singer’s robes as she spins back to the hundred eyes watching the performance. She recounts the directions of winds as they glide over the mountain, how the villages below at the foot of it are depraved of rain and that their crops and people are weak. Some parts of the poem go over your head, using old words you’ve never heard before to describe… the moon? No, some type of celestial object. You dip your finger in the chilli sauce on the table and draw the characters on the panels down on your napkin. There are four on each panel between the mountain and clouds, but you’re not entirely sure what they mean. Chilli sauce doesn’t make for good ink, but it’s good enough… provided you find proper paper to move it to soon.

The singer brings her hands to her chest and describes a path of cultivation and reflection, how she felt drawn to the high skies and scaled the highest mountain she could find to reach them, until she reached past the skies and to the heavens. She was so fond of the villages at the foot of the mountain that she brought rain and moisture to them every season, she defeated monsters and held the mountains during heavy quakes to prevent them from falling onto the farms.

There was no real conclusion to the story, you pieced together that it must be an old tale of a protective god of a certain region, probably still worshipped to this day and the tale is recounting her ascension and blessing. You wonder if that person is real, it’s not so unbelievable; but she was never named, and neither were the villages or the region.

You finally make it up the final steps to the palaces, while you’re used to being on your feet all day, it somehow feels different when exploring a new place, you’re not this tired after some hours of work. But you also usually walk on flat floors, and not the slanted grounds of a city that leans on a mountain. Whew.

You’re in desperate need of a change of clothes, maybe a wash as well, and thus you headed for your room. It was one of many in a long hallway on the second floor of one of the buildings littered between the two palaces. You wonder if everyone has their own little rooms or if there are barracks anywhere, maybe you have a fancy little room for yourself because you’re technically a guest.

Closing the door behind you, you walk over to the window and slide it open to allow some fresh air inside. The sun is beginning to sink down in the sky, the hue of a peachy colour tinting above the horizon catch your attention, the way it blends excellently with the pink pedals of one of the larger trees in the back gardens makes you stop and stare for a while, the soft pedals sway with the light breeze and you can hear the water run along the stream surrounding the garden, one of the many gardens surrounding the palaces.

It’s a much brighter and livelier scenery than that of the village… always shadowed by thick trees, darkness settling earlier because of the high mountain.

Which one is better is a lengthy debate that you could have with yourself. But for now, it’s time to wash.

Time passes by slowly as the last patients leave the ward, you spend most of your time carrying baskets of sheets to the laundry or counting supplies. Setting down a heavy basket on the floor in the massive laundry room in the corner of the palaces’ grounds, you let out a heaved breath, all this carrying is making your back ache. It’s been about three days since you ventured into the city for the first time, and you’ve been wanting to go out for another day again.

Another heavy basket with dried linens is set in front of you.

You give the laundry woman a near pleading look. She only smiles.

Ground Mender turns to you when you finally come back after taking a small break in the staircase. “You’re back, there’s another four baskets to take upstairs,” she hums and jots something down on a piece of paper laid over a wooden plank. “Come on, Ming Hui takes two at a time,” she waves her hand towards you, as if to tell you to hurry up.

You’re starting to suspect Ming Hui’s “human status”, no way a kid half your height can carry two at a time, but you saw her jog up the stairs like it was nothing. Deciding to stall for time and hope she comes down and takes two of the four baskets left, you peek at what Ground Mender is writing down. It looks like a normal checklist, nothing strange.

“So… did anything happen?” you pull the basket in a circle on the floor.

“Happen?”

“You know, was there an accident?”

Ground Mender stares at you, as if waiting for you to elaborate. You wave your hand vaguely. “Well, when we were out a few days ago, we were interrupted by a messenger saying something had come up…”

You realised in the last days that you didn’t really ask how Rex Lapis likes to be addressed, and that you didn’t say his name or title at all when you were out in the city! Not that you know his name… does anyone? Surely someone does. The Millelith and servants in the palaces refer to him as ‘my lord’ or other formal addresses, but the Adepti usually call him Rex Lapis… though they have a closer relationship with him than someone in the kitchens does. You really need to ask someone, preferably the man himself.

The Adeptus taps the end of her brush against her chin. “Hm. When… problems, or difficult occurrences arise, he is often called. The world outside of the city walls is unpredictable and ever-changing, even the lands within the Guili Assembly aren’t entirely safe or under control, as I’m sure you know.” You almost jump in surprise as Ming Hui walks past you and grabs one basket, slinging it around her shoulders and onto her back, then takes another one and does the same, positioning the second over her chest before leaving again… are they just putting rocks in your baskets? “Lands outside of our borders change hands often, and none of them have survived and lived as prosperously as we have. The medical knowledge and even gadgets crafted in the capital is centuries ahead of our neighbours.”

The southern border is close to the village you stayed in last, and a few years ago you lived in a fishing village for five months on the edge of land to the east. Watching the dark skies and raging tides of the ocean beyond the protection of the Guili Assembly had been intimidating. A boat that sails into the ocean claimed by another god disappears beyond the uneven sea, and never returns. “So… you think something bad might’ve happened?”

“Depends,” she gives a slight raise of her shoulders. “‘Bad’ can mean many things. Perhaps there was simply an accident, or there was an attack.”

You stare at her. “You can’t tell me.”

“Nothing is preventing me, maybe if you carry those baskets up within four minutes you’ll earn it,” she turns her attention back to the checklist, you know it’s not interesting enough for her full attention. Ground Mender gives and Ground Mender takes, do your job well and she’ll give you a full pot of food… try to shirk your duties (carrying baskets) or pile them on others (making Ming Hui do it) and you don’t get dessert.

You suppose you won’t get out of some back-breaking labour…

Ground Mender was gone by the time you came back twenty minutes later–one basket taking ten minutes to carry–and so you gave up trying to ask her. Sunlight didn’t have much left in the day anyway, so you dragged your poor feet up the stairs one more time to leave the hall.

You were barely out the door from the spiralling stairs when a woman walking down the hallway took a sharp turn to walk to you… and plops a heavy box in your arms. She says nothing and grabs the sleeve at your bicep, practically dragging you along with her.

Huh?!

“What?? What’s in the box? Who are you? Where are we going?” you had entirely zoned out during your long trek up the stairs, finding yourself in this situation after letting go of the reins for two minutes.

“Questions, so many,” she sounds a bridge between annoyed and disappointed, as if she didn’t want you to ask questions—or talk at all—and only stopped once you were in the western gardens. They are smaller and more secluded than the back gardens, the trees closer to each other and denser. The woman opens the box—which you are still holding with both hands—it’s tall enough to cover you from navel to nose. She rummages around, and all you could see were pieces of metal, wood, some weird contraptions and circular, flat glass stacked on one side.

You blink at her. “Are you going to answer any of them?”

The woman finally seemed to find what she was looking for and set it on the grass next to her, she takes the box from your hands and sets it down as well before handing you a wooden board. It wasn’t much bigger than your head. “Hold this above your head.”

She picks up the device from the ground and walks a few steps back, enough so that there is a sizeable distance between the two of you. She adjusts her red-rimmed glasses and holds the triangular device at arms length. She nudges it up, as if to tell you to lift the board.

Reluctantly, you hold the sides of the wood with both hands and lift it up. “Like thi—wuah—?!!”

As soon as you did, the device in her hand made a sharp noise and the board flew from your hands, hitting the back of your knees as the long rope connecting the device in the woman’s hand stopped it from flying back and away from you, the rope resting over your shoulder instead. With the back of your knees kicked in by the wood, you stumble to the grass, hands barely catching the ground before you eat dirt.

“No need to prostrate, it’s a simple device,” she hums and looks down at the strange gadget in her hand as she fiddles with it.

“…” you want to toss the board back at her.

The woman takes another board from the box and holds it towards you, but you push back at it. “Can you tell me who you are first? What was that?”

“Cloud Retainer. That was a grappling hook—prototype, now take it,” she pushes it back towards you.

Are you an Adeptus magnet? Granted this is your first random encounter, but you don’t feel like normal palace workers get roped into shenanigans like this…

Or maybe you got roped into it because everyone else fled or hid to not get roped into this.

“… okay,” you give in. Maybe if you engage, she won’t shoot that ‘grappling hook’ at you and drag you back kicking and screaming. With throbbing knees and green stains on your robe, you stand up again and hold the board above your head.

From the box, this time, comes a flapping noise, and as Cloud Retainer folds her arms it flies up—a dragonfly-shaped device made from wood and stone rises a head above Cloud Retainer, her long dark hair sways with the gusts of the flapping as she raises her hand and snaps her finger.

This time, you grip the board harder and feel it tug with four thunk sounds, the fly shoots thin darts into it and penetrate the wood, dripping a thin liquid behind you from the tips. The fly hovers back down and you begin to lower the board by bringing it down over your head—but Cloud Retainer was quick to cross the distance between you and grab your wrist. “Careful,” she says sharply, face a hair's width from you. “The darts are imbued with poison, why are you moving it over your head?”

She says it as if you were just supposed to know the darts were poisoned—how could you have seen the dripping liquid behind your head?

She takes the board from you—around your head instead of over it—and lets go of you. “Hm,” she flips the board in her hands, long fingers flicking at the side of a needle, the liquid dripping into the grass below. “Good.” Cloud retainer tosses the board into the box and picks it up, turning away from you. Is she leaving?

“Hey, wait—” you want to know what those gadgets are!

Before you can follow her, or she can turn around, she stops. You stop.

You feel prickling up your spine, and Cloud Retainer sets the box down.

A low rumble sounds in the ground, you instinctively bend your knees as you feel the ground shiver and shake subtly, you know an earthquake when you feel it, Liyue has no shortage of earthquakes. The shaking seems small and steady, a low rumble tickling your ankles—but Cloud Retainer quickly approaches you and takes your shoulders, pushing you down to a crouching position. “More is coming,” she warns. The words had barely left her mouth then the earth tugs beneath you, like a rug pulled under your feet. You hear a distant shout and scream of surprise as the rumble shakes the earth violently.

It’s terrifying, no matter how you try to hold the ground with your hands, grab at blades of grass or dig your fingers into the soil, the violent thrashing of the ground ensures your human top-heavy body tumbles down. You duck your head instinctively as you hear something heavy fall to the ground, but slender hands hold you still, preventing you from trying to move positions.

The sound of the earth rumbles so deep that you feel it in your heart, it makes your bones thrum and organs quiver, a terrible loss of control of the one thing that allows a steady mind and calm control; solid, still ground.

It lasts for three minutes in total, followed by three tugs of weaker aftershocks. Cloud Retainer doesn’t let you raise your head until the tremors have stopped entirely—you’re dizzy and disoriented as the earth stills and you’re free to move, causing you to fall back on your ass. Thankfully, you managed a squatting position at the end, so the blow to your behind wasn’t too bad. “W-what was that?” you surprise even yourself with a stutter in your voice.

Cloud Retainer stood up, looking to the peak of the high mountain above the city, then down to the ground. “This wasn’t a natural earthquake…” she raises a hand to her chin, a curled finger tapping the pale skin. “Hm.”

She looks at you, up and down, then back up to the skies. They’re clear today, a pink colour as the sun disappears behind the mountains. After a moment of considering… she leaves.

You’re still gathering your wits and balance, so you don’t call after her or follow. You’ve experienced earthquakes before, but nothing so violent and so long .

After gathering your senses, you left the gardens to see everyone in the palace picking up things that had fallen down. Vases and pottery broken, baskets and miscellaneous items that aren’t usually nailed down have their contents thrown across the floor. Two attendants rush past you with parchment that seems to have ink spilled all over it as they shout for someone, you round a corner and see a Millelith guard knelt by a person sat by a wall.

“Does it hurt?” the soldier asks, hand resting on the attendant’s shin.

She shakes her head, hands trembling slightly as she holds her foot and ankle with a near death grip. “No, that’s what’s scary, it doesn’t hurt at all…!”

You can’t stop yourself from stopping by them, leaning down next to them. “Is your ankle…” you trail off once you see it–her ankle is swollen, it’s thicker than her calf! “Why are you just sitting here, you need to be taken to the healers,” you try to pry her hands from the swelling, holding it so tightly isn’t doing it any favours. But the girl holds fast.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to move, I don’t feel pain now, but I’m sure I will if I try to stand!” she shakes her head rapidly, hair slapping against her red cheeks.

The Millelith soldier gives you a defeated look. “I offered to carry her… well, after I tried to just pick her up…” your eyes caught a handful of hair on the floor. Ouch.

You try to seem like you know what you’re doing, but all of your ‘knowledge’ comes from assumptions and having watched the healers in the ward for the last weeks. “Listen… your ankle is most likely broken, and this amount of swelling is really bad, it could cut off blood circulation to your foot–and it’ll have to be chopped off!” you slap your open hand onto your forearm, as if to imitate chopping. “That’s much worse than some throbbing on the way to a doctor!

The girl and soldier share a look, her eyes wide and his eyebrows knitted. He nods and the girl bites her lip, considering it for a moment before she makes a brave shout to pep herself up. “Arghh!! Okay, okay! Let’s go quick! Run, hold me!” she grabs the Millelith soldier, who reacts quickly and scoops her up, running off as she pounds on the poor man’s shoulder to distract from any pain she was surely feeling.

Relieved that you managed to convince her, you stand up and see the toppled stairs she had likely been standing on, as well as a spilled bucket of soapy water and a duster. What terrible timing.

Making it to the open palace grounds, it was less of a mess than the more decorated hallways and open rooms. It was mostly greenery and paths. Despite your tiredness from the long day, you spent the rest of it helping where you could. Despite the clutter of smaller things falling to the ground and breaking, the palace walls, buildings and paths are unbroken, not a crack to be seen or bump from raised or moved ground. As you put some broken ceramics into a tightly woven wool bag, you see two men opening a long scroll that looks like it belongs hanging on a wall, one holds it up while the other draws complicated characters from top to bottom, the strokes connecting in a fancy technique that make the meaning hard to understand. The man holding the scroll presses the top and bottom closely to the wall and the creamy paper shimmers with a golden light, it quivers in gentle waves before it seems to disappear, or fade into the wall. It’s difficult to see from a distance.

You quickly continue before they notice you. Not because you think you weren’t supposed to see what they had done… maybe. Who knows?

Dragging your feet up the stairs to your room hours later, too many hours after sunset, you barely made it–you had to hoist yourself up the steps by using your arms to pull your body up by grabbing the third step up from your feet’s position–before collapsing onto your bed, not even able to stand for a second more to lock the door.

With your face smushed into the round pillow and body spread on the mattress, you were powerless to the divine pull of sleep. You’ll feel gross in the morning for sleeping in your clothes and shoes… but you can’t justify the effort to yourself to even sit up. That’s future you’s problem.

Stone and wood litter the ground, buildings toppled and ground split open. It takes three men to pull a single one up from the deep cracks in the earth, rope tied around his already injured bodies to haul him up over the edge and onto green grass. Shouts for the nearby healer to hurry their examination of another injured to come tend to that one, too few hands for so many wounds.

What could have been recovered, has been. Hundreds of weapons and armour broken or crushed, provisions suddenly halved, only four buildings have roofs; it isn’t nearly enough to keep so many warm, safe or fed. Three minutes toppled months of preparation, took thirty lives that are still buried beneath heavy walls of stone, crumbled against the ground that can’t be raised by mere strength of body.

He rests a hand behind his back, fist closed as his other rubs strands of hair between his fingers. The soft glow at the end lights up the dark material covering his fingers, stretching up his arms and shoulders, sewn to the rest of the robe.

Morax looks up, eyes leaving his hand as the clouds above part for the first time in two days, the moon is yet elusive but a peek of the dotted night sky greets the earth. Stars that remain still and eternal, the endless nights he has raised his gaze to see the very same sky that has always been there, unchanging and static. It moves around them in the same direction it always has, with the same rhythmic twinkling of distant lights. A pale moon hidden behind thinning clouds, a body that has only one phase, unchanging of a full reflection.

The shaking wasn’t created by himself, nor was it a natural movement of stone and land. He felt the rush of energy before the earth shook–whether it was from the clash of strengths in warmer lands west of the high peaks of Liyue or not was hard to tell; it was a momentary flash that was gone quicker than an eyelid’s blink.

His hand lowers and joins the other behind his back, Morax has precious little moments to gather his thoughts in these times and uses the opportunity when it arises.

The air is nearly still, only a soft breeze brushing against skin near intimately that gives no reason to suspect a change in the air any time soon with the slow thinning of clouds above.

Which made the sudden thundering pulse of energy even more jarring.

It shook the misty peaks and caused waves to rise higher against beaches even on the other side of Liyue, an explosion of a form and soul shattering that lit the sky golden, before shimmering gilded ash rained from the heavens, scattering the fallen essence across the land and drifting with the breeze–as if the soft wind had been unaffected by the heavy loss of condensed energy that now fell to the soil, the waters and the stone. Settling over the earth like a blanket of dust, the land of gold and home of mora covered in essence the same colour as its lifeblood.

Distant shouts of surprise and alarm sounded below, footsteps hurrying across the ground as wounded were ushered inside the remaining buildings that barely withstood the day’s tremors before the golden dust could settle on their shoulders. Doors are shut and windows closed firmly, not letting a single speck enter the small space occupied by so many vulnerable.

Morax turns west, soft flakes of gold drift away from him as they fall to the ground, not a single one touching his skin or robe.

Another candidate to the thrones of the Heavens has fallen.

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