How quickly the time changes,
Chapter 6
And some things stay the same.
Chapter 913
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The fact that Zoro is always there. As a shield, as Luffy's swordsman and someone who always has his back, guarding him and what's important to him. Even after 900+chapters!!
(I'm only on about chapter 370, but thanks to @general-cyno Jay's post about the Wano arc, all i could think about was this parallel from their first meeting - their first fight together, where without any words between them Zoro was there to protect Luffy, already seeing him as his captain!! And fastforward to the other chapter, it's so similar and so much more! Soulmates !! ❤️💚😭)
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hi let me send some more about the dance act
the like. end routine? thing? i have Thoughts on it right at some point theres like a pose like like this
where killer takes one of cross's swords where cross has it on his hip, draws it, and twirls it and cross takes the other out, and mirrors it and it's like
they both just flip the swords after a few spins, cross swings killer around into a low dip, and then back up, and the swords spin around them and then they both neatly slot the swords back into cross's sheathes
another thing i'm thinking of is like. this would be like the razor blade bit
and they like play with it on their tongues and then killer hides it again in cross's mouth and they break apart enough for killer to twist and cross pulls him flush to his chest and makes a whole thing about drawing the razor blade over killer’s shoulder and then killer like. is lifted, turned over and flips around cross over his shoulders and lands behind him and cross’s arms cross over his chest in an x and he pulled his swords free, they link hands, and the dancing begins, they slash each other strategically and slam the swords into the floor at some point, and then cross dips killer really low, and killer has to arch his back because cross is lowering him over a sword point and it ends with cross holding killer in that dip
like... kinda like this? but there's a big ol sword jutting up from the ground and it's like. very close to killer's spine
THERE'S ALSO.
this kinda dip, like. it's LITERALLY putting killer's soul in Danger, because sword tip inches away from killer's soul
anygays that's my thoughts enjoy /silly
OUGHHH ohh my GOD. holy shit. like i already said top ten things that make me wanna draw holy fuck
what if there’s a bit where like,,, cause maybe they’d use killer’s knives too,, so there’s a bit where like killer slides one of his knives out of its sheath and he like drags it slowly across Cross’s throat. and they’re like right close to each other, kinda like how the kiss bit would be. uhh i had more for that scenario but i lost my train of thought WAILING but yeag
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two lieutenants.
(simon riley x f!reader, all fluff)
two lieutenants🌪️masterlist
not supposed to happen, not really. but the higher ups are finding their morality (where was it all these years ago?) and want to pat themselves on the back for adding a woman to the team.
simon is prepared to hate you, someone taking his spot. this one thing he's done in his life well, the one family he can protect. it itches him in a place he can't shake, the thought of change, of a new person. someone who will stare at his skeleton ways and his gruff voice, someone who will judge but not understand.
but then he meets you, tinkling laugh with doe eyes. calculating in your military knowledge, respectful of the 141's history. never overstepping, never trying to take his place, simply wanting to learn. he tries to hate you, tries to dump sugar in your tea and hide your eye black, but you just laugh and make a face at the sweetness, drawing an extra makeup stick out of your cargoes.
he needs to hate you, but you wash his extra masks without asking on the days he can't touch them for the blood that's laced into the seams. you include his cigarettes on base grocery runs and pour over tactical maps with him until the wee hours, understanding his fundamental need to know everything, more than what's in the briefing papers.
you are prepared to be intimidated by the ghost, the killing machine without a name. you know you're the only woman on an all-male team, but even you can't work friendship miracles. then you meet him and he cocks his head and sizes you up, seeing you as a threat instead of a piece of meat. someone worth considering, not a sideshow, not eye candy.
you try to be scared of him, but how could you when he always leaves an extra tea bag in the almost-empty box? when he keeps hair ties in his front pocket because yours always seem to break in between missions. he listens to your stories and nods thoughtfully, not needing to preen and puff his status like men you've met before.
you need to stay away, but he takes off his gloves in front of you that first time and suddenly you can't. he tells you to call him simon and that he likes the way you say his name, your dissimilar accent coming through. he brushes stray hair from the nape of your neck during a desert mission, tucking it back into your bandana, and you can't remember why you ever intimidated by this man who makes you earn his comfort and care, but who gives it endlessly once you've got it. he's your simon and you're his partner in crime, and suddenly you two could never imagine a team without two lieutenants.
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im not always into power/rank play i want to be RESPECTED
(don't get me wrong it still eats sometimes)
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