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[honeyshiddendesire]

Dirty Alphabet - Eustass

Eustass Kid x Female Reader

*This one I got carried away cause he's my boo lol 🥵❤️‍🔥🫦*

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're already in a relationship he will be a big snuggler but don't you dare mention it or he'll deny it. If it's a casual/ one night stand thing he'd probably see if you wanna go get drinks…or just bounce up outta there. Lol

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Loves choking you and knowing he's so strong he could crush your windpipe buttt he's a kinky man so he loves it if you return the favor when you're riding his cock. Your smaller hands trying to squeeze even just the smallest amount of oxygen makes him grunt and groan out curses.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big mess maker for sure!! Wants to fill you with cum but also wants to cover you in it too. Smear that shit along with your makeup till you're a big sloppy mess that he can tease. If you swallow so be it but he loves shooting it on that pretty face of yours. Also he cums A LOT! So be prepared!

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Wants to tag team you with Killer which you expected but the real secret is that he thought of sharing you with Law and Luffy. He doesn't know why but the thought plagues his brain. Maybe it's the fighting they've done together in Wano that drew him to the idea but he'll never admit it to you…maybe he'll tell Killer though.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

Loves attention!!! Watch him all you want but don't think he'll be shy about it baby. That man will solo masturbate and talk you out of your panties in a second to join him. Also loves watching you as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to showcases his strength and his big dick. Full nelson, mating press to keep you pinned down and feel his entire length. Also pronebone so you can't push him off and his big arms can cage you in how he likes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will crack jokes but always in a teasing way as he's fucking you into the mattress. If you try to make an embarrassing joke though just expect him to scowl.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wanna say kind of trimmed cause he looks like he manscapes but he likes having a happy trail of red hair leading to the ‘main treat’.

Idk why but I feel like if you didn't shave he'd go feral. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why lol but I think you not following the usual beauty standards would drive him literally insane lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

He's a horn ball 24/7 so he's super handsy and if he's not touching you he'll spill pure filth no matter who's around. His crew gets a kick out of it but if they try and make comments to you best believe they'll be thrown overboard or spending their time scrubbing their own blood off the deck.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

It's Kidd…he's territorial. I can totally see him getting jealous and storming off somewhere. But if you've been together a long time he's not asking questions just grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to punish you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation Kink! He loves the both of you being fucked out beyond the point of words, shaking and drooling from round after round.

Corruption Kink! If you're a good girl, best believe he wants to change that. Wants to turn you into a horny ticking time bomb, literally desires to turn that shy exterior into a handsy sex machine just like him.

Glasses glasses glasses!!! If you wear glasses it makes you look nerdy/sweet which plays into his corruption Kink and now he can't help but picture what they'll look like covered in his cum. (Totally self indulgent but IDC it's my page lol)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man has no shame when it comes to sex on his ship, hell he'll even fuck you in an alley way. Weirdly doesn't like you being seen though so he'll pick positions that he can cover you with his big body. Even covering your mouth so no one can hear the sweet sounds you make for him only.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's always horny but loves when you get just as handsy as him though. If you do try flirting he'll make you work for it just to see how far and bold you get.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't really think of anything this man won't do tbh lol 🤣 He's a freaky freak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves fucking your face but loves eating pussy, it's his favorite meal. Ask him and he'll be honest.🥵 So sit on his face and then you both can devour each other.

P = Pace (rough and fast, slow and soft)

Depends on his mood. He's always rough but sometimes he'll fuck you slow with deep mind numbing thrusts till you're begging for him. Yet other times he'll fuck you fast and hard till you're shaking and drunk on his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes yes. Whenever and however many he can get from you he's down.

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Yup whether giving or receiving that man is down. He's a big boy who can take you whipping him or even slapping him across the face while he's tied up. But won't go as hard on you as you can go on him. He knows his strength but won't push yours unless you beg of course.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Depends on who it is. If it's Killer, absolutely lol If he's having a captains talk with Law and Luffy and they just so happen to mention you he'll freak out in a feral lust but ultimately it's up to you of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He makes his own of course. He's a craftsman with many skills and desires so of course he'll come up with something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest 🥵 teasing you till you're pouting and begging for relief

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Yup yup! He'll even join you in giving him a show lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you wear heels, step on him! Not in a submissive way but more in a, “I'm strong those pointy heels won't do shit” type of way. It's like a play on a pain fetish and heel/foot fetish. The feeling of your heels scratching at his shoulders make his groans so much raspier. Will also kiss along your ankles when you wear them telling you how hot they look.

If your feet end up hurting while you walk he'll just toss you over his shoulder before you can even think of removing them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick baby~ heavy dick and veiny with big breeding balls 🤷‍♀️ just saying the man cums alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always on go!!!!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His brain can be pretty active so it takes him a minute tbh but he'll cuddle you to sleep and fall out shortly after.

[a-killer-obsession]

Shared Smiles [Heat x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Despite being forced on board against your will, you find yourself connecting with a commander, and finding solace in your shared traumas.

CW: wounds, off-screen amputation, loss of limb, comfort, trauma, mentions of mutilation, fingering, p in v sex, afab reader

WC: ~6k

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The chains holding you creaked slightly as you swung back and forth, blood running down over your face and dripping to the floor below you as you hung upside down. Your ankles were bound together in metal cuffs, your hands tied to your torso with chains, and your body bare save for your panties and the many fresh wounds that littered your body. Two Supernovas of the Worst Generation stood in front of you, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid and his first mate, Massacre Soldier Killer. The captain pressed his boot against your face again, letting back off and making your body swing, the ankle cuffs digging into your skin at the added pressure the movement created.

“Last chance,” the redheaded captain gloated, kneeling and grabbing a handful of your hair to force you to look at him. You could barely keep eye contact, not out of fear but, because you'd been upside down for so long that you were nearly unconscious. “I don't usually give out mercies like this, but your skills are useful to me, and my girls enjoyed your company before you fucked up”

Said fuck up was simply rejecting the large man of his sexual advances. You'd met some of his crew, a couple of girls named Hip, Hop, Quincy, Emma and Dive, at a bar nearby. You'd seen a lot on your travels as a for-hire mercenary, but female pirates were not common on the Grandline. They'd made you laugh, a rarity for you, and hadn't judged your unusual mask that hid your mouth and the end of your nose. Of course they hadn't, they were used to a first mate who covered the entirety of his face in white and blue stripes. They didn't even ask questions about it, which was a breath of fresh air for you, only commenting on how cool the sculpting that decorated it was - a relief of a open lion's jaw, with large, sharp teeth and a lolling tongue, trimmed by a nose and cheeks curled mid roar. The whole mask gave you the appearance of having a lion's snout, and along with the clawed gloves you wore during combat, was the guiding force for the moniker the marines had given you: ‘The Lioness, [Y/N]’.

Now, had your rejection perhaps been a little harsh? Maybe, by normal standards. A large, attractive man with such infamy as him was probably not rejected often, let alone with such sass. You knew you had a knack for being too brutally truthful, never filtering your words or pulling your verbal punches. It'd gotten you in trouble on more than one occasion, but you were a talented fighter, fast and agile, you didn't usually get caught in situations like this. When the Massacre Soldier snuck up on you in the alley outside though, you found you were no match for him, he had such a high bounty for a reason.

“How bout it little kitty?” Kid purred in faux sweetness, bringing you back to reality, blinking as you fought the pull of unconsciousness. “You can join my crew, or you can stay here and get tortured till you die. This is the last time I'll ask”

Did you want to be a pirate? No, you liked running solo, you liked having the freedom to go wherever you wanted and take whatever jobs were convenient. Having your life dictated by someone else was the last thing you wanted, and being around the same people every day would make it hard to avoid forming attachments. You had sworn to never get close to others again, after your last relationship resulted in the unforgivable reason you wore the mask. Making friends you'd never see again in bars was one thing, but you weren't looking for long term relationships, platonic or not. On the other hand, you liked being alive. You would not let a man be your death, not after everything you'd been through.

“Fine,” you spat. The single word was a struggle to push out, your head felt like it was in a vice and the rest of your body was going numb as a new droplet of blood rolled down your face and caught in your eyelashes.

“Wise choice,” the first mate noted from behind his unreadable mask. “One of our commanders is gonna love that pretty little smile of yours”

“Bite me,” you spat back, voice laced with venom.

“Tell the girls to clean her up and get her settled,” Kid addressed the first mate as he used his devil fruit to release your bindings, dropping you to the hard floor unceremoniously. He threw your mask at you, bouncing with an audible clunk off your already sore head, and you grabbed it greedily. Killer watched you with empathy as you desperately covered your mouth back up, he knew that feeling well and felt like an asshole for knowing what you hid underneath. You shot daggers up at him as the mask was settled in its rightful place, the room brightening for a moment as the door opened for the captain to leave before returning to its barely lit state.

As the months passed, you found yourself feeling surprisingly comfortable amongst the Kid Pirates. It'd taken you a while to heal and stop being so jumpy, but it came as no surprise to learn you were not the only crew member who had been hired via torture after pissing the short-fused captain off, and they all thought it was hilarious in retrospect. You hoped one day you'd find it funny too, but for now you still had aches from where new scars pulled taut on your skin as you moved. You found yourself at home among the other girls, and learned that Kid protected them with fierce loyalty. You had expected to have to reject more advances from him, but as it turned out, he treated the girls on his crew like sisters, and after months of getting past the violent way you were brought on the ship, you found yourself able to laugh in his presence. You never expected to enjoy the life of a pirate, but in truth it was nice to not have to fight for everything and take care of yourself, it was soothing to know someone had your back if you got into trouble. The girls had been diligent in tending to your wounds and nursing you back to health, and you'd gotten to know them well over the last few months. At first you thought about running every chance you got, but now you felt a pang of guilt whenever you thought of leaving the women you'd come to call friends, and ultimately pushed away the idea of leaving all together.

Much like the first mate though, you never removed your mask in front of the others. They'd allowed you to put up a curtain around your cot so you could sleep without it in privacy, you ate your meals in solitude sitting on the figurehead skull of the ship, and thankfully the showers were built as separate cubicles with doors. Nobody asked why you wore the mask, they respected your privacy the same way they respected Killer's, to ask what lay underneath would be a disrespect against both of you. As for the two that had seen, Kid and Killer kept your secret, even from the other commanders. Their word was gospel, so nobody pried, and it helped to make you feel safe here. You hadn't gone this long without someone asking about what the mask hid for months, the only questions you ever got from the crew were in regard to the mask itself. How was it made? Why a lion? Where did you get it? Is it annoying to wear? Curiosities that you couldn't fault, but always asked in a respectful manner.

This evening, like many other evenings, you found yourself drinking with the crew. It was a crew of around thirty, and although there were a few members held higher than the rest - the captain, first mate, and four commanders - it was clear the whole crew were friends, and there was no divide when they drank. You found yourself sitting next to Heat, a quiet, tall man with an almost grey skin tone, thick blue hair that fell in waves, and an almost perpetually sad expression. He was sweet, and easy to be around, and you often found yourself seeking his company. He didn't pry about your past as long as you didn't ask about his, and he was okay with a comfortable silence, making him one of your favourite people to spend time with, along with his best friend Wire, another commander who was similar in personality, though a lot more stoic, an a significant amount taller. Heat looked tough, but on a more personal level seemed far too soft to be a pirate. He didn't have a devil fruit, but he could breathe fire, and his long thorn-like tattoos fascinated you. He was an interesting man, someone you could see yourself opening up to in the past, if you hadn't sworn to close your heart from all men after the betrayal you experienced with the last one.

For obvious reasons, you didn't actually drink around the others, you just took part in the conversations. Unlike the Massacre Soldier, who could thread a straw through the holes in his mask, your mask was one solid form, the only holes being a mesh for ventilation hidden under the top row of sharp teeth, and the holes in the lion's nose where there the anatomy dictated, again so you could actually breathe. You enjoyed the company none-the-less though, and you'd never been one for drinking before the mask anyway so it was no loss. You didn't like the way alcohol made you feel, you preferred to keep your wits about you. That was another thing you enjoyed about Heat, he was your comrade in sober arms, also preferring not to drink. Apparently last time he got drunk he accidentally set fire to a bar, so he chose to stay sober for everyone's safety.

You laughed wholeheartedly as Quincy fell victim to a well planned truth or dare, admitting she'd had a raunchy sex dream about another crewmate, Bubblegum, the crew erupting in laughter as the two of them flushed bright red. The laughter died down and it was Quincy's turn to ask a question to the next victim, and your breath caught as you thought she was going to pick you, only to move one more over and pick Heat. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Truth or dare Heatie!” She coughed out, trying to quickly divert the crew's attention.

“Truth,” he replied calmly.

“Okay, mmmm,” she pressed a index finger to her mouth as she thought, “tell us who you have a crush on!”

A few of the crew went “ooooooh” as Heat turned bright red, and Kid sat up, his attention piqued.

“Look how red he is!” Kid barked, “there's definitely someone!”

“Tell us! Tell us!” Someone called out.

“It's… it's…[y/n]” he finally stuttered out, finally breaking, curling in on himself and trying to hide his flushed face from you. Your own face went pink at the admission, you hadn't expected it at all and there were butterflies in your chest. Heat quickly picked the next victim to move the attention, and you quietly excused yourself from the gathering.

“I didn't mean to offend you,” Heat said softly as he approached where you sat on the figurehead skull, facing the ocean. You quickly wiped your tears and sniffed, replacing your mask which you'd removed to keep it dry from your crying. “Were you crying? [Y/n] I'm so sorry, please forget I said anything, it's just a dumb game”

“It's not that, Heat,” you sniffed, “it just… brought up some not very nice memories is all. It's not your fault”

“Oh, well I'm sorry anyway,” he shifted awkwardly on his feet, “do you want to talk about it?”

“The last man I was with was not kind,” you tried to explain, “he… decided I was no longer worth the trouble, and he did this,” you pointed at the mask.

“Can I… see?” He asked shyly.

You looked out to the ocean, thinking hard about whether you were ready for that, ready to let someone past that heavily guarded wall. If anyone would understand, it was him. In truth, you didn't want to carry this burden alone anymore, and you knew he was more than willing to carry it with you. You looked around the deck for spying eyes, and seeing no other life you gave him a small nod and patted the figurehead next to you, inviting him to come sit. He climbed up and sat beside you, cross legged and patient. You sighed nervously as you unlatched the mask with shaky hands, turning to him anxiously.

“Oh,” he said softly.

Staring back at him, stretching from the corners of your mouth to the apex of your jaw, were the jagged scars of a Glasgow smile, just like his own. His heart stung when he saw it, he knew the pain you'd been through, physical and emotional, and the way you no doubt feel every time you look in the mirror. You turned away from him again, replacing the mask and looking back out to the ocean.

“Did you kill him?” He asked, shuffling a little closer so your shoulders touched, staring out to the sea with you.

“Yes,” you replied flatly.

“Good,” he huffed. “How long ago did it happen, if you don't mind me asking”

“Three years,” you idly picked at the cuticles on your fingers.

“The dysphoria will pass, in time,” he assured you, then pointed at his own scars, “rival gang, eight years ago. I wore a scarf over the scars for five years before I finally got comfortable with my own reflection. It'll pass, and nobody here will judge you when it finally does”

You nodded quietly and rested your head on his shoulder, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence till you started to fall asleep and decided to head to bed.

“MOVE, GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Heat shouted at the other crewmates that had crowded around your fallen form.

In a blink of an eye, everything had gone so very wrong. The crew had been raiding a marine base, rampaging through it as they always did, cutting down marines left and right. Nobody could have known the building you were fighting next to was structurally unsound, closed off from use years ago, scheduled to be demolished before it could collapse on someone's head. One small shake of the ground from a nearby explosion and the whole outer wall crumbled, burying you in heavy cement faster than you had a chance to register what was happening. The crew had been quick to dig you out, working together to move the large slab of concrete that was crushing you. Heat took in your seemingly lifeless body with baited breath, the limbs on your right side twisted in unnatural positions, deep purple bruises already forming on any skin that was visible, blood running from your nose and ears.

Your body moved just a little, and suddenly you were screaming. Awaking in absolute agony, everything was on fire, you could barely think through the pain. Only one coherent word escaped you, a shrill, desperate scream of his name, before the world went black again. Thankful that you were unconscious again so you didn't have to feel your injuries, Heat carefully lifted you, holding you close to his chest as he carried you back to the ship, tears silently rolling down his cheeks and neck as he tried his best to keep it together for you, to get you somewhere safe and start the long, hard process of healing.

For five days you slept in the infirmary of the Victoria Punk, and for those five days Heat never left your side, sleeping in an old metal chair next to you, his head against your arm and your good hand held gently in his, praying to whatever god that would listen that you'd wake up. His back ached from sleeping upright, he had deep, dark bags under his eyes, and he smelt as bad as he looked, still covered in the grime and blood from the battle, refusing to leave your side for long enough to shower. You needed him here, he needed to be here when you woke up, because you had to wake up, and he fought tooth and nail against anyone who dared to try and drag him away.

When you finally awoke, you did so with a small whimper, unable to remember what had happened, or understand why half your limbs weren't reacting the way you wanted them to. Heat had been asleep next to you, but was quickly at attention, standing over you and making sure you knew he was here before you had time to question whether you were all alone.

“Shh, don't try to move,” he said softly, stopping you from sitting up too fast with a firm but gentle hand against your chest, “you got hurt real bad, but you're safe now, you're gonna be okay”

Your hand flew to your mouth, feeling for your mask, looking up at him with wide shocked eyes when you found it was missing.

“Shh, shh, it's okay,” he took your hand back in his and removed it from your face, “only the doc saw, nobody else except Kid and Killer have come in here, and they said they'd already seen”

Your breathing calmed down again as you accepted his assurances, squeezing his hand and trying to sit up again. You wanted, no, needed to know how bad the damage was, you needed to see for yourself. You felt heavy, no doubt from painkillers, but you could still tell something was very wrong, your right arm and leg still not responsive. Heat saw your efforts and sighed, he knew there was no keeping you from it any longer.

“I'm gonna help you sit up okay?” He slid his arm around your shoulders and held the other against your chest, “But I need you to not panic. Your injuries were life threatening, Emma did everything in her power but she couldn't save everything”

You tried your best to stay calm but you couldn't help but start to hyperventilate as he sat you up and pulled the blanket that covered you aside, finally seeing the damage for yourself. Your right arm was in a cast, from your armpit to your hand, set in a bend. Your pinky and ring finger were missing, only stubs of them remained. You were wearing nothing but your underwear, your entire torso wrapped in bandages, healing graze marks and yellowing bruises peeking out from wherever the wrapping didn't cover. But the worst of the injuries was your right leg. Or rather, lack thereof, because from your mid thigh down was just empty space where your leg should have been, a bandage wrapped tightly around the short nub that remained.

Heat held you tight to his chest as you took in the damage and started to sob, your tears soaking into his corset shirt and rehydrating some of the blood and dirt on his chest. You weren't sure how long you cried for, at some point he climbed up on the bed and sat behind you, rocking you back and forth and cooing reassurances in your ear until you were able to settle your breathing and your sobs turned to teary-eyed hiccups.

“It's gonna be okay,” Heat assured, his arms around your torso as he pressed a kiss to your dirty hair, “Kid is already working on a prosthetic for you, Emma said the amount she was able to save is plenty to learn to walk again with one, it's gonna be okay, I'm gonna be here the whole time”

You nodded as you let yourself rest back against him, the weight of your emotional burden too much to bare alone anymore, letting him support your exhausted body and keep you afloat.

A few days had passed and Emma, as the ship's doctor, had cleared you to leave the infirmary. You couldn't walk given you would need two working arms for crutches, and with your dominant arm out of action you struggled at even the most basic tasks, so Heat insisted you stay with him. He'd pulled a spare mattress from the henchmen's quarters and was sleeping on the floor with it, leaving the entire queen size bed for you. As a commander he had his own room and a small humble bathroom, nothing compared to the grand rooms Kid and Killer had, but it was private and it was comfortable, and it kept you from embarrassing yourself in the middle of the night whenever you needed to go to the bathroom. He'd even rearranged his room for you, and made Kid install metal railings, all you needed to do was hop a few supported steps to make it to the toilet. If you had to travel any further he didn't hesitate to carry you, he didn't even need to be asked, all you had to do was look at him and he was moving.

The first thing you needed after leaving the infirmary was a good wash. Emma had done her best with Heat's assistance to sponge bath what they could to keep your wounds clean of the blood and debris you'd been covered in when Heat had carried you in, but you really needed a soak to wipe away the thick layer of grime. You couldn't wash yourself though, you needed to keep your casted arm out of the water, which meant a shower was out of the question - not that you'd be able to stand in one - and with only one hand there was no way you were washing your hair on your own. Even with the one working arm, your chest and side were still aching from the deep bruising you'd received as a result of being crushed, you were lucky you hadn't broken any ribs, but every movement hurt badly.

Emma had offered to wash you, but you'd surprised yourself and Heat by asking him instead. Somehow you felt more comfortable with the idea of him seeing you naked. Not that you had anything against Emma, you just felt safest with Heat. He'd carried you wordlessly to his room, wrapped in the infirmary blanket, and sat you on the closed toilet seat in his bathroom while he ran the water. Emma had given you the all clear to remove your bandages, though the one on your amputated leg would need to be replaced afterwards, so you worked on removing them while you waited. When the water was ready he helped you to your… foot… and held you steady while you used your good arm to manoeuvre your underwear past your hips, letting it fall to the floor at your ankles and leaving you entirely naked in front of him except for your cast.

He lifted you gently and lowered you into the water, your good arm around his neck for support. Using the old bandages he fashioned a sort of sling hanging from the curtain railing to keep your other arm out of the water, so you wouldn't have to worry about holding it up yourself the whole time. He was so careful and methodical as he washed you, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks the whole time, unable to look you in the eye for shame of how much he enjoyed seeing your naked body, how much he enjoyed touching you, when such horrible circumstances had led to this.

He avoided your genitals, letting you wash them yourself, and you sighed as his strong fingers worked shampoo into your scalp, washing away thick layers of grime that a sponge bath couldn't touch. It was quiet and intimate, the only words shared being him asking consent and you granting it as he worked on the different parts of your body, wiping away the blood and dirt. You whimpered as the cloth ran over your stump, burying your face in his chest for moral support as he diligently cleaned the old blood from it, the conditioner in your hair transfering to his skin.

Finally finished, he discarded the cloth and held you close while he knelt next to the tub, and you couldn't help but cry more at the awful state of your body. He didn't question your need to cry, he just held you while you got it all out till you took a deep breath and pushed yourself away from him, nodding that you were ready to move on. He rinsed the conditioner from your hair and drained the tub, wrapping you in a soft towel as he picked you back up and carried you to the bed. He held you in his lap as he dried you with an extra towel, patting dry your hair and wiping the dewdrops from your limbs. He held you firm to his chest, your arm around his neck, your head tucked under his chin as you listened to his rhythmic breathing. It was enough to lull you to sleep, so he carefully slipped an old baggy t-shirt over you, trying his best to not wake you, and tucked you into his bed, leaving you to rest.

It'd been close to six weeks since the accident. Your arm cast had been removed a week ago, so you were now able to get around on your own using crutches, though the distance you could go before tiring was limited. Kid had built you a beautiful prosthetic leg, even going so far as adding a lion's clawed paw for the foot to match your mask, and Emma had given the go ahead for you to try using it in a few more days. For now, your stump remained covered in a compression sock, to promote healing and make sure it was ready for the prosthetic to be fitted. Kid had become an unlikely ally in this battle, having lost a limb himself he understood how you were feeling, and had helped you through more than one dark episode while you mourned the loss of your leg.

Mostly though, it was Heat that was there for you. You were still staying in his room, even though you assured him you could manage on your own. He insisted you would be more comfortable here, and try as you might he refused to share the large bed with you to at least alleviate a little of your guilt, telling you over and over that he was more than comfortable on his mattress, even though it was clear to everyone that his back was hurting and his eyes had heavy bags. You could hear him toss and turn at night, his quality of sleep significantly diminished because of his chivalrous sacrifice, but he'd give up anything to make you even slightly more comfortable. You had to admit though, having the privacy to sleep without your mask without fear of peeping toms was a luxury in itself. You didn't wear the mask in the bedroom, more than comfortable without it in front of Heat. He still helped you bathe, but it'd become significantly less awkward, now a time for conversation and laughter. You no longer had a cast to keep dry, and you really didn't need help anymore other than getting in and out of the tub, but neither of you had said anything about it, so he happily continued to help you, and you graciously accepted the help and his company. Subconsciously, neither of you wanted to let go of that time alone together, and you secretly enjoyed the feel of his hands wandering over your body, and the way he silently scanned your curves, a quiet hunger in his eyes that never left no matter how many times he saw you naked.

On this night, the ship was on route to a winter island, the long reaching weather system already chilling the air significantly as Heat helped you into bed. He stole a chaste kiss on the top of your hair, as he often did these days, before excusing himself to his mattress on the floor.

Hours passed, and he woke as he often did, sighing to himself and twisting his torso to crack his sore back. He strolled in his sweatpants to the bathroom to get a glass of water, thankful that his natural abilities kept him well heated, so he didn't feel the chill of the snowy weather outside. You, however, were not a fire breather, and were very much feeling the cold. You were shivering in your sleep, hunched in on yourself to try and conserve any heat from escaping but failing miserably. He felt a pang of guilt at your shaking form, and opened a cupboard to get you another blanket, only to discover you were already using the extra one. What was he to do? His own blanket was barely anything, more of a thin fabric to cover him for comfort than for warmth, it wouldn't make any difference to put it over you. Should he go find you another blanket? Where from? Maybe he could wake Wire and see if he had a spare? Everyone else on the ship felt the cold the same as you though, they were no doubt all using their blankets.

Stressed that you would fall ill, he pulled at his hair, trying to find a solution, till a small whimper escaped you and the solution was abundantly clear. He lifted the blankets and slid in beside you, wrapping himself around your body, covering as much of your icy frame as he could with his hot skin. Your shivering quickly stopped, and a small smile formed on your face as you settled into a deeper sleep. He let go a sigh of relief and shuffled till he was comfortable, laying so close that his head was on the same pillow as yours. It felt like a violation of your personal space, but he couldn't bare to watch you shiver anymore, and he felt butterflies at being able to hold you so close in what was really his bed, even if it mostly smelt like you these days, not that he had complaints.

You were so warm when you woke up, wrapped in what felt like an army of hot water bottles, your skin sticky with sweat but you were too comfy to care. It took you an embarrassing long time to realise you weren't alone, a soft breath rustling your hair gently in a rhythmic pattern that matched the movement of the warm form next to you. Your eyes traced the thorn like tattoos that ran up and down the arm that was draped over you, a thick, muscular thigh trapped between yours, a pillow of pale blue hair intermingled with your own. You had wrapped yourself around him like a koala on a tree, seeking out his warmth in the night and clinging to it so it couldn't escape. You tilted your head up, your face now millimetres from his, inspecting fondly the scars on his face that matched your own. The dark eyeliner he liked to wear under his eyes was smudged, always too lazy to remove it before he slept, and his chin was covered in a fine layer of blue stubble. You blushed at how handsome he was, and how close said handsome face was to yours, his strong arms wrapped around you like he was just as unwilling to let go as you were.

His eyes fluttered open, his dark irises immediately focusing on you and his pupils blown wide in surprise as he realised the position he was in. He tried to pull away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but you pulled him back to you, pressing your lips to his on instinct, in a desperate plea for him to stay. For a moment he didn't move, frozen in fear that this wasn't real, that you hadn't really kissed him, till he finally accepted the reality and kissed you back. His kiss was tender, full of devotion and longing, and you made a small moan as his tongue ran over your bottom lip and his hand wove into your hair. You opened your lips for him and his tongue dove inside, rutting against yours with his own quiet moan as you held him tight, pulling lightly on his hair to wordlessly beg for more.

He rolled you on to your back, pressing his thigh further up between your legs, and you whimpered into his mouth as you tried to roll your hips to rub against him, desperate for friction but unable to get it with your stupid useless stump. Understanding your frustration he ran his hand quickly down your front, threading it under the waistband of your pyjamas and your panties to slide between your wet folds. He pressed a thumb to your clit, circling it as his index finger toyed with your entrance, before sliding in and pumping you with slow, shallow movements that made you cry out. You hadn't realised how badly you needed him, how much you needed him inside you, filling you and sharing your breaths. He pulled away from the kiss and you could see your own feelings reflected in his eyes, all that longing and need and love. Love you didn't think was possible for you to even feel again, but it was there, without a doubt, and you knew he felt it too.

He watched your face carefully as he slid a second finger inside you, then a third, his pace quickening as your walls fluttered around his digits, his clothed erection rutting against the thigh of your good leg in his own desperate need for friction. He wanted to he inside you so badly, he wanted to feel your hot wet walls take him in and see your face contort as you came on his cock, the thought alone was almost enough to make him cum as he groaned and kissed you with fervour. He swallowed your moans as you clamped down on his fingers, your back arching off the bed as you came hard, shuddering underneath him.

As soon as your high had settled, you were sitting up and trying your best to claw away at his pants. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad, you'd already cum once but you ached with need. He pushed down his pants, his cock springing to attention, red and swollen with equal need, precum leaking from the tip. You eyed him hungrily, he was thick and longer than average, a set of three piercings running up the underside, you wanted to know how they would feel inside you. He helped you pull off your own clothes before settling between your legs, his tip prodding at your entrance but not yet inside, much to your frustration.

“Are you sure?” He asked nervously. You pulled him down by his neck and kissed him, forcing your tongue in his mouth before biting his bottom lip, pulling a groan from him.

“Please, Heat,” you begged, “I need you inside me, please”

He returned his lips to yours as he slid inside you, stretching you out, till the need to breathe was too much and you broke the kiss to pant, holding his shoulders tight as he sheathed himself inside you. You let out a stuttered moan, your breathing haggard as you rolled your hips to try and get him to move. He pumped you deep and agonisingly slow, just enjoying the pull of your walls on his length, till you wrapped your good leg around him and pressed your heel against his ass, moaning and clawing at his back as his pace finally picked up. He buried his face in your shoulder as he fucked you hard and fast, holding the headboard above you for support while his other hand held your hip tight, his fingers leaving bruises in your skin. You cried out a flurry of curses, mixed with his name and a string of yes yes yes as he groaned and panted in your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praising you for how well you were taking him.

His movements became erratic as you started to tighten around him again, your fingernails sinking into the skin on his back as you screamed his name and came hard, clamping around his cock and pulling him forcefully with you. His thrusts stuttered and stilled as he unloaded inside you, his hot thick load dripping out of you for lack of space as he shook and groaned. He collapsed to your side, pulling you with him, his softening cock still buried inside you as he held you to his chest. You draped your leg over his hip, kissing him softly, slowly, your tongues pressing together with more careful and tender movements, no longer driven by the carnal need for him to be inside you. You were full and content, comfortable despite his cock still buried in you, you felt like you could stay connected like this forever. He made you feel safe, and beautiful, despite your scars and mutilated body, as he pressed loving kisses over your Glasgow smile, and you returned the favour with kisses traced along his.

[sanjisbby]

ROBE | Eustass Kid

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, dub-con, jerk off, solo masturbation, english is not my first language.

word count: 634

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Entering your shared chamber, Kid finds you sleeping. You are laying on your side, wearing a robe. You just took a shower, and he can tell because your hair is damp against the pillow. Kid thought to himself that if you just finished showering and wearing a robe, that means you have nothing underneath.

He feels his dick stirs in his pants just from the thought. He makes his way to you, then he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. He brushes your forehead and goes to your cheek, his gaze is on your lips. He pushes you back by your shoulder so that you are laying on your back. His gaze moves to your chest. Your nipples are visible through the thin robe, they look perky and hard, probably because it's cold.

Seeing that you probably will not wake up, he grabs the band of your robe and pulls it. When the band is untied, the robe falls to your sides and reveals your naked front. Kid takes a sharp breath. There is a large visible tent on his pants.

His dick is hard. He can feel his dick stir as he takes in those perfectly round, pebbled nipples. Your chest rise and fell in a steady rhythm. He wants nothing more than to lick and suckle them and rubs his fingers over them, pinching and twisting until he hear your delicious moans and whimpers.

He grazes his flesh fingertips over the round globe of your breasts. He glances up at your face to find you breathing steadily, still asleep, as he wishes. He groans softly as he cups your sweet breasts, softly massages it, making sure not to wake you up.

He can’t take it anymore. He unbuckles his belt then unzips his fly and takes off his pants along with the boxers. He grabs his hard dick with his flesh hand and begins to stroke himself while looking at you.

He imagines the feeling of him moving in and out of your soft and gummy walls. How you let out a moan every time he thrust forward into you, his breath on your shoulder blades makes you have goosebumps. Inhaling the scent of the wash you used and smelling in how wonderful you smell.

He strokes faster. The fact you don’t even know what he is doing turned him on even more. The way your legs wrap around him keeping him close to you even though there’s no spaces left between you. Your nails digging through his back, making it stings every time he showered after sex.

He strokes even faster and begins groaning and moaning while throwing his head back. The way your breasts jiggle when he fastens his thrusts. You let out whimpers and squeeze his dick when he says dirty things in your ear. He knows that you love it when he speaks to you like that.

He is so close. His dick feels like it's ready to burst. He longs to grab your thigh so tight it would leave a bruise. To hear her moaning his name continuously when she’s close to her release. To hear her whimpering and crying from below him. To feel her grip his dick so tight and release herself all over him.

He can’t take it anymore and cum all over himself. Some of his cum landed on your robe. He lets out heavy breaths. His eyes are closed. He stays there for a while to catch his breath. Then, he grabs a towel to clean the mess he made and tied up your robe back on. He makes sure not to leave any trace of him being a pervert on you. When everything is done, he climbs up next to you and cuddles you to sleep.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[laawlesss]

;; Camp Grand Line !! , pt. iii

>> link to pt i.

; words? ; 11.1k

; warnings? ; mild language, description of anxiety.

; genre? ; fluff, slowburn, eventual comfort/angst.

; request? ; no.

; pairing? ; portgas d. ace/reader || mild trafalgar d. law/reader, roronoa zoro/reader, eustass kid/reader.

; notes ; aha…. hey….. sure been a while, huh….. ahaha….. all jokes aside im sorry for the late update! life has been mad hectic recently. writers block came for my throat i stg. nonetheless, i hope yall enjoy this one, extra long to make up for my absence <3 crossposted on ao3 as always

The two of you had found Eustass laid out by the lake, reclined in an old lawn chair with his head resting on his prosthetic arm, a solo cup held in his other. Killer was sitting beside him carrying on casual conversation, seemingly just relaxing by the lake. Their chairs were plopped onto the shore, feeble metal legs shoved amidst the pebbles and grainy sand of the lake shore. It was a pretty view, that was for sure. The lake was deep in emerald greens, fading to the light cerulean shades as the water got more shallow. 

Reeds and cattails framed the edges of the water, thick layers of lily pads decorated the shallows, soft chirps from frogs and crickets filling the air. Your eyes caught on a shiny dragonfly, watching it flit amidst the grass and pebbles before skittering out of your view. The long pier that stretched out into the lake was made of an old but sturdy wood, the sun-bleached planks always warm from the afternoon rays. It had a few inlets where small kayaks were tied, drifting lazily from the small ripples in the calm lake. 

Trees bordered the perimeter and you could see one part of the lake drifting off around a bend, curious as to what lay beyond what was blocking your view. Distant coos from doves and summer birds sounded from all around you. The sky overheard was a crystal shade of blue and was scattered with soft, fluffy white clouds. You could make out the shape of a distant hawk soaring through the wide blue far over the tree line. The whole scene was picture perfect and seemed like something out of a postcard. 

Franky’s shed stood to one side of the pier, affixed with a few signs warning campers to not swim alone, to wear life jackets, all the usual safety regulations. Its old wood was graying, but it still stood strong, kept in perfect shape by your fellow counselor. You knew he’d already checked out the interior, made sure all of the fishing rods were clean and functional, and that the oars were all sturdy and firm. He loved taking care of the things inside, and patching up the kayaks and canoes if there ever was an accident that damaged them. 

The two men on the shore were alerted to your presence as your shoes crunched on the sand and grit, Ace trailing a few steps behind you as you marched over to Eustass, mustering up as much courage as you could. Why did he have your walkie? You could clearly see the hunk of metal that was his own walkie hanging from his waist, he didn’t need two of them. Besides, he had Killer with him too, and Killer had his own respective walkie as well. 

“Long time no see, sweetheart!” Eustass cheered, his words falling into his signature raucous laugh as a twisted grin marred his features. He had pushed himself up from his chair, straightening to his full height of six-foot-nine. It was genuinely terrifying, and you had to will your legs to keep moving as you approached him. “Come to drink with us?” Eustass purred, clutching the solo cup in his grip and holding it out to you. 

Quickly declining, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously. You heard Ace drop the box of walkies neatly on the shore, standing behind you with crossed arms. “Ah, no, that’s okay. I get you guys have your little ritual thing but I don’t really drink—“ You trailed off with a sigh, reminding yourself to stay focused. Who was he, anyways? Just some stupid mechanic blessed with a few extra inches of height. Nothing to be scared of, you’d be fine. “I actually came to get my walkie back.” You nodded affirmatively, steeling your nerves as you crossed your arms. 

“Why do you have it, anyways?” Ace piped up from behind you, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “If you can’t figure out how it works, you can just ask for help instead of taking a second one.” The ravenette shrugged, his tanned skin practically glowing in the summer light. 

“I know how it works, moron.” Eustass spat, a malicious sneer crossing his face. You internally begged Ace to just keep his mouth shut, you did not want to get on the mechanic’s bad side. “You’d probably say no if I just asked you outright, so I had to get a little sneaky.” The tall redhead shrugged, his eyes glinting with something dark. 

“Say no to.. what exactly?” You frowned, furrowing your brow. What did he want from you? The two of you hardly ever spoke more than a word or two every week, so why was he so intent on getting you out here? You were on worse terms with him than Ace, which was saying a lot. 

“You sound like a pervert, Eustass.” Ace deadpanned, idly scratching his head before shifting his weight on his feet. You shot him a glare, to which he just grinned as if he wasn’t purposely riling up the man who could probably break all of your bones with a calculated punch. 

“And you are a pervert, Portgas.” Eustass sneered, unclipping your lovingly decorated walkie-talkie from his belt and striding over to you, pushing Ace away with a hand to his face. You resisted a giggle as the ravenette looked pissed off for half a second, then replaced his cool demeanor. Your amusement vanished in an instant as the mechanic dangled your walkie just out of your reach, entertained by your inability to recover your precious instrument. “Don’t be so eager, doll.” 

You huffed, giving up in your tirade as you crossed your arms over your chest, an annoyed twitch of your eyebrow present as Eustass was beginning to piss you off. “What’s your damage, Eustass? What the hell do you want?” You growled, though something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to shut up and put as much distance between yourself and the violence-inclined red-haired giant in front of you. 

If anything, your frustration only seemed to amuse Eustass further, and he grinned. “If this is one of your weird fantasies, Kid, we don’t want any part of it.” Ace shoved his hands neatly into his pockets as he whistled to some made up tune, kicking at the sand under his boots. 

“Portgas I swear I—“ 

“What do you want?!” You shouted, repeating yourself again. You didn’t need the two getting into a fight on the first day. “I haven’t done anything to you, have I?” You huffed. You had scoured your brain for anything that you could have possibly done to piss the mechanic off, and you had come up blank. 

“You’re the only counselor that hasn’t done the ritual.” Killer spoke up, standing just off to the side. His stature was confident, his shoulders broad. His golden blond hair shone in the bright light of the afternoon. He was just slightly shorter than his friend, his signature striped mask set securely in place despite the heat. 

You were confused for a split second before your eyes widened. Thinking hard, you listed off every counselor in your mind. Luffy, Nami, Ace, hell, even Chopper did the damn ritual that Killer was talking about. Nervousness filled your body, and you took a step back, only to bump into Ace. You were effectively trapped in the circle of taller men, each of them staring at you. 

The ritual was a yearly thing that the more daring of the counselors did in the days before the campers arrived. You had to climb up onto the tallest outcropping over the lake, one affectionately nicknamed “heartbreak hill”, and jump almost seventy feet into the water below. It was a feat not for the faint of heart, and you’d managed to slip out of it in your previous years. You knew Luffy, Ace, and Kid did it every year, finding some kind of sick pleasure in torturing themselves with the adrenaline rushes, but you were perfectly happy staying safely on the shore. 

Turning and staring at Ace, he just shrugged, “I mean, he’s right.” You sent the freckled man a scowl, hoping that he would’ve offered you an out, but he seemed just as intent on your early demise as Kid and Killer. Your attention was drawn back to Kid as he cackled, loud and low. 

“Can’t get out of it this year, dolly!” He grinned, bracing his arms on his hips. “Ya got until sundown, and one of us has to be a witness.” You gulped before shaking your head, your hands balling up into fists. You could say no! The boys were intimidating as hell, that was for sure, but they couldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to. 

“You can’t make me jump.” You sneered, deciding instead to cross your arms over your chest. “The ritual is stupid anyways, I’m not an adrenaline whore like the rest of you.” Killer put a hand over his mask as if to cover his mouth at your words, and you heard Kid sigh. 

“Nah, you’re right. We can’t. But, we can…“ He lifted your walkie-talkie in his good hand, before cocking back his arm. He was prepped to hurl your device to the deepest part of the lake, his eyes narrowed as a sickeningly sly grin stretched over his face. “..Do this!” He shot his arm forward, and you screeched a ‘No!!’ before leaping into the air and grabbing onto his forearm, your legs dangling slightly in the air. 

“Fine! Fine, I’ll do it.” You grumbled, still eyeing the colors of your walkie in Kid’s grip. A triumphant grin stretched across the redhead’s face, his dark lipstick always impeccable. He lowered his arm enough that your feet hit the sand, letting you down as his eyes swirled with mischief. You huffed, letting go of him and putting distance between yourself and the ginger. 

“Atta’ girl.” His grin turned into a dark smirk, and you suddenly felt safer with the pyromaniac behind you than you did with the mechanic in front of you. “I’ll just hold onto this for ya, for the time being. Wouldn’t want it to sink in the lake after you jump, now would we?” Kid leered, clipping your walkie back to his belt and giving the side of it an affectionate flick with a painted nail. 

You were nearly fuming, and still entirely unsure as to why Eustass was so adamant about you doing the ritual, but you had put too much time and effort into lovingly decorating your walkie-talkie that you couldn’t bear to see disappear into the depths of the crystalline camp lake. It wasn’t just a hunk of metal to you, you had memories attached to the little box. Every year you had added something new to the design to remind you of that summer’s events and it was covered in mementos and inside jokes that were priceless to you. 

Scrunching up your face, you stuck your tongue out at Eustass, before spinning on your heel and stomping away. You needed to build up your courage before sundown and that was nearly impossible with the giant staring you down. “Remember your deadline, angel!” Kid cackled, not bothering to follow after you since he still held your walkie hostage. You flipped him off over your shoulder, shouting for Ace to get the box and follow you. 

Ace had scrambled to scoop the box up, his boots digging into the dirt as he hurried to catch up to you. It was quiet for a moment before he broke the silence, watching your back as you stormed down the path away from the lake. 

“You coulda said no, y’know! Eustass is a bastard, but he wouldn’t have forced you to jump if you really didn’t want to.” He shrugged, adjusting the box under his arm. In an instant, you had spun on him, nearly getting steamrolled before Ace quickly stopped in his tracks. 

“Thank you for your input, peanut gallery, I know.” You rolled your eyes,  picking up a stick and smacking Ace on the shoulder, the bundle of leaves still attached nearly suffocating him as you attacked him weakly. He managed to dodge most of your swings, but the last one caught him in the mouth and he was left sputtering leaves. “But my beloved walkie would have suffered, and I really don’t want to see it sink to its watery grave.” 

Pivoting, you kept ahold of your branch in case Ace decided to say something else that you deemed stupid. “Okay, fair point, but I didn’t need to taste leaves for you to get your point across.” He huffed, picking up the pace behind you. “If it makes you feel any better, the jump really isn’t that bad, just close your eyes and hold your breath and it’s over in a second.” The ravenette spoke matter-of-factly, nodding his head as the trail widened enough for him to walk alongside you. 

“That’s not the part I’m worried about, pyro. That part of the lake isn’t as deep as the rest of it, and the rocks at the bottom of the cliff are definitely real.” You used your hands to mimic jumping off the cliff and landing with a big explosion onto the boulders and mires at the base of the rock face. 

Ace laughed, hearty and deep, a sound that nearly had you swaying on your feet. “Nah, you don’t have anything to worry about. The water’ll catch ya. Now if it was someone like Zoro jumping, he might need to freak, since he’s more dense than you are. Literally and figuratively.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t shatter, since you’re about as dense as the cliff itself.” 

“Why thank you, sweetheart.” 

His cheeky retort had you scoffing, choosing instead to focus on the path ahead. Pacing back to the main road of the camp, the two of you looked around for other counselors. Most everyone had retreated to their assigned cabins, even the kitchen of the dining hall was empty. You heaved a sigh since it meant you’d have to wander all across camp again. Your poor, poor legs. 

You had decided to take one of the smaller boxes from the dining hall and divide up the rest of the walkies. Ace would take the ones for the Newgate and New World cabins, while you’d take the ones for the TSGM and doctor cabins. You smiled as you admired each of the carefully decorated instruments, enjoying that you could see each counselor’s distinct personality in the way they designed their walkie. You were more than happy to get away from Ace, especially since you no longer needed his help now that the box was much lighter. 

He’d gone off with a wink and a flick of his sun-bleached orange hat, promising that he wouldn’t be gone for too long, to which you stuck your tongue out and hoped he’d get lost in the woods around camp. You went to find one of your closest confidants, Nami. 

+++

“What a dirtbag! Who does he think he is, forcing you to go through something like that!” Nami was pacing back and forth in the admissions building, her walkie secured beside her three-part walking stick that hung on her belt. It was designed cutely, with tangerines and pinwheels neatly painted on it. 

“Exactly what I was thinking. But I don’t want my walkie to become fish food, so I have to jump.” You sighed, slumping over the main desk as you toyed with a stray pen you’d found, spinning it in your hand. 

“Why does he want you to jump so bad anyways? Why’d he take your stuff in the first place?” Nami was working herself into a tizzy, fuming as she paced. She was just as frustrated as you were, if not more so. Your old friend was pretty protective over you, especially when it came to drama over men. You could tell that she was just itching to smother Kid with his own bunk pillow. 

“No idea. I’ve found it’s better to just think he’s insane rather than to try and find a motive.” You nodded solemnly, watching as the pen you were messing with left little ink marks on the counter when you twirled it. 

The ginger huffed, letting out a noise of frustration. She seemed to regain herself as she turned to you, leaning against the counter. After watching you twirl the pen, she let out a soft sigh, releasing some of her built up anger. “…So are you actually gonna do it?” Nami absentmindedly turned the friendship bracelets she had on her wrist. 

You dropped your head onto your arms, letting out a groan. “…Yeah. I’m trying to work up the courage right now. I didn’t exactly plan to jump off a seventy-foot cliff when I left for camp.” Your mind was spinning in circles and nervousness tugged at the pit of your stomach. You never were the type to go chasing after the wild somersaulting of your heart that came with adrenaline rushes, you preferred to leave that to the trio of impulsive brothers that you were friends with. 

You tugged on Nami’s hand until she held it out to you, using the pen you were fiddling with to draw little scribbles on her skin. Her soft brown eyes followed your movements as you inked miniature flowers and hearts. “It’s not that scary in hindsight, if it helps any. It’s over in an instant so you don’t really have time to be scared. Then again, Luffy did push me off for mine, so it could be different for you.” She spoke with her usual melodic tone, something that offered you comfort. 

You were reminded of the year prior when Nami had made her way up to heartbreak hill claiming she was going to jump, before her anxiety got the better of her. Luffy had run up behind her and given her a massive shove, sending them both tumbling into the cold lake below. Neither of them were hurt, but Nami held a grudge for most of the summer and Luffy wasn’t able to stop laughing if someone brought it up. 

“What about that part of the lake? Aren’t there rocks and stuff?” You hummed, chewing anxiously at the inside of your cheek. “What if I hit one? Can you die from falling into water from that height?” Each of your questions were perfectly reasonable, and caused Nami to give you a caring smile. 

“It’s safe. Well, as long as you don’t jump like Eustass did last year and land on your stomach.” The two of you shared a look before busting out into laughter, remembering the events of the summer prior. Eustass had been boasting and chasing his adrenaline high, forgetting to pivot his body in air as he fell. He landed with a loud slap into the water, earning raucous, hysterical laughter from Ace and Luffy, a smirk from Law, and concerned gasps from most everyone else. He’d pulled himself out of the lake, a bit woozy but otherwise fine, a crooked grin on his face. You had no idea how his ribs weren’t shattered, but the male counselors at camp seemed to have a running theme of superhuman resilience. 

“I don’t plan on doing that.” You giggled, still covering the back of Nami’s hand in faint doodles. “Is it cold?” 

“At first you don’t really notice because of everything going on, but then it hits you all at once. You know how the lake is always freezing, even at noon?” Nami watched you give her little tattoos. “It’s kind of worse because you can’t predict just how cold it is when you finally land. It’s more just a quick shock than anything, not any worse than when Sabo threw you into the lake last year.”  

You gave an involuntary shiver. “I’m really not looking forward to this, Nami.” You groaned, putting down your pen and laying your head on the counter of the main desk. The girl lay a soft, newly-decorated hand on the crest of your head and gave you a meager smile. 

“Can you just… say you did it? I’ll vouch, and I’m sure the rest of the guys would too.” She nodded, and your heart warmed. Your friends would always have your back. 

“No. Kid said there’s gotta be a witness, him or Killer, and I don’t think Killer is gonna lie on my behalf.” The two of you sighed in unison, before the sound of the front door opening drew your attention. Sabo was pushing the old wooden door open with a foot, arms piled with boxes of stuff that was likely going to be used later on for events. Setting them down onto the floor and pushing them out of the way with his boot, Sabo looked up and saw the two of you, his eyes lighting up. 

“Oh, hey! You two didn’t invite me in on the gossip?” The blonde smiled warmly, crossing his arms and raising a brow in false hurt. He tugged his recognizable hat off his head and set it on the main desk, before leaning on the counter on the other side of you. 

“It’s not really gossip—“ Nami exhaled, an irritated look crossing her face again. 

“I have to do the ritual this year or else Kid’s gonna waterboard my walkie.” You frowned, giving your friend a lazy wave. Your voice was flat and sounded tired, causing Sabo to narrow his eyes. Concern was rising in him, and he turned to you. 

“What do you mean?” His tone had dropped all of its previous glee, and his eyes were dark. You rarely saw such a serious side of him, his demeanor went from kind and placid to dangerous in an instant. You held your hand out to Sabo, and he recognized what you wanted to do in an instant, tugging off one of the gloves that he usually wore and placing his palm in yours. 

As you began to doodle on his hand much like you did Nami’s, the girl spoke up and began to explain. “Kid is holding her walkie-talkie hostage if she doesn’t jump off of heartbreak hill. We can’t vouch and say that she already jumped, because Kid or Killer has to be a witness.” Sabo seemed frustrated, but he held his hand still for you. 

“What a jerk.” He muttered, resting his chin on his free hand, seeming lost in thought. “Are you gonna do it?” He repeated the same question that Nami asked earlier, looking at you with concern. Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded again, trying not to think about the mess you had gotten yourself into. It would probably be best if you just got it over with instead of making yourself crazy thinking in circles about it. You comforted yourself by telling your brain that when you jumped it would be over in an instant, then you could get your walkie back and forget about the entire thing. 

“I’m kind of putting it off. We have, what, two hours until sunset?” You asked Nami as you sat up and began digging in the cardboard box behind you to find Sabo’s walkie. He gave you a thankful look before he clipped it to his belt, then held his hand up to get a closer look at the scribbles you had inked. 

“An hour and thirty.” Nami nodded, checking her various weather apps installed on her phone. Her face scrunched slightly in worry for you, and she chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. You pushed yourself up out of your seat as your best friend shot you a look of apprehension, her bright brown eyes still unsure. “Are you gonna be okay?” 

Sabo turned to you as well, waiting for your response. You gave another half-hearted shrug as you put your pen away, stretching your arms above your head. “Yeah. I just gotta get it over with. Will you two come with me?” Wringing your hands together you looked nervously between your two friends. Your courage was starting to build from what everyone had told you, but anxiety still roiled in the pit of your stomach. Nami moved to link her arm through yours, and Sabo placed a warm hand on your shoulder, the two of them showing their support for you. 

“Of course! If they try anything else, I’ll pummel them!” Nami made a fist with her other hand, her eyes darkening significantly. Her expression was matched by a wild fire burning in Sabo’s gaze. 

“Ditto.” The blonde nodded, and you laughed softly to dissuade the newfound tension. The two relaxed at the sound, sending you gentle and comforting smiles. After scooping up your box, the three of you marched out of the admissions building, making small talk and catching up as you strode down the road towards the lake. 

Nami’s idle chatter made a pleasant background to your thoughts as the three of you walked, your boots crunching on the gravel path. You didn’t know why exactly Eustass was so adamant about having you jump, maybe he was going crazy? You didn’t have any dirt on him, you had hardly spoken more than a few sentences in the couple of years that you’d known him. Trying to lighten the mood, Nami had made a joke about him bullying you because he liked you, which only shot a wave of fear through you. Eustass? Liking you? You resisted a shudder. 

“Heyyyy! Where are you guys goin’?” A cheerful voice called, breaking you out of your thoughts. You had about three seconds to brace yourself before strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, nearly knocking you over as Luffy jumped onto your back. You grunted as the walkies in your grasp threatened to spill out of the teetering box before you could right yourself, but ultimately couldn’t be upset at him due to the look on his face. His boyish smile was back, he was happy to see you. 

“The lake, Luffy.” Sabo stepped away from you to tug Luffy off of your back by the collar of his shirt, holding him in the air for a second as you recovered. 

“Ohhhh! Sounds like fun, can we come too?” You could hear the grin in his voice, turning to see Zoro, Law, Usopp, and Chopper all pacing down the path from the TSGM cabins. You perked up as you dug through the box, making sure everyone got their respective equipment, before Sabo took the box from you to carry instead. 

“Yeah, you probably won’t want to miss what’s going down.” You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck as Law’s brows furrowed. 

“What’s going down?” Zoro piped up, his interest newly piqued. “Someone gonna fight?” He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side as he fixed you with a smirk. He looked as though he’d just woken up from a nap, but then again, that was kind of his resting state. 

“A FIGHT? I want in!” Luffy cheered, pumping his fists excitedly as his boundless energy overflowed. 

“Not quite, I’m jumping this year.” In an instant, each of the newcomers’ eyes had widened, and they shouted in unison. You ran a hand over your face, your stress only amplified by the overlapping and very loud voices that surrounded you. It took Nami hitting each of them, save for Chopper, on the head to get them all to shut up. Seeing your annoyance, Sabo took the lead and re-explained everything that you had told him. 

“Seriously?! That guy is a top-notch asshole.” Usopp scoffed, kicking his boot at the soft earth below. “What’s he got against you anyway?” He huffed, earning a nod of agreement from Chopper. Law wasn’t saying anything, he instead had his eyes downcast as he was deep in thought. Zoro was staring at you with a look of what could have been concern, his brows knitted and his fists clenched. 

“That’s exactly what we’ve been trying to figure out.” Nami sighed, and you patted her shoulder good-naturedly. 

“Whatever it is, I just have to jump, and he’ll leave me alone! No biggy.” You grinned half-heartedly, but it definitely wasn’t fooling your group of friends. Chopper hurried forward and wrapped his arms around you, cheering you on with sweet words of encouragement. 

“You got this, Y/N! If I can do it, so can you!!” 

You couldn’t help but to relax and give him a genuine smile, ruffling his hair gently. “Thanks, Chopper.” He wiggled with excitement, before Luffy decided to get in on the hug too, squeezing you a bit too hard for your liking. 

“YEAH! It’s fun!!!” Luffy leapt back onto you, smushing you and Chopper into another hug. This time, Law was the one to pry him off, and the doctor sent you a glance that conveyed any words he wanted to say. You nodded, reassuring him, and he shoved his tattooed hands into his pockets, not fully believing you when you gestured that you’d be fine. 

His concern for you continued to build, and he felt like something was certainly off. First you had to bunk with Ace, who he wouldn’t trust further than he could throw him, now Eustass, who he trusted even less than Ace, was coercing you into doing something he knew terrified you. It filled him with anger, and he kept his hands in his pockets to disguise how he had them curled tightly into fists. He’d definitely have to have a chat with the mechanic later, after he made sure you were alright after your jump. 

“…We’ll see.” You lightly flicked Luffy’s straw hat, then wriggled out of his embrace, hooking your arm back through Nami’s as you continued your march down to the lakeshore. Your newly formed group followed you, chattering and filling the air with a multitude of friendly voices. 

Soon you were ushered onto the lakeshore, taking deep breaths as you stared across the lake to the hill where you’d soon be jumping. You gave a look to Nami, and she showed you her app, listing an hour until sunset. She offered to pull your hair up for you, and you nodded, taking a seat on one of the chairs by the lake as she slowly swept her hands over your hair. It offered a soothing comfort, and you stayed quiet as your friends continued their conversations around you. 

Ace arrived at the lakeshore a few minutes after your group, alongside Koala and Marco, who were discussing the classes they were going to hold, and Thatch and Sanji, who’d been cleaning the kitchen and going over inventory. The second Sanji saw you and Nami, he was spun into a frenzy, fawning over the two of you, until he was knocked out of it by a hefty smack on the head by Zoro. They launched into their usual bickering, turning into frustrated grumbling when Luffy told them both to knock it off. 

Bepo had hurried down from the doctor’s cabin in search of Law, and was practically clinging to him for dear life as your friend tried to hide his annoyance. Ace got into a playful scuffle with his younger brother, only to drag Sabo into it when he tried to break them up. A comfortable and familiar kind of chaos surrounded you, one that filled your heart with a warm sense of calm. You had sunk back into your feelings of camp being your home the second you’d arrived, with your friends around you being such a big part of what made the camp one of your favorite places. 

Just as Nami finished your hair, she gave you a soft pat on the shoulder, leaning over and wrapping her arms around your neck to give you a hug. You leaned against her arms, thanking her quietly, to which she gave you a playful wink. “You can pay me later.” She joked, and you let out a giggle. 

The chaos around you quieted in an instant as heavy boots stomped up the shore, and Eustass came into view. He let out a low whistle, his non-prosthetic arm braced on his hip as he came to a stop in front of you. “Looks like you brought your entourage.” He grinned as your eyes narrowed, and a few sharp glares were fixed onto the wild redhead, save for Luffy, who was still very much trying to wrestle with Sabo. You shrunk down at his gaze, and could practically feel Nami fuming behind you. 

It was dead silent, dark glares fixed on Eustass as you slowly pushed yourself up out of the chair. “Let’s get this over with.” You exhaled, clenching your fists as you faced off against the mechanic. 

“You don’t have to jump—“ Nami shot forward, and if you had glanced behind you, you likely would’ve been terrified by what you saw. Law had his hat obscuring his eyes, his face shadowed except for his mouth, twisted into a scowl. Ace’s fiery glare was fixed sharply on Eustass, his jaw clenching. Zoro looked ready to get into a brawl, and even Luffy had stopped his scuffle with his brother, sensing something was up. You put on a light-hearted smile, though you didn’t really mean it. 

“It’s like you said, I’ll be fine! I can’t be the only person who hasn’t done it.” You were trying your best to disguise your anxiety behind your somewhat positive thinking. 

“Yeah!! You got this!! It’ll be fun!!” Luffy cheered, and Chopper quickly joined in on the cheer. Usopp gave you an enthusiastic grin, doing his best to hide his own worries for you. 

“Looks like you made up your mind, sweetheart.” Eustass smirked, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Your walkie-talkie still dangled from his belt, and he seemed even more amused every time you glanced at it. “Killer’ll row you out there, I wouldn’t wanna risk your precious tool’s safety.” He winked, and you did your best to control the annoyance he caused you. Turning towards the shore, you noticed that Killer had pulled one of the canoes off of the large racks and had it already in the water, though the blonde stood next to it. 

Eustass gave you a little wave and strode off to lay back in one of the lawn chairs, bracing his arms behind his head. Your time to jump was slowly being eaten away, the sun ever betraying you by sinking lower in the sky. You began to walk towards Killer, only to be tugged back by a firm grip on your wrist. Glancing back, you saw Law, his brows knitted and his expression stern. 

“You can back out of this. If you don’t want to jump, don’t. I’ll kick Eustass’s ass until he gives it back.” He muttered lowly, just for you to hear. You had no doubt the doctor meant what he said from the way his golden eyes were glowing. His firm hand relaxed a bit when you sent him a smile. 

“It’ll be fine, Torao. As much as I’d love to see Eustass with a black eye, I think I’m better off jumping.” You gave him a quick hug, then started back off towards the boat. You knew if Law started throwing punches, Luffy would back him up, and there’d be a massive divide between the counselors for the rest of the year. “Lemme just get it over with so I stop worrying!” You laughed in an attempt to dissuade your anxiety. 

Law watched with concerned eyes as you slunk into the boat, Killer slipping in after you and grabbing the oars. You stared at the bottom of the canoe, knowing that if you looked back at your group of friends you’d likely feel the urge to chicken out. Clenching your fists, you instead became determined to jump and prove Eustass’s idea of you being a coward wrong. Unbeknownst to you, one man in particular on the shore was watching you go with dark eyes, flaming with annoyance and anger at the mechanic. He tucked his hat down over his eyes, and paced off to another part of the shore. He wasn’t going to leave, for once he felt the need to make sure you were safe before he went anywhere. 

The water of the lake was gentle on your ears, a soft swishing surrounding you as Killer rowed the two of you over to the little island in the middle of the lake, and subsequently, heartbreak hill. It was calm, sort of pretty, the way the setting sun cast deep pinks and oranges over the water. If nothing else, you’d at least have a stunning view before you jumped. 

“It’s not all that bad.” Killer’s low voice startled you out of your thoughts, his expression hidden behind his mask as his muscles tensed when he pulled and pushed the oars. “It’s really over in a second.” The man’s kind nature was showing through, and he gave you a sympathetic tilt of his head. His blonde locks looked like pure gold in the melting sunlight, shining like treasure. 

You let out a sigh. “That’s what Nami said.” Your shoulders slumped and you huddled into yourself, staring out at the slowly approaching hill. “I know it’s a stupid thing to be afraid of, but I’m not a junkie for terror like the guys are. It’s like they traded their common sense for adrenaline highs.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. A muffled but deep and warm chuckle came from Killer. 

“Can you blame them? Seems like they’re always having fun.” The blonde nodded, his hair disturbed slightly by a thin breeze that blew over the surface of the lake. He continued to row, pulling the small boat along through the water. “Not a bad way to live, chasing excitement. ‘S how Kid is, believe it or not. It’s never boring.” 

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s hard to believe Kid is anything but an asshole. I mean I didn’t even do anything to him!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Hell, the first year he’d started working at the camp with you, he’d chosen you as the object of his twisted affections and ceaselessly tormented you with pranks. He’d stuck bugs under your pillow, filled your shoes with mud, and one time he even locked you in the art hut for a few hours until Usopp came to save you. 

“He can be a little brash,” You snorted at Killer’s words, “But he is a good guy underneath.” The blonde nodded, confident in his best friend’s true nature. 

You still didn’t believe that Kid could be anything other than a jerk. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

The two of you went the rest of the way in silence, your eyes glued to the water that sloshed around the boat. The reflection of the sky was enough to distract your mind until Killer brought the canoe to a halt on the shore of the island in the middle of the lake. Once he hopped out, he used his strength to drag the boat onto the sand, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you were still seated neatly inside. Once he was content that the canoe wouldn’t slip back into the water, he held out a hand for you and helped you up, waiting until you found your footing on the sand before letting go. 

You’d been on the little island before for a couple picnics and after-summer parties that the counselors threw, but now it seemed different. The trees seemed to loom over your head, the birds seemed quieter than what you remembered. You were coming closer and closer to jumping, and it made your head feel foggy. 

“Been on the cliff before?” Killer asked as he led the way up the terrain, holding leaves and twigs out of the way for you as he went. You were definitely thankful, maybe some of the other men you knew could stand to learn a thing or two from the hulking blonde. 

“Yeah, just not by the edge.” You ducked under a low-hanging branch that Killer held up for you. “Didn’t want to slip or anything.” 

“Makes sense. The view is worth the danger, though.” Killer held out a hand to help you up a steep outcrop of stone. When you nearly lost your footing on loose gravel, he caught you and quickly hefted you up ahead of him so that you wouldn’t go tumbling down the path. 

“If you say so.” You shrugged, though a part of you couldn’t wait to see it. You were an avid collector of beautiful memories, and you had no doubt that heartbreak hill would be absolutely stunning. The trees and bushes around you cast lengthening shadows across you and your companion, and by the time you reached the cliff the sun was a sliver of its former self. The wind whistled past your ears, surrounding you now that you were out of the cover of the tall flora, and you crouched slightly to lower your center of gravity. You wouldn’t go launching off the cliff until you decided to, dammit. 

Killer was right about the view, it was breathtaking. The lake reflected the darkening sky above, and it seemed as though the cosmos was rising up from the water’s depths. Small stars sparkled above and below, their image only distorted by the canoes your friends had brought out onto the lake to cheer you on in. Luffy’s cheers reached your ears, and you spotted him rocking a canoe he shared with Zoro, the taller man looking quite annoyed by Luffy’s actions. In another was Nami, Sanji, and Chopper, and another held Sabo, Law, and Ace. Those not in a canoe stayed on shore, waving their arms and calling out to you. Kid stood safely on the docks, his arms crossed, and you could imagine him grinning slyly. 

“You got this, Y/N!” 

“Yeah, you can do it!” 

“Don’t look down!” 

Numerous cheers and taunts rang out from your friends, and you took a deep breath. Your boots reached the edge of the stone, and you glanced down, much to your immediate regret. Your stomach flipped and rolled as you stared down at the large rocks at the base of the cliff. What if you hit them? Would you die from a fall from this height? Anxiety was rife within you, and you stumbled back from the edge. Killer was quickly there to make sure you didn’t fall, stabilizing you with a light touch on your back. 

“You’re good, take a deep breath.” He spoke softly, waiting until you were collected. “It’ll be over in a second. Don’t think, just jump.” You couldn’t see it because of his striped mask, but you could hear his smile in his voice. 

Nodding, you curled your hands into fists, and pushed yourself forward again, standing on the edge of the cliff. You took in the view again, doing your best to bring your courage to the forefront of your mind. Inhaling and exhaling, you took a few steps back. All at once, you darted to the edge and leapt into the air before your nerves could get the better of you. At the last second, your foot caught on a ledge in the rock, and you stumbled over the edge. 

A screech left your lips as you went, free-falling through the air as wind whipped around you. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, your heart racing and feeling as though your stomach was going to leap out of your throat. The fall lasted minutes, hours, it felt like it took forever for you to hit the water, even though it was mere seconds. When you did hit the icy surface, your lungs forgot how to function, and all the air rushed out of you at once as your body was shot under the water. Fighting the urge to gasp, you winced at the strain in your chest, struggling to claw your way back to the surface, desperate for relief. 

You broke out a cough, water rushing into your mouth as your legs kicked fruitlessly, your hair obscuring your vision as it came out of your ponytail and it made you feel as though you were caught in a net. You didn’t know which way was up, and you began to panic. You heard nothing but the eerie sounds of underwater silence. It was freezing cold, moreso than you had expected, and it had your limbs locking up as they were unused to the frigid temperature. You weren’t sure just how long you’d been fighting to get to the surface, but you felt the strain on your entire body, your muscles weak from your struggle. 

Everything around you was dark, and your brain was struggling to think. You knew you needed air, your lungs were screaming at you, but you couldn’t figure out how to get to it. Despite your preparations, your body wasn’t exactly ready for the temperature shock, and it took your system a minute to collect itself. However, during that moment, your instincts had told you to breathe, to gasp, as oxygen rushed out of you in surprise. Now you were stuck beneath the surface, clawing desperately at the water that surrounded you. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your torso, and you clung to the person, grabbing onto whatever you could. They pulled you up quickly, strong legs kicking at the water and drawing you from the depths. The second your head breached the surface you were hacking and spitting up water, gasping for air and scrambling for a safer hold on your savior. 

“...I didn't think she’d nearly drown!” 

“...Your fucking fault, Eustass. Stay the fuck away from her.” 

Wild voices and shouts echoed from around you, overstimulating your worn out brain. Water and desperate tears mingled and ran down your cheeks, another broken cough leaving your lips. You strained to keep yourself afloat, but whoever had a hold on you was doing a well enough job keeping the both of you above the water. 

“Hang on, stop flailing around. I gotcha.” A low voice rumbled, and you didn’t have the mind to place it. “Hold up your arms.” You did as you were gently commanded, releasing the neck of your savior for a split second. As you did so, someone grabbed a hold of your wrists and drew you up into a canoe, stabilizing you in the vessel. 

“Are you okay? Is she okay?”

“Oh my god is she going to drown?!”

“She’s out of the water and breathing, Usopp, she’s not gonna drown.” 

“You’re good, you’re out, you did it.” 

You threw up water into the floor of the canoe, and slumped against one of the wooden seats. You were the definition of exhausted, leaning against someone’s legs. 

“You good, Zoro?” Someone else shouted from another boat nearby. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, I can swim back. Get her to shore.” Zoro must have been the one to save you. It made sense, he was one of the camp lifeguards. The sounds of him swimming echoed in your ears. Someone in the canoe hefted you up, pulling you into their arms. 

“Alright, she’s in shock, we need to get her warm.” You recognized this voice as Law. You could hear oars hurriedly scraping through the water, though you were a bit too out of it to look around and see who was rowing. The familiar bump of the canoe hitting the sand of the shore rocked your body and you were hefted up again, and once you were on solid ground your stomach emptied all the water you had swallowed. Someone soothingly rubbed your back, mumbling little words to you that you couldn’t really comprehend. Your nose and throat burned, and tears pricked at your eyes from the discomfort and from the embarrassment that was beginning to set in. 

“Y/N, look at me.” You heard Law snap his fingers, and saw him kneel down in front of you. You stared at him, your face burning. “Good, you’re conscious.” His gaze flickered across your face. “Think you got everything up?” He asked in a lower voice. You were trained in water rescues for campers, but you’d never thought about having to save yourself. How did you lose your cool so easily? 

You nodded slowly, and a bit of the worry left Law’s face for a moment. It returned, however, when you gave a weak shiver, and he pulled you into an embrace. 

“Does Franky keep any blankets in the shed?” Marco jogged over to the two of you, asking the general crowd. He kneeled down alongside Law, adding his expertise to his fellow doctor. 

“Yeah! There’s some quilts for picnics in there.” Chopper piped up, scrambling over to the little shed at the end of the dock. As he did so, Law ran his hands up and down your arms, trying to warm you up. Marco rubbed your back, mumbling something about encouraging blood flow. 

“Is she gonna be okay?” You heard Ace speak up from near you, sounding the most serious you had ever heard him in all your years of knowing him.

“I’ll be fine.” You weakly answered, your teeth chattering as a breeze hit you full force, freezing your sopping body to the bone. Ace entered your field of vision, looking extremely worried for your safety. You almost felt a warmth settle inside your bones at the expression, if it wasn’t for your heart still threatening to pound out of your chest. It didn’t look as though he really believed you, especially when you coughed again and it wracked your entire body. “God, this is embarrassing.” You muttered under your breath. 

“Deep breath, hyperventilating is not going to help you right now.” Law’s voice acted like an anchor, stabilizing you and giving you something to focus on. Sand and gravel crunched behind you, and soon another figure was leaning over you. “Back up, Ace. Give her space.” Law’s voice undertook a sharper, more defensive tone, and you didn’t need to see his face to know that he was glaring. 

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on catching your breath and slowing your heart rate. The world around you refused to stop spinning, and trying to focus your gaze on a single point was just adding to your nausea. Every noise was magnified, and the building crowd around you was doing the opposite of calming you down. Chopper arrived quickly with a large cotton blanket, but the feeling of it scratched your skin and everything began to overwhelm you. It was heavy atop your drenched clothes, and you felt as though you were being slowly crushed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

“That was awesome! I wanna jump now!”

 

“Luffy, get back here!” 

“Take deep breaths, you’re doing fine.”

 

“Can I get you anything? Water? Er— maybe not—“ 

“Is my darling alright? Are you hurt at all, beloved?” 

“Does she need surgery? Do we need to go to the ER?!” 

“She doesn’t need surgery, Usopp, she needs food!” 

As much as you loved them, your friends were causing a pressure to build up inside of you. Their worry was almost palpable in the cooling night air. Your head pounded with a fury, and your brow knit in distress. “Would all of you shut up?! I don’t need surgery, I don’t need food, I need to be left alone!” Attempting to stand, Law caught you quickly when you almost stumbled over. The growing noise died down immediately, and you immediately regretted your outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like—“ You hurriedly moved to apologize, your heartbeat racing, but Law cut you off. 

“No, you’re right. Nothing good’ll come from overstimulation. Bepo, c’mon, we’re going to the doctor’s cabin.” Law slung your arm over his shoulders and kept an arm around your waist to support you. “You’ll be fine, just need a little bit of rest.” He spoke affirmatively, and Bepo hurried after you two, a worried expression on his face. The sudden eerie silence was broken up only by the sounds of crickets and owls, night having fallen during the chaos. Embarrassment burned in your cheeks and your stomach, and you hunched into the blanket that was wrapped over your shoulders. “Feel free to disperse. She’ll be taken care of.” Law stated simply as he glanced over his shoulder before helping you make the trek up the hill. 

Bepo’s nervous energy was rubbing off on you as he paced beside you, but you did your best to ignore it. Your throat still burned from coughing up lake water, but your head was slowly beginning to clear thanks to the cool, clear mountain air that filled your lungs. Law made sure that your shaky steps were stable, and you were thankful for once that your best friend wasn’t much of a conversationalist. 

The silent walk took a good fifteen minutes at your ambling pace, and for the last stretch, Law just picked you up and carried you on his back. You were definitely thankful, because your legs felt like they were made of putty. Bepo hurried ahead of you two to open the screen door, and your friend set you down gently on the spare bed. You let out a sigh of relief, your eyes heavy from exhaustion. “Never doing that again.” You murmured, letting your head fall against the pillow. 

Law gently righted you back to a seated position, getting a stethoscope from one of the drawers. “Don’t lay down yet. I need to make sure there isn’t any fluid in your lungs.” You let out a groan, and he waved you off. “Bepo, see if there’s any gatorade or juice in the cooler.” The white-haired boy rushed over to the small refrigerators set on one side of the room, one designated to hold the camper’s medicines that needed to be cooled, like insulin, and the other for personal use for the counselors. Bepo set about digging through the personal one, humming to calm his nerves as he did so. 

While he searched, Law stepped around to the other side of the bed to stand behind you. He lifted the back of your shirt, something that would have earned a slap if it was anyone else, his hands cold against your skin. “Cold!” You yelped, and though the ravenette was silent, you knew he was probably rolling his eyes. He settled the ear pieces of the stethoscope into his ears, then held the chest piece of the instrument up to your back. The metal was even colder than Law’s hands, and you flinched away at first. 

“Deep breath in.” He listened intently as you did as he instructed, “Now out.” You followed what he said, and soon he stepped around to your front after putting the back of your shirt down. “Pulse next.” You tugged down the soggy collar of your shirt, and Law set the stethoscope piece over your heart. He repeated his process of waiting, before he pulled away and set the instrument around his neck. At that exact moment, Bepo came bounding back with a bottle of blue gatorade and some crackers he’d found. 

Law opened them for you, making sure you drank at least half of the gatorade before he allowed you to lay back down. A knock at the cabin door drew the attention of all three of you, and Bepo ran to get it while Law crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I figured you’d need a change of clothes.” Nami’s face peeked around the corner, and she was quickly waved in. You let out a happy sigh, eager to get out of your damp clothes, and ambled towards the door. The ginger gave you a quick hug, glancing hesitantly at Law as she did so. “I’m glad you’re okay. You really scared us all pretty bad.”

 

“I scared myself pretty bad.” You tried to joke, taking what Nami offered, and stepping behind the thin curtain that separated the spare bed from the rest of the cabin to change. Folding your wet clothes as best you could, you felt yourself relax as the dry fabrics offered you comfort and warmth. It was a spare set of loose jeans, a t-shirt, and a large sweatshirt that was a few sizes too big for you. It wasn’t yours, you weren’t really sure who it belonged to. Nonetheless, you slipped it on, tucking your hands into the sleeves. 

Both of the boys gave you plenty of privacy as you changed, Law deep in thought as he went about sterilizing the stethoscope. When you had tumbled off the cliff, his heart had dropped in his chest. His grip on the canoe oars had turned his knuckles white, his jaw clenched as he felt pure anxiety ricochet through him, one of the first times since he was a kid. He never lost his cool, but with you, he almost dove straight in after you, worried like a mother hen.  When you hit the water, his body still didn’t relax, waiting for your head to bob above the surface. Every second you were submerged felt like an eternity, and after you were under for about a minute, he pushed up his sleeves and leaned for the edge of the boat. He almost jumped in after you, despite his difficulty swimming, though Zoro got to you first. 

You were submerged for two minutes before you had been hauled into his canoe, and for those two minutes, Law thought he was going to lose you. Your leap off the cliff didn’t have the momentum he knew you had meant it to, your little stumble causing you to forget to stay calm. Thankfully you had remembered to maneuver around in the air to hit the lake feet-first, but you had forgotten to suck in a breath just before impact. Law had been truly and utterly terrified. 

After pulling you back to shore, your shock had worn off decently quick. He knew embarrassment probably still stung at your mind, but he would rather you be embarrassed than dead. Seeing you absent-minded, foggy-eyed, and panting for air, he almost felt all reason leave him. Thankfully you came to, and you seemed to be coping fine. He’d have to have a long talk with Eustass in the morning. 

Nami didn’t stay long after dropping off the change of clothes, something you were thankful for. You didn’t really feel like talking to anyone for the time being. Bepo ran to the mess hall to grab something for all three of you, but you didn’t really feel like eating either. You wanted to go back to your cabin and knock out, and wake up late. Law took you back to the Newgate cabins, and made sure you were settled into your bunk, leaving you with an extra bottle of gatorade. He told you to drain both of them to replenish your fluids before bidding you goodnight, and telling you to call him if you needed anything. 

Now you sat on your bunny-printed sheets, wrapped in one of your thick blankets, and one that Nami had let you borrow. She must have come in and made your bed for you, knowing that you’d be exhausted after your check-up with Law. You were still in your head about the night’s events, replaying it over and over and thinking about just how stupid you probably looked. You were a fine swimmer, how did you almost drown? 

The door to the counselor’s section of the cabin swung open, and your tired eyes fell onto Ace, pushing the door with his foot as he held two plates in his hands and a bag of chips in his mouth. His eyes widened when he saw you, and he set everything down on his bunk. “Hey! I thought you’d be crashing with doctor boy. Feeling okay?” He crouched down so that he was eye level, his gaze scanning your face.

 

“…I’m better now, yeah.” You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head on your shoulder. As tired as you were, after walking from the doctor’s cabin to the Newgate cabins, you had somehow gotten a third wind. Your body was aching and eager for sleep, but your eyes refused to close. “Did Sanji make dinner?” You asked, peering over Ace’s shoulder at the plates on his bed. 

He perked up, snagging one of the plates. “Yeah. It’s barbecue, want some?” He offered it to you, and you hesitantly accepted. You knew you needed to eat, but you didn’t really feel all too hungry. “It’s pretty good. Then again, everything that blonde chainsmoker makes is.” Ace shrugged, grabbing the other and sitting down next to you on your bunk. Before he lifted his fork to his mouth, he gave you another look. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His cheekiness all but vanished for a moment. 

You let out a sigh, leaning back against the wall behind the bunk. “Physically yes. I’m still a little shaken, but I’ll get over it.” You stared at your food for a few long moments, before taking a bite and realizing just how hungry you were. Within seconds you were scarfing down everything on the plate, Ace watching on with subtle amusement. You missed the glint of worry in his eyes. 

“If you say so. I recommend maybe swearing off cliffs for a while.” He tried to joke, though it only earned him a glare. He laughed off the tension, digging into his own dinner. 

You suddenly realized that Ace had brought two plates into the cabin with him, had he planned to eat both? “Did Law ask you to get me dinner? You didn’t know that I’d be back yet, did you?” You peered at him curiously, using a napkin to wipe your face. Ace seemed to pause for a second, before he shot you a blinding grin. 

“Growing boys gotta eat.” He shoveled more barbecue into his face and you rolled your eyes. He wasn’t being thoughtful, he was being a pig. You let out a sigh, setting your empty plate on the floor. You were too tired to retort to his cheekiness. Even though the temperature in the cabin was warm, you fought a shiver, burying further into the blankets that you had wrapped tightly around yourself. It was as if the chill of the lake had seeped into your very bones. 

A yawn left your mouth, and you propped your pillow up against the corner of your bed, leaning against it. Sleep still refused to claim you, despite your efforts. Your attention was drawn back to Ace when the bed dipped as he stood up, crossing the room to the doorway where he had left his backpack when he entered. Digging through the green and black bag, he exclaimed when he found what he was looking for. His long legs brought him back to you in minimal steps, and your eyes widened when you saw what sat snugly in his palm. 

“I got it from Kid once you were on shore.” He nodded, his eyes shaded by his hat. “He won’t bother you again, for a while at least.” His voice was grim, something entirely unfamiliar, but you were too excited by what he held to notice that something was off. 

“My walkie!” Launching forward, you grabbed it and held it to your chest, having forgotten the reason of your suffering. You let out a sigh of relief, setting it neatly on the small dresser next to the bunk beds.  “Thank god.” You murmured, laying down on your bed. Ace shot you a smile, picking up your empty plate and stacking it with his. He’d take them back to the dining hall in the morning, but for now, he was happy to see some excitement return to your face. 

Turning around and lifting his hat to rest it on a hook by the door, he felt a bubbly sensation rise in his chest. “Yeah, I made sure it was in good shape. There’s not a single scratch on it, and if there was, I would’a pummeled Eustass into the dirt.” When you didn’t respond, he slowly turned. “No need to thank me, really—“ He cut himself off when he saw that you had finally fallen asleep, bundled in your blankets so tightly that you looked like you were drowning in a mass of fluff. 

It was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you had finally relaxed enough to let sleep claim you. A soft smile rested on Ace’s lips, and he let out a breath, what was left of his worry leaving him as he observed you in such a peaceful state. Leaning down to you, he made sure you were tucked in well, before sitting back on his own bunk. His own stress was soothed at the gentle sight and sound of your chest rising and falling, the silent cabin disturbed only by your quiet breaths. Ace’s heart thrummed in his chest, and he carded his fingers through his shaggy black hair. 

Tossing himself down, he stared up at the bottom of the bunk above him, folding his arms under his head. His heart had been through a lot that evening, it was almost therapeutic for him to see that you were sleeping soundly. He’d hated the idea of you jumping in the first place, he could see just how much it scared you in your jerky movements and shifting eyes whenever you discussed it. He wasn’t friends with Eustass by a long shot, but his little prank that he’d pulled on you made Ace decide that he didn’t like the mechanic at all. Shifty bastard. 

He found his gaze drifting back to you, his breaths unconsciously matching the pattern of yours. He was happy that you were safe, more than anything. Sure, something in him had been a little annoyed that Law had pulled you into his arms instead, but you were safe in the end, and that was what mattered. Ace wasn’t expecting you to come back to the Newgate cabins at all that evening, but he was glad you did. Something about you managed to lift his mood. 

“Guess it was a good thing I brought you a plate after all, yeah, Spitfire?” He mumbled under his breath in an attempt not to rouse you. “Crazy good intuition you got there, Ace.” He praised himself with a grin, the glowing feeling of pride in his chest that you had come back to sleep in the cabin with him instead of staying in the doctor’s cabin with Law. Ace drifted off to sleep with a grin on his face and a gentle murmur of “You don’t look too bad in my sweatshirt either”.

[polls-showdowns]

Here’s the list of all the submitted characters for best pirate:

(I’m working on putting them in a bracket but thought I’d share)

Anne Bonnie (Black Sails)

Anne Bonnie (The Ballad of Anne and Mary)

Avantika (Critical Role)

Belle (Sea of Thieves)

Bill Seacaster (Dimension 20 Fantasy High)

Blackbeard/Edward Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

Brook (One Piece)

Buggy (One piece)

Buttons (Our Flag Means Death)

Calico Jack (Octonauts)

Captain Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Captain Flameheart (Sea of Thieves)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Lizzie Lafayette (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Captain Soto (Ninjago)

Catarina Devon (One Piece)

Chip (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Clancee (Ninjago)

Cursed Captain (Sea of Thieves)

Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Demarco (Sea of Thieves)

Donquixote Doflamingo (One Piece)

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts(The Princess Bride)

Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)

Eustass Kid (One Piece)

Finn Tidestrider (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Flintlocke (Ninjago)

Franky (One piece)

Gil (Descendants)

Gillion Tidestrider (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Glitterbeard (Sea of Thieves)

Gold D. Roger (One Piece)

Gorian Shard (Star Wars)

Gryphon (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Han Solo (Star Wars)

Harry Hook (Descendants)

Hondo Ohnaka (Star Wars)

Izzy (Jack and the Neverland Pirates)

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death)

Jack Rackham (Black Sails)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Jake (Jake and the Neverland Pirates)

James Flint (Black Sails)

Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Jiang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Jim (Our Flag Means Death)

Jinbe (One Piece)

John Silver (Black Sails)

Kingsley Tealeaf (Critical Role)

Kwazii (Octonauts)

Larinna (Sea of Thieves)

Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)

Long John Silver (Treasure Planet)

Mark Watney (The Martian)

Marquise Spinneret Mindfan (Homestuck)

Monkey D. Luffy (One piece)

Nadakhan (Ninjago)

Nami (One piece)

Nico Robin (One piece)

Nikolai Lantsov (Shadow and Bone)

No Eyed Pete (Ninjago)

Oliver ‘Ollie’ Teach (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Padme the Pirate Fairy (Rainbow Magic)

Portgas D. Ace (One Piece)

Pretzel (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Puzzle (One piece)

Queen (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Roronoa Zoro (One piece)

Sanji (One piece)

Sea Hawk (She Ra)

Shanks (One piece)

Sinbad (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)

Sir Francis Drake (Real Life)

Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death)

The Gold Hoarder (Sea of Thieves)

The Pirate Lord (Sea of Thieves)

The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything (Veggie Tales)

Tony Tony Chopper (One piece)

Trafalgar D Water Law (One Piece)

Uma (Descendents)

Usopp (One piece)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Xandis (Critical Role)

Zarina (Tinker Bell)

[butterfluffy]

Could I ask for being childhood friends with Eustass Kid and Killer? Maybe a scenario where they both meet during the Sabaody Arc ? I saw a post similar to this so I wanted to see what other people might think! Maybe they're a solo pirate too? I'll leave it up to you! Also, I love your writing aeeee!! 💞💖💞💕♥️💞💖💝💕💝♥️💖♥️♥️💝♥️💖💕💗

“reunion”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· arriving at sabaody, an unexpected reunion happened between you and your two punk best friends..

⠀⠀➧ platonic fluff | eustass kid × gn!reader x killer | scenario + headcanons

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: i want to be friends with these fuckers so bad i'm willing to k i l l for it.

and omg anon, i hope this is what you asked for! just send me another ask if it isn't and want me to change it to a separate scenario with them...! 👉👈

A big smile formed on your face the instant your foot had finally stepped on Sabaody Archipelago—energy and excitement surging throughout your body.

“Finally I'm here after all those years of preparation, and the next step will be me, making my name on New World!” You exclaim with a grin, skipping and looking around the archipelago as your ship get coated around the corner.

“I am definitely the first one to arrive here, and will be the first one to move forward, and not those two losers, Kid and Killer, hahahaha!” You laughed, failing to notice a certain crew just beside you..

“Oi, you! Why the hell are ya callin' our captain and Killer-san a loser!?” A man shouts, stomping towards you and grasping your shoulder, holding you back.

“Heh~? Because they are!” You snickered, still taunting this certain pirate crew that you are fully aware that is Kid's.

“Hah!? You shithead, we'll beat the shit outta you!” Having their fist ready to beat you, they were interrupted by—“Hey, you bunch, don't!”

Arriving to where you're at, Killer stopped his crewmates from causing a scene with Kid behind him, a sneer plastered on his face.

“Killer-san, Capt, why? This fucker is talking shit about you two!” Only laughing, Kid then approached you, arm slinged over your shoulder while Killer stood behind you.

“Hahaha! Y/n, you're the loser here this time! We arrived here yesterday, and you arrived only a few hours ago, yeah?” Kid snickers, headlocking you with his arm, while his fist digged on your head, ruffling your hair.

kid immediately greets you with a bragging and messing with you.

“Gah, damn it! I should've departed earlier!” You grumbled, playfully punching Kid's chest as Killer flicked your ear, small laughter escaping his lips as you whined. “Ouch, Kil! That hurts!”

“You're overreacting, 'twas just a light flick. And yeah, you should have gotten your ass moving earlier, you slowpoke.” Smirking under his mask, Killer then pat your head.

the two teamed up on bullying you, since it's been a long while since they did.

well, don't blame them. they missed bullying you, and of course, they missed you.

“But it's nice to see you again after so long, Y/n.”

Smiling, you then embraced the two, shocking everyone around by the closeness displayed. “Mhm! I missed you two idiots, so I'm glad that we had this small reunion..!”

the crew was in deep shock seeing their captain and first mate being so friendly and close to someone who literally called them losers.

“Yeah..” Killer mutters, slowly wiggling himself out of your arms as Kid on the other hand was struggling, not wanting to be seen so close with you, embarrassed.... “LET ME GO, Y/N! I'LL KICK YOU TO NEW WORLD IF YOU DON'T!!” “Hahaha! Damn, still a tsun-tsun, Kid?” “Yeah, he's still a tsundere.” “AM NOT....!”

but of course, it's been so long since you three got reunited, so discomfort on bring physical is unavoidable, obvious by how kid refuses to let you hug him, and how killer falls awkward.

still, they're secretly happy to be with you again. ♡

© butterfluffy 2022

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

DDS mod here with an update!!!!

So I was planning on doing a most submitted post. BUT I MADE THE LASAGNA SCALE! And here are the stats!

HERE IS THE FORM! TRIOS ARE OFFICIALLY ALLOWED BUT THEY NEED AT MINIMUM 6 SUBMISSIONS

LASAGNA STATS

Basically if you would trust your duo on making lasagna

With 33,1% of the submissions. 1/3 of the characters are probably banned from the kitchen. WITH A SIMPLE 0

After that with 17% of the votes. Comes duos with a 2 on the scale with 52 submissions.

Now our least voted options are 6,7,8,9 and 10 on the scale. Let’s reveal those characters

Now I won’t reveal how many submissions each got. Some got 4, some 3, some are just solo submissions

6 on the scale

We have

The Dr & Donna from Dr Who

Porsche and Pete from Kinnporsche: The Series

Henchman 21 & Henchman 24 from The Venture Bros

Yor & Loid Forger from Spy x Family

Elder Price and Elder Cunningham from Book of Mormon

@gregorygerwitz & @kitthekazoo (yes I allowed real people and people submitted themselves)

Bill Preston & Ted Logan from Bill & Teds excellent adventure (this was the second highest score they got)

Walter White & Jessie Pinkman from breaking bad

Pete Wentz and Gabe Saporta from Bandom

Calvin & Hobbes from uhh… the comic of the same name

Now for our 7, where 11 duos landed

We have

Bill Preston & Ted Logan, again!

Jack O'Neill & Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1

Mayday & Zuke aka Bunk bed junction from no straight roads

Laura Hollis & Carmilla Karnstein from Carmilla

Allison & Paige. I still need your URLs please DM me

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi & Barnaby Brooks Jr from Tiger and Bunny

Alec Hardison & Elliot Spencer from Leverage

Rean Schwarzer & Crow Armbrust from Trails/Kiseki series

Madoka Kaname & Sayaka Miki from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Mayday & Zuke, again

Eustass "Captain" Kid, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Monkey D. Luffy from one piece (oh yeah about uhh Luffy is in another duo with like an equal amount of submissions and I won’t allow him to go in twice. Hes stupid but not a cheater)

7 duos have gotten an 8 on the save

We have!

Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took from lord of the rings

Bobbi Morse and Lance Hunter from Agents of SHIELD

Jessie & James from Pokémon

Lup & Taako from the adventure zone (credit to @arojovela for the fanart!)

Nathan and Jacob from drawfree

Shadow/cid kagenou & beta from the eminence in shadow

Monkey D Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji from one piece

Time for the 9s!

We have 6 characters here!

Romana(dvoratrelundar) & Leela from Gallifrey (Doctor Who expanded universe)

The Bros from the bro duet

Mary Quinn & Sarah McCool from Derry Girls

Dana Scully & Fox Mulder from the X-files

Sokka & Zuko from Avatar: the last airbender

Someone’s mom and dad (they said I could draw stick figures)

Now for the 10s, let see who we can trust in the kitchen

Here. They. ARE!

TK Strand and Evan "Buck" Buckley from 911/911 lone star (I know I make jokes about being followed by OP fans but buck has followed me more. I CANT escape him)

Lanz and Sena from Xenoblade Chronicles 3 (credit to Illius on pixiv for the fanart)

Spongebob & Patrick from SpongeBob SquarePants (they also got a 0)

Nozaki Umetarou & Mikoto Mikoshiba from Monthly Girls' Nozaki Kun

Billie and Thea from Bill & Ted Face the music

@mb-blue-roses & @sungsyc-amore

Rin Okumura & Kuro from Blue exorcist

kirika akatsuki & shirabe tsukuyomi from senki zesshou symphogear

Mario & Luigi

TK Strand and Evan 'Buck' Buckley, again

(Btw sup @tournamentdirectory)

[thegrandlinesimp]

Sooo this isn’t Kinktober but it ties in. I wanted to do something that helped explain how I see these two as a couple before diving into the sexy stuff, if I didn’t there would be a lot of what you’re reading below littered about the Kinktober fills (there’s still some, especially for the ‘Heartbeat’ day, but not as much as there could have been.

Tagging fellow Kid simps (don’t worry guys there’s no smut in this one, could probably rate it T for the aversion to smut): @eustassslut @eustasssimp @childofblackmaria

Eustass Kid was not a man who willing submitted easily, the defiant fire that burned through his veins wouldn’t allow him to, even though he enjoyed it. Yes. He liked it, being to the receiving end; it made him feel pampered, wanted, regardless of how roughly he was treated. He felt sated, right, and for a long time after he was less prone to the fiery outbursts he was known for.

But, then again, he’d only ever submitted to one person.

The idea of doing so for anyone else made his stomach flip, a sense of unease coiling tight within his chest as his breath hitched. If the mere idea felt it wrong, he dreaded what the act itself would be like.

But with Killer? Killer was safe. Killer wouldn’t laugh at him, wouldn’t lord it over him, never say cruel things like “the great Eustass Captain Kid, taking my cock like a common whore!”.

No, he never did those things, maybe a light verbal tease a few times a month, a proverbial little nudge whenever he was feeling playful, but he never once overstepping the unseen boundaries he knew Kid had. For Killer he let his walls crumble, let that harsh persona he showed the world lay to rest for a few hours. In return Killer never failed to take his mask off, baring what he hated most about himself to the man he loved with all his heart.

It was symbiotic, in a way, at least Kid considered it to be. How he needed something and Killer was the only one he was comfortable getting it from; while Killer had a mean, rough streak that flared every now and then, but he knew Kid could take whatever he dished out.

That wasn’t to say they never slept with other people, though more often than not they tag teamed someone, both taking up the dominate position for the night. As for when one went solo, there was a nod across the bar to the other, a silent question if it was okay. If the nod was returned then it was all good, if not there was an immediate and instinctual pull to dump the would be one night stand and go see what was wrong. They were open books to each other, even with Killer’s mask and Kid’s self smothered emotions. Those times they did take some random stranger to bed without the other was always out of a sense of lust, a mere passing curiosity that could easily be ignored for the sake of the other. Though Kid would roll his eyes to save face and Killer stiffen with uncertainty, they never wished ill upon one another.

In a way - for them - it went beyond the simple term “love”. Such a word made Kid scrunch up his nose and for Killer it never felt strong enough. It ran deeper, deeper than words could properly describe, “bone deep” still didn’t cut it. Neither said it out loud, but the term “soulmate” - while corny in Kid’s perspective - perfectly described what they had.

Kid had only had a small handful of adult teeth growing through when he met Killer, while Killer had had no friends, just other children who hovered near him to jeer and laugh. Kid only had his mother, a horrible woman who would rather let her son starve than go without a meal herself, while Killer wasn’t allowed anywhere near the orphanage - despite being an orphan himself - because he “disturbed the other children”.

Two outcasts bought together not by necessity or pity, but by simple friendship and camaraderie. Kid didn’t think Killer was weird, and Killer treated Kid with nothing but respect. Through the years it grew, spread its roots deep, neither unable to truly tell when they fell for the other. From there it grew even deeper, two souls clicking together, neither knowing where they ended and the other began, neither wanting to know.

They just…

Fit.

[roxygeeks95]

Perfect 10 (WIP)

Here’s so WIP trash that I will more than likely not finish. Started this during the last Olympics and not got around to completing it. Probs won’t… so here ya go! 😂😭

——

“Yo Shach! Looks like we’re finally going to meet Law’s mystery man tonight.”

“No way! Captain, you invited him?”

Trafalgar Law heaved a heavy sigh. “There’s only 2 meets left of the season. I want him to see at least one.”

“About time!”

“Right! You guys have been seeing each other how long, and we STILL haven’t met him yet!”

“Its only been 4 months and we’ve been busy.” Law said nonchalantly, reapplying chalk onto his grips, but he couldn’t quite hide the small smile on his lips.

“Well you’re definitely introducing later, no way you’re getting out of it this time.”

“Yeah, gotta see who’s keeping my friend happy.” Penguin teased, giving Law a playful wink as he went to go warm-up.

The brunette softly chuckled. “Yeah. I guess he does.”

“Can you AT LEAST tell us him name though?”

——

“Kid! Wait up!”

Eustass Kid turned toward his best friend Killer jogging up, to meet him.

“Sorry man. Didn’t know how long you’d be in the shower. These things get packed and I wanted a good seat.”

“It’s all good. Takes longer to wash my hair than you. I know you can’t wait to see lover boy.” Killer playfully jabbed.

“Fuck off.” Kid smirked. “I’m just excited to see him do this thing.”

“Sure it’s not the tight leotard he’s going to be wearing?”

Kid’s smirk turned into a wolffish grin. “Damn… yeah that’s gonna be a sight to see.”

As they walked to the sports pavilion a group of a few girls cooed, “Hiiii Kiiiidd~!”

Eustass inwardly cringed and gave a quick wave toward them.

Killer stifled his laugh. “I’m surprised no one knows about you guys.”

Eustass was the captain of the school’s swim team. He’s their anchor swimmer during relays and dominates his competition during solo events. He and his teammates have brought the university championship titles since his first year and they’re expected to have an even better season this year, after recruiting a couple of talented freshman over the summer.

Law is the captain of the men’s gymnastics team and posters of he and his teammates faces are plastered across campus. The school was known for how amazing their men’s and women’s gymnastics teams are. Some went to compete on a world level, a handful even making their way to the Olympics.

Eustass glanced down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, wide smile spread across his cheeks. “Yeah. Until tonight.”

——

For the life of him, Law couldn’t stop looking up at the stands while waiting for the next rotation. It happened so often that Clione had even called him out on it. He couldn’t tell who it was that he kept looking at though.

Law was never distracted when it came to competition time. He was always laser-focused on his studies and in his extra-curricular activities. But damn was it hard not to notice firery red sitting in the stands amongst the crowd of people.

Anytime their eyes met, Kid winked, waved, blew him a kiss, or mouthed a “You’re amazing”.

It made Law giddy.

—-

Kid couldn’t keep his eyes off him. True to Killer’s word, the tights did not help! He was amazing! Almost everybody could swim (not as great as Kid…), but only a small amount of people could do the impressive flips and tricks that he was witnessing today. And Law, he was the best one out there! He bragged on his new man the entire night, much to Killer’s chagrin.

—-

Although knowing that Eustass was watching gave him undeniable butterflies in his stomach, it also motivated him to show off a little.

He had his best competition of the season! He beat all of his personal best scores in all the events that he competed in. Parallel bars, pommel horse, and floor. We even won 1st in high bar and pommel horse, receiving 3rd in vault (only Shachi and a guy from another school beating him).

[grace-writes-shit]

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BBC Sherlock-

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

John Watson

Enola Holmes- 

Sherlock Holmes

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Finn

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Din Djarin

Paz Vizla

Harry Potter-

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Shang-Chi

Assassin’s Creed-

The Hobbit-

Ezio Auditore

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Bofur

Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo Baggins

Bard

Thranduil

Legolas

One Piece- 

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Trafalgar Law

Eustass Kidd

Red-Haired Shanks

Dracule Mihawk

Portgas D. Ace

More to be added in the future!

Robb Lucci

Bleach-

Ichigo Kurosaki

Shunsui Kyoraku

Byakuya Kuchiki

Jushiro Ukitake

Kisuke Urahara

Kenpachi Zaraki

Toshiro Hitsugaya (Adult)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Gin Ichimaru

Ulquiorra Cifer

[lectorsinnombre]

EL UNICO FIC DEL KIDUTA (KID X UTA )

Toda tripulación necesita un músico en sus filas,por que no todo consiste en pelear,saquear o robar,existe la diversión y es casi una regla no escrita el tener un músico en la tripulación, es por eso que uta ocupaba un lugar en la tripulación de los piratas de kid.

Su unión fue de lo más curiosa,la hija del emperador shanks se unía a la tripulación de eustass kid,su "rival" el cual más de una vez perdió varias veces.

Sin embargo uta era feliz, sus canciones alegraban a la tripulación y hasta pudo experimentar con nuevos géneros musicales,además de que amaba a sus nuevos nakamas conectó de inmediato con hip,ama la comida de killer, heat le parece muy graciosos y wire es un tipo curioso.

Sin embargo el capitán fue todo un reto,ella le temía por su carácter explosivo y su lenguaje,pero poco a poco lo conoció y aprendió a amar sus defectos y virtudes.

Uta cada vez más convencida de su amor tomó una decisión,se confesaria el día del aniversario del Victoria punk.

"Acaso estas loca ??" Grito Hip

"De amor " asintió uta feliz sacándole la lengua

"Segura de que no aspiraste el polvo blanco de wire!!" La rubia seguía sin creerlo

"Hip yo estoy seguro de mis sentimientos! Me confesaré ese día!!' Dijo uta con convicción

"El capitán es muy raro y nunca le he visto interesarse en una mujer,es más dudo que sea hetero!!"

"Hetero o no igual me confesaré !!" Sonrió y se levantó lista para salir de su habitación

"Y si te rechaza que harás??!!"

"Abandono la tripulación"afirmo sonriente

"QUEEE????!!!!!"hip se abalanzó a ella y le Pateo las costillas

"Era bromita-" dijo uta temblando de dolor

En el cuarto de kid,este se encontraba melancólico,si llevaban años en la piratería y todos sus nakamas estaban con el,pero con nostalgia recordaba a Victoria su primer amor ,una chica que había amado tanto que nombro su barco en su honor.

"Estas bien?"Pregunto killer desde la puerta 

"No,solo siento nostalgia" la voz de kid estaba apagada "somos piratas reconocidos y temidos,pero ella no salio a mar con nosotros "

"Sabes kid ..." killer se acercó sentándose a su lado "Si Victoria ubiera venido con nosotros yo la ubiese conquistado" afirmó juguetonamente

"Ni sueñes  killer!!" Kid se giro molesto "ella estaba enamorada de mi!! Si ubiera venido con nosotros,ella sería mi esposa!!"afirmó asintiendo mientras su imaginación jugaba con el.

"Eres un idiota fa,fa,fa"  killer río,apesar de la smile , pudo reír genuinamente "tu ya tienes al amor de tu vida!!" Dijo mientras le dio una palmada fuerte que hizo caer a kid al piso.

"Espera ,que mierda killer ???!" Kid se levanto sonrojado con un rostro enojado

Killer movió la cabeza,su amigo será muy fuerte y griton pero no entiende nada sobre sentimientos.

"Si que eres un idiota,que no te diste cuenta, o estás tan enamorado que ni siquiera te pusiste a pensarlo??" Killer se levantó,y soltando una risita,se fue después de animar a su amigo

"Enamorado....." kid reflexiono en esa palabra,el esta seguro de que amaba a Victoria y siempre pensó que jamás se enamoraría de nadie  más.

"Uta" su nombre sonó en su mente de inmediato, la bicolor había sido el problema de la tripulación,su unión fue todo un reto,ella los salvo en las costas de elbaf ,y el le debía la vida por eso tal cual la salvo del destino que sufrió la tripulación del pelirojo,la cuido y apoyo a su manera,claro,pero estuvo ahí para ella.

Y ella estuvo ahí para el, Uta era una brisa de aire fresco su actitud juguetona e infantil lleno su vida ,y la de su tripulación, de más color ,sus canciones enamoraban sus oídos y sentía la necesidad de cuidarla,paso de querer pagarle el favor que le hizo ella al salvarlos,a amar su presencia en su vida.

Joder,ella era la luz de su vida ,graciosa ,inteligente y fuerte,no era igual a Victoria ni de lejos,Victoria era ruda,explosiva y muy fría,tenía su encanto,pero ni una de las dos tenían parecidos más allá de su determinación de salir al mar.

Uta le trajo más risas que tristezas,su presencia se volvió indispensable,si sentía algo por ella una emoción al verla,al oírla , no sólo era hermosa sino también era muy encantadora,tanto que lo encanto a él.

Mierda,si estaba enamorado

El día paso y cayó la noche ,donde kid y sus nakamas se disponían a celebrar,había más comida de lo habitual,todos reían y cantaban mientras bebían sake.

Uta emocionada se paro encima de un barril ,tomando aire, empezó a cantar llamando la atención de la tripulación,la canción del sake de binks alegraba los corazones de todos,sobre todo el corazón del pelirrojo.

Kid sonrió y empezó a cantar en coro con sus nakamas, mirando a la bicolor y ella devolviendole la mirada.

La canción terminó y empezó una ronda  de comida y sake,pronto todos empezaron a reír y contar anécdotas.El pelirojo se aparto del grupo dirigiéndose a la proa.

Atrás suyo apareció uta ,con una cara sonrojada y una sonrisa nerviosa.

"Hola capitán eustass !!" Lo saludo energeticamente "que haces aquí tan solo ?"

"Solo estoy tomando aire bicolor" dijo burlonamente

"No me llames bicolor!!" Empezó a darle golpes en el pecho de kid "mi nombre es uta ,llámame así!!"

"Que te parece mitad mitad ,suena más original" dijo kid mientras se reía

"Eres un tonto"cruzo los brazos eviatbdibls mirada de kid

"Pero soy tu tonto" dijo kid  inconscientemente

Ambos quedaron en silencio,con los rostros sonrojados evitaron sus miradas,uta tapaba su cara con ambas manos mientras que kid solo esquivo la mirada de uta con un rostro más rojo que su pelo.

"Es hora,yo puedo"penso uta

La bicolor se giro,y agarrando la mejilla de kid con ambas manos,y se paro de puntitas para hablarle cara a cara.

Con los rostros sonrojado ambos se miraron directo a  los ojos, uta abrió la boca.

"Estoy.." Uta empezó lentamente

"Enamorado de ti " completo kid,con el rostro rojo la abrazo.

Uta correspondió al abrazo,y sonrojada preguntó por lo bajo

"Entonces ,somos novios ?"

"Tu que crees bicolor?"

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Hay al fin un intento de romance, amo este shipp que me acabo de sacar de la deep web,detesto casi todos los shipps de kid y pensé en lo irónico que sería que este con uta,pero aun así considero un buen shipp

Viva los crack shipps ♡♡♡♡

Gracias por leer

[nocturnals-blog]

oda i will need more eustass kid pls.

[sunasconcert]

the worst generation trio— I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THEM LIKE DAMN

this shows luffy’s dynamic w anyone is amazing

UGDDHDHD THEYRE SO AMAZING ISTG

[ episode 398 ]

[onepiece-writting-forest]

Hi umm I don't know if your still open or not. If not feel free to ignore this but I was just wondering about possible Wet dream regarding their Fem s/o H/C's for Kid and Law and how they'd react to interacting with their s/o afterwards like before an after a relationship?

[Imma sucker for Kid and I dont know why. Jesus help me.]

Eustass Kid

Having a wet dream about their crush

- He dreamt about fucking you after battle. Both covered in blood and breathing heavily from exhaustion. In his dream he had pulled you behind a building, pushed you against the wall and taken you roughly. Your moans and the thight filling around his member felt so realistic. The look you gave caused him to take you harder and kiss you deep. Sadly the dream didn’t last long and he soon woke up with a proud boner in his pants, which he had to take care of. 

- For him it wasn’t a big deal to be near you after what has happened. Kid was quite shameless and it was only natural to him. He had some sexual and romantic interst in you and him having dreams like that was only normal. He acted around you like he always did, however you might overhear a conversation with him and Killer. He’d probably tell Killer about it- not in detail- that those dreams were more frequent and he finally wanted to be with you. Having to finish solo was frustating and he needed advice on how to get you be his.  

Having a wet dream about their s/o

- Since the two of you were together, he rarley had wet dreams about you. However he had quite the libido, so his brain blessed him with a few fantasies during his sleep. You’d noticed that he was dreaming, since he shifted around in bed more than usual and pressed you closer to your chest. His hips were grinding aginst your ass and you instanly knew what was up. The sleepy grunts just confirmed it to you. 

- You woke him up since you couldn’t sleep like that which took a bit, Kid could be a heavy sleeper if he wanted to. After a few protesting muffles, he finally opened his eyes and looked a bit confused. A “fucking hell” and an apology for waking you up left his lips sleeply. He would ask you if you could take care of his boner or if you could have a quicky to cool him off. Kid would also try to convince you with kissing your neck and letting his hand travel down your legs.  He wouldn’t be able to sleep like that and a cold shower was something he hated.

Trafalgar Law

Having a wet dream about their crush

- After he caught some feelings for you, you started to visit him in his dreams. Often it was you walking into his room with some seductive lingerie, swinging your leg over his thigh and kissing his neck. The feeling of your behind grinding against his loins felt too real, too good. He’d push you onto his desk, turn you around and fuck you on it like there was no tomorrow. Most of them time he woke up before he could finish in his dreams. Law would take of his boner solo in a quick shower, and go back to bed.

- For him as well, there is nothing to be ashamed of. He will act quite normal around you. Of course he will be caught in thoughts of what he did to you in his dreams, and more than once he will catch himself being sunk deep into his daydreams. However, he will keep those for himself. He knew he had feelings for you and he was attracted to you, but there was no reason to reveal his dreams to anyone if he didn’t know it was mutual. Law is quite secretive about that.

Having a wet dream about his s/o

- After he got together with you, he noticed that he had a quite high libido. He had someone he dearly liked with him, and the fact that Law never got much attention in his early life, caused his brain to go nuts with wet dreams. When he wakes up from them in the middle of the night, he doesn’t really know what to do with his boner. He doesn’t want to wake you up and ask for the obvious. He tries to de-tangle his limbs from you, to hop into a shower and finish it off as usual.

- Him shifting around wakes you up. He'd curs silently and apologizes. Law simply tells you that he’s going to take a quick shower, he still wouldn’t ask you for sex. He’d want it, sure, but he'd wait for your reaction. Sometimes you’re not in the mood and fall back to sleep, sometimes you push him down back into the sheets and straddle him like he dreamed of. When the second occurs, he will be way more gentle with you. He has the feeling you do it for him in the first place, and wants to thank you with giving your more affection than usual. There will be a longer foreplay for you to prepare, since he was already hard as wood. 

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[luisemontoya]

Hablemos un poco de AD.

Vamos a empezar hablando de un poco de historia antigua. Como ya todos saben, o les ha pasado, las experiencias en el mundo del rol son como una montaña rusa. Buenos y malos momentos, buenos y malos tratos con usuarios, buenos y malos tratos con la administración, buenas y malas experiencias. Cada quien habla de cómo le fue en la feria, repito como ya lo dije en el lugar donde despotrican.

 Sí, me río de los comentarios que leo, de esos comentarios que “dan su opinión” o que afirman como si su palabra fuera la única verdad, sin pruebas o datos tangibles. Si eso me hace un pedante, bueno, soy un pedante. Que les recuerdo que Salem fue administrador en dos lugares altamente reconocidos por su toxicidad, HC y Verdammnis.

 Así como muchos usuarios que, debido a experiencias poco gratas en otros foros, yo fui uno de ellos que, motivado por querer tener un lugar seguro y cómodo para rolear con mis amigos y gente de confianza, me vi envuelto en crear AD. Un proyecto que nació en el 2019, para ser específicos desde el 15 de Mayo del 2019.

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   Todo chiquito y todo panzón, comenzamos con la idea del foro, un mapa, nombres, etc. Pero creo que me estoy saliendo del tema principal. Entonces ya empoderados con el foro -que abrió sus puertas hasta inicios del 2020.- comenzamos a pensar en lo siguiente, que, no me van a mentir, todo mundo a tenido en cuenta. El NRDA -Nos Reservamos el Derecho de Admisión-.

 Claro que todo mundo tiene sus enemistades, personas que en la vida quiere volver a ver o saber de ellas, o personas que te banearon de sus foros y CLARO que quieres pagarles con la misma moneda. Personas non gratas, las fichitas del mundo del rol.

 Yo hablaré de mi punto de vista personal y mi propia experiencia. Claro que yo tenía a muchos en mente que no deseaba siquiera pisaran nuestro foro. Como las personas de Counting Stars que hicieron que me banearan por exceso de rol homosexual y porque pensaban que les iba a bajar el novio de rol. O gente de Temporali, Omegaverse… pero ¿Para qué? Yo de por sí era considerado una fichita de alto rango, la peste negra o peor. Yo era motivo suficiente para mantener a la gente alejada de nuestro foro, no se les iba a ocurrir pasarse por ahí.

 Entonces ¿Para qué pensar en banearlos? Demostremos que somos mejores y no paguemos de la misma forma. Los problemas y dramas se quedan fuera del foro, atrás de la puerta. Si tuviste problemas alguna vez conmigo, bueno, lo siento, fue en el pasado y con una vieja versión de mí. Si quieren venir a pasar un buen rato y a disfrutar del rol, son bienvenidos todos. Fuera quien fuera.

 A mediados de Marzo del 2020 se me ocurrió incursionar en un foro que era la comidilla de todos, que lo crucificaron por ser quien le robó ideas a Verdammnis y que eran altos traidores. Estoy hablando de Variété. Entré al foro, me hice una cuenta, recibí color y fui abordado por Laurel en redes privadas. Ya que, tengo entendido, alguien de su foro pedía mi cabeza en charola de plata y mi inmediata expulsión, cosa que no se le hizo. Al final me fui de ahí porque yo debía atender mi foro por completo y porque mi ex novio me la armó de pedo.

 Si no me banearon-expulsaron al momento de mi registro en un foro donde, ojito, lo tenía sentenciado ¿Por qué yo habría de hacerlo? Sería muy caradura de mi parte, muy hipócrita decir que los dramas y problemas se quedan atrás de la puerta, en el ayer. No nos vamos a engañar, muchas administraciones usan el NRDA simplemente para no tener personas que les caen gordas o les pueden quitar un físico, o un partner.

  Transcurrió el 2020 y el jardín se fue podando. La primera cabeza de la administración que se cortó fue la de Mérophe, por abuso de poder, grupismo, no cumplir sus labores como administración, y dañar la convivencia con los usuarios. Nos costó muchísimo que los afectados -usuarios de nuestro foro- nos dijeran qué ocurría, porque en palabras de ellos, pensaban que no le haríamos nada porque era admin y amigui de todos los admin.

 ¿Cuántos no han pensado así? Que los intocables del staff no reciben su merecido. Incluso mandamos un anuncio global por MP y publicamos un tema correspondiente.

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 Y así fuimos cortando cabezas en la administración, por no cumplir con lo que deberían. Así se fue Nyle, así se fue Eustass.

  Pero volvamos al tema principal que tanto parece importarles, Kazama.

 Kazama llegó aproximadamente a mediados de Febrero del 2021. Con la cuenta de Madara Uchiha y otra cuenta con la que usaba VPN. Si mal no recuerdo yo fui quien le aceptó la ficha -No puedo mostrar pantallazo de ficha aceptada porque ya se baneó esa cuenta y se eliminó hace tiempo.- y, ojito, yo no sabía quién era el fulano. Yo me enteré a los días.

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 ¿Por qué no lo baneamos al instante? Sencillo, y seguramente ya lo habrán entendido con parte de lo dicho más arriba. Si el tipito no ocasionaba problemas aquí, no acosaba personas, ni empezaba con sus actitudes nefastas que tanto describen en los Tumblr, no teníamos motivos realmente.

 ¿PERO POR QUÉ SE ATREVEN A DEJARLO AHÍ? Abrimos nuestras puertas para todo aquel que deseara rolear, sin excepción, que no buscara problemas ni viniera a arruinar el ambiente con actos dentro del foro.

 Y así permitimos a varias fichitas que en su momento ya fueron baneadas de AD. Permitimos a personas recientemente expulsadas de Variété, que tan pronto causaron quilombo, pa fuera. Hubo mujeres acosadas por otras mujeres -cosa que, con pruebas en mano y reporte hecho, detuvimos en su momento.- bueno, cuentas de mujer, porque no sabemos qué hay detrás de ese nombre de usuario. Permitimos a gente que gustaba de rolear furros aunque, seguramente, terminarían por irse al no encontrar con quién rolear porque, bueno, no todos lo ven bien y no a todo mundo le gusta.

 Kazama llegó al foro y la cacería de brujas comenzó la semana siguiente, cuando -justamente, las mujeres que acosaban mujeres- nos hicieron llegar un MP informándonos de quién era y lo que hacía. A lo que respondimos que nosotros nos encargaríamos y que, ante el mínimo acoso o lío sería castigado. Kazama había llegado solo, y luego a saber de dónde consiguió a alguien para rolear. Se hizo más personajes y le ponía ganitas en buscar roles, hasta roleó con otros pjs hombre. Se metía a la CB y, por más que mucha gente le hiciera vacío o lo tratase mal, seguía como si nada saludando y conviviendo.

 ¿Molestó a alguien en plena CB? Seguramente por el simple hecho de existir, sí. ¿Recibimos algún MP de alguna usuaria siendo acosada por Kazama en AD? Tampoco ¿Se estaba comportando a la altura? Parecía.

 De todas formas, lo baneamos.

 ¿Por qué? Bueno, nos enteramos que brincó a otro foro… Hopes Peak si mal no recuerdo, luego nos enteramos que brincó a Anthurium y que fue baneado.

 Con nosotros intentó volver con otra cuenta llamada Zao Feng, que muchos ya conocen porque siempre publica la misma búsqueda “My Maverick”. Fue baneado, nos mandó MP y se le explicó el por qué. Anexando el hecho del abandono de su primera cuenta, sin movimiento alguno 2 meses, sin aparecerse por el foro -no conectarse- un mes. El uso del VPN -que si leen las normas de AD, está prohibido.- y aparte, reiterando lo que todos los otros foros decían, salvaguardar la convivencia e integridad de nuestros usuarios, el mentado NRDA que, en palabras de muchos de ustedes, nos TARDAMOS en hacer.

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  Aclaro por cualquier cosa o malentendido que SIEMPRE se llega a dar, porque aquí todos leen y entienden lo que quieren entender. YO no estoy defendiendo a Kazama ni mucho menos ¿Sigue en AD? No, y si incurre de nuevo en usar VPN, será baneado otra vez. ¿Kazama acosó a usuarias/usuarios de AD? Que los afectados lo digan, no vayan a creer que me estoy inventando cosas si digo un sí o un no ¿De dónde consiguió Kazama rol? Quién sabe.

 Para todos los usuarios que abandonaron AD en su momento por Kazama, yo les ofrezco una disculpa y les sugiero encarecidamente buscar ayuda psicológica, para que puedan superar cualquier trauma o mal trago que les pudo ocasionar; espero que no me tomen a mal el comentario. Hicieron lo correcto en retirarse del foro y buscar un lugar donde se puedan sentir seguros y cómodos para rolear. Ya que, como dejaron en claro, no sentían que AD lo fuera.

  Y ahora la cerezita del pastel respecto a mis cuentas en el foro:

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¿Qué hace la cuenta de Arkadien ahí? Bueno, todos los admins tenemos acceso a ella, no solo Arkadien. Todos somos Arkadien.

 Yo aquí presento mí versión, con las pruebas que están a mi disposición para mostrarles. Tomen lo que quieran tomar, crean lo que quieran creer.

 Arkadien Denken seguirá abierto para las personas que quieran disfrutar del rol y no busquen joder el ambiente de la comunidad. Dejen sus cosas en la puerta.

 Si quieren hablar conmigo, saben dónde encontrarme por el foro. También, Childe#9256 es mi discord. Como se dice coloquialmente… yo no me ando con mamadas ni pendejadas, ni me ando ocultando detrás del anonimato para dar mi opinión o versión.

 Les agradezco la atención y también el que me dieran motivos para responder. Nuestro foro se defiende por sí mismo y sigue vivo gracias a todas las personas que quieren seguir ahí, roleando y conviviendo.

 Atte.- Christhian Wolf, Salem Jaasai, las cuentas del pantallazo de arriba, Luis.