#such a burn against Uta

[gildedmuse]

[I do not think there's a comment I can add to this to make it better than it is.]

Here there Strawhats are at a mind altering, greatest ever concert so of course when the singer is attack they jump in to save her.

And then there is Zoro like: Thank Fucking Luffy, Some ACTUAL ENTERTAINMENT.

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

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Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[gatitties]

HELLO

Can I request an Oneshot of One Piece with a marine teen reader (14 y.o) who is the daughter of Red Hair Shanks after a one-night stand? She was taken in by Garp when she was 11 when her mom didn't wanna take care of her anymore cuz the mom was absent the rest of the reader's life and Garp was the grumpy granddad and trained her into a marine..like 6 feet 4 muscular girl (and everyone is questioning what the hell did Garp feed her with. Then Shanks comes to visit his bio daughter at the hospital after the reader saved Ace from being killed by Akaniu (that one scene where Ace saved Luffy when he leaped in the way to shield his brother from Akainu as the admiral struck cuz she felt bad and went against rules) by pushing both of them away and burning her a bit and now she has huge burn scar in her left side of the body and half her hair is gone and has to add margarine to heal her scar just for a bit and then Garp ordered her that she should not get up the bed until she is fully recovered. Shanks being the dad he is tries to have a convo and help her stand up when the doctors order her to do some exercise to get her body moving again for example:

-move your fingers a bit

-try to stand up

-when you suicide try to take a few steps

-and more margarine when you go to sleep

-do not sleep on your left side cuz will cause your skin a damage

The reader is confused after receiving affection from her own dad, cuz she doesn't know how to receive it back and is very insecure about it Shanks on the other hand doesn't bother at all and comfronts her.

(Also Ace and Luffy come to visit her more often and thank her for saving them and having a small sibling relationship alongside Sabo and Uta)

and the reader is trying her hardest not to cry and Garp is jealous

(sorry if this is long I'm just trying to make it understandable..have a nice day/night!!)

─ Shanks x daughter!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Your bravery helps you save a person unfairly judged, this whole incident generates a drastic change in your pace of life where it seems that your father is ready to show himself.

─ Warnings: None

You stretched your sore body, letting out a soft moan due to your recent injury, weeks had passed and you still had a hard time moving, but looking back, the pain wasn't that much in comparison to your actions, not being ashamed of your actions against everythingn that you had learned at the marine academy, you were lucky that they considered your actions something of age, since you were young, they let it go with a couple of punishments, they lowered your rank and prohibited you from being on duty for the two following years, but you didn't care much.

Garp was not so happy with that decision, but he couldn't scold you when you had saved his grandson from certain death, he was glad to have welcomed you that day, he couldn't feel anything but proud to see that despite having been strictly instructed to follow established order and law, you had your own thoughts and values.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

If it weren't for the fact that you were hurt badly, Garp probably would have hit you for finding you pacing around the room, you grimaced as you tried to smile, a little afraid of his overwhelming concern.

"The doctors told me that I couldn't stop walking, even if it was difficult, I can't stop moving while I recover, it's not like I was running a marathon tho."

He mumbled a few curses, making you return to the bed, now beginning your arm stretches, which were more painful due to the burn being on the upper part of your body.

"Why are you here? I thought you would come to visit tomorrow."

"Yes, but I have decided to go ahead to give you a surprise" all your attention went to the word 'surprise' with enthusiasm, being the teenager that you were, of course you were more than captivated by whatever the old man had for you "Ta-dah!"

He took a pair of wigs out of a bag, your expression fell slightly since you expected something else, but that didn't take away your enthusiasm, the attack that Akainu made on Ace in that battle left more wounds than you thought, and the fire spread faster than you thought, you lost some hair and sometimes you felt helpless without hair covering some parts of your face.

"Thank you… you didn't have to do it, and I could have waited until tomorrow anyway, why the rush?"

Now it was Garp's turn to sweat as he looked at you, he didn't want to admit it, but since Shanks saved you in battle and visited you more constantly, he felt a little jealous, although your father was unaware of your existence until relatively recently, proposing to take care of you and be present in your life from now on, it was Garp who raised and guided you all these years, plus he preferred not to meet Shanks at this time.

You were just confused, you always thought that your father had simply abandoned you, that he didn't want to know anything about your existence like your mother, and suddenly he is by your side showering you with affection and gifts. You took cautious steps with all that sudden affection, Garp wasn't a bad tutor, but his way of showing love was sometimes… brutal, your father's soft hugs were definitely something better than grandfather's crushing ones.

"Hey hey, grandpa is here too, Hello, Hello! We brought a lot of food to help you recover faster."

"Idiot, people don't have the same metabolism as you, besides…" Ace, who was entering through the door with Luffy, took the banana that was for you out of his hand, he was trying to devour it "What's the point of bringing food for someone if you are going to eat it?!"

"What are you two doing here? You are in one of the marine hospitals."

"We are not just two, look good old man!"

Sabo smiled at his grandfather, who remained silent for a few minutes, before bursting out with a furious scream, even though Garp was not going to tell on them, he couldn't help but give them one of his love fists, it had been a long time since he had seen the three gathered in the same place. You laughed at the scene, you never saw Ace, Luffy or Sabo, you only knew anecdotes that Garp shared with you, but you definitely didn't regret having saved Ace, being judged for being the son of the pirate king was absurd, it's not like he had chosen it, you felt even better when you found out that you were the daughter of the infamous yonko Shanks, since you would have probably been put on the gallows if you weren't part of the marines for the same reason as Ace.

The silent room soon filled with life once the trio entered, breaking into the peaceful time Garp wanted to spend with you, as if the commotion of his three grandchildren crammed into your bed while ranting about their adventures wasn't enough, the door opened suddenly, revealing the person who was missing to spill the old man's glass of patience.

"Looks like I'm a little late, sorry, I had to knock out some marines to get in."

The first thing he did was push the three idiots away from your bed, then he left the bouquet of flowers that he brought to decorate your sad room and finally he kissed your forehead as a greeting, not used to this gesture you simply looked down, squeezing your blanket that covered your legs.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? Have you put the cream on the burn? Have you done your daily stretches?"

You felt even more dizzy when he bombarded you with questions than when you were talking to the other three idiots even though they were much louder, you nodded silently, smiling slightly at him, he returned the gesture with a wider smile, although it was quickly wiped away when Luffy attacked him, climbing onto his back like a monkey while laughing almost causing them both to fall to the ground.

As much as you wanted to join their little fight, which Ace and Sabo joined in on, with your current state you would have to hold back just watching while Garp tried to silence them or he would have to kick them all out of here, if it could happen he would grow more gray hairs.

You felt warm watching everyone interact, in the short time you had spent with them, you managed to create a great bond, even with Uta, who couldn't be present most of the time but who you also considered part of the family.

Things calmed down a couple of hours later, leaving only the two adults and you in a pleasant silence after all the commotion those three had caused, it was time to leave, but before, Shanks approached you, holding your hand, making small circles with his thumb on your skin.

"I know this is a bit sudden and that maybe you don't trust me… but would you like to travel with me, discovering new horizons?"

Your eyes shone with excitement when you heard him, your heart warmed, you didn't dislike the job as a marine, but an opportunity like this… it would make you feel much freer than in headquarters, it would make you feel like you didn't need to worry about so many things at such a young age.

"Don't put stupid ideas in your daughter's head! She's a good marine and she's just a teenager, she'll go far when she's a woman!"

"Woah, calm down old man, she can choose for herself, besides, I'm not asking her to be a pirate, I have to start taking care of my responsibilities as a father and I won't be able to do it if she stays here."

"You know very well that she will sentence her destiny once they see her traveling with you, her entire future as a marine…"

Garp fumed from his ears, feeling how all the work and effort he had put into educating you and guiding you on the right path was crumbling before his eyes. Shanks only stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner, making a mark of irritation appear on Garp's forehead.

"Like I said, she chooses."

The two looked at you with different emotions reflected in their eyes, although they could already imagine what you were going to respond after seeing your look of determination and enthusiasm worthy of a child receiving Christmas gifts, without being able to hold back, you sealed a large part of your future with your decision, but you didn't care much if you were a pirate or a marine as long as you kept your beloved and unexpected family.

[beanghostprincess]

Seven-year-old Luffy meets Uta and he is the happiest he's ever been because he finally has a friend. Someone to hang out with who is not the same age as him but close enough. Close enough to be something more than a friend. An older sister, maybe. She appears out of nowhere, on a ship full of dreams and songs and adventures Luffy is dying to go explore too. She's a song that never ends. A song that still keeps playing in his heart when the ship disappears into the sea once again. And he waits and waits for her to come back. He never realized how quiet the village was before Uta came into his life. And then, after singing to himself for God knows how long, the ship meets shore again. But the song suddenly stops. The music that never ended finally has played its last note. Shanks only gives him a vague excuse for his sister's absence and smiles, full of sorrow and guilt but Luffy only sees lies and betrayal and- He can't hear the song anymore. Doubts he ever will again.

But he has to move on because Uta told him to be strong. To follow his dream the way she's following hers if what Shanks said is true.

Then Sabo and Ace come into his life just as suddenly, like a storm. A messy one that makes the uncontrollable waves of the sea sink ships and makes adventures more interesting. The one that dirts your clothes and makes you cold and want to run against the wind. The one that's stopped by the warmest of suns and hottest of summers. And they love him the way Uta did and he loves them the way he never thought he would again. And this time they do say they're brothers, unlike the silent promises he made with the diva. He keeps wondering if they would have gotten along (probably not, because Uta is everything they are not. She's idealistic but thinks things through. And she's sweet and clean and she would hate the way Sabo and Ace are optimistic in a careless way. And how they're rough and caring but dirty. She would say she hates it. She would only say it. Because she might be a diva, but she's also a pirate, after all). And he never mentions her to the guys because there's no need to keep singing a song that's playing too far away for him to listen to it. They'll meet eventually. The four of them. Maybe Shanks too, even.

But it never happens. And Luffy feels like he's soaked in seawater because he's the weakest he's ever been. It's not like losing a limb, like Ace describes, but like losing his strength. Dreams. Soul. And he feels himself melt and drown in tears he can't stop. Ace tells him to be stronger, and Luffy remembers Uta. He should have known better back then too. He lost her and he doesn't know where she is because he wasn't strong enough for Shanks to tell him. He wants to become stronger so he never loses anybody again.

At least he has Ace, though. Ace will never die. And he promises it like Luffy is stupid for having the mere, irrational fear of Ace disappearing. So he believes him.

It's a lie. He lied. He lied. He lied.

It's freezing cold when he loses ace. Literally. His lifeless body rests on the floor and Luffy's hands are soaked in cold blood that was once what decorated Ace's heart. His laugh. His touch. His promises. Everything's gone except his smile. And Luffy wants to die, too. Because if he can't be strong enough to keep his family or his crew, he has nothing else to fight for anymore. He can only hear Ace's vivre card burning down into ashes while the last drop of blood falls to the ground in the middle of a battle Luffy doesn't care anymore about.

Uta. Sabo. Ace.

No songs to sing. No sea to sail. No fire to be warm.

[fanaticsnail]

Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 2

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Word Count: 3,000+

Synopsis: Distance and time growing between you, your newfound niece gets up to mischief as her uncles' backs were all turned. Using your personal den-den-mushi, you receive updates on her growth from the ever competent first mate. .

Themes: Unrequited requited love, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship, friends to lovers, found family dynamics, love over time, (smut, mdni 18+, NSFW - chapters will be marked accordingly), love-making, angst, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language. 

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @indydonuts

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Over the next few months, your desk received alerts from the Red-Force’s crew. Each milestone depicted and sent off to you the moment it occurred, no matter the hour. You received snail-portraits of Uta's first time sitting up, her first true smile, her first attempt at rolling, and her first taste of solid food. 

Shanks had managed to sneak in a few candid captures of her interacting with the crew: Yasopp and Roux feeding her a bone leg of lamb, Hongo performing a physical, and a few tantrums here and there. Your favorite moment captured was Beckman reclining in an armchair on the deck with Uta asleep on his chest, his eyes closed and completely relaxed. 

The next time you saw Uta at Kuraigana was when she had begun to crawl. She did not remember you, but she soon warmed to you the longer you spent together. You had to strongarm Mihawk in allowing the crew to stay for a stretch longer than three days, but as soon as he saw you smile with Uta in your arms - he was held victim to the chance to see you happy. 

Your happiness in Kuraigana was scarce, your duties in managing his affairs left you without much time for relational recreation. The only opportunities you had to relax were when you slipped within your bedsheets and claimed dreamless slumber. As soon as you awoke, there was no time for relaxation: always working, always organizing Mihawk's affairs. 

Each time you were left with Uta, Beckman would not be far behind. The two of you would fawn over the small child; pushing her on a small swing you forced Mihawk to hang, feeding her her dinners, crawling on the floor beside her, pulling faces to see her smile. Beckman always fell beside you, enjoying seeing his niece interact with the woman who held his heart without her realizing it. 

The next time the Red-Hair crew departed, it was harder to let go. Uta’s soft coo and outstretched arms calling to you had your chest tighten and eyes swell. The sting of the crew leaving was only temporarily dulled by the strong embrace the first-mate offered you. 

Beckman's soothing assurances that they would return soon only briefly balmed the ache, before the absence of his form over the horizon began to slowly seep in. You suddenly began to realize that you missed him too. 

The next time you had an encounter with the Red-Hair pirates was when you took some shore leave from your duties with Mihawk on Kuraigana. You said it was to get some respite and some sun into your skin, but it was truly a rouse to establish a chain of whispers for your own personal gain. You missed the thrill of being a spymistress, but forging a link to the old world kept you at bay. 

In town, a small red and white body toddled over and brushed against your leg. Glancing down, you immediately recognised the split-coloured hair as Uta. 

“Oh, gorgeous girl!” you immediately cried in glee, dropping to your knees on the dirt pathway, “Uta, my love! Do you recognise me?”

The child did not talk, eyeing you cautiously as a huffing twenty-year old chased after the lost toddler. 

“There you are, Uta! I was worried sick! You've gotten quick now that you're walk-,” Shanks halted his sentence, immediately blurting out, “-Pretty lady!”

“Hello captain,” you uttered in a disinterested and slightly offended tone, “And who was going to tell me Uta started to run?” Shanks looked sheepishly to his toes, kicking at the ground and scuffing his sandals. 

“That's my fault, Darlin’,” you felt your spine ignite upon hearing Beckman's voice behind you. Uta carefully studied your face, darting her eyes between yours as your grin spread up your face. 

“Beckman,” you uttered just as darkly as you did with Shanks, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Beckman took a moment to collect his thoughts. Most of them were rallying around the fact he looked so disheveled in his appearance. His hair was a mess, his face was growing a fresh layer of rough stubble, his shirt was ruffled, and his arm was occupied with an amass of gun-cleaning equipment. 

You rose to face him, studying his features and ushering Uta to brace herself against your leg for stability. As soon as Beckman's eyes met yours, he knew he was lost to the thought of composing a lie. 

“Roux sat on the transponder, shattered the shell,” he confessed, holding his gaze firmly affixed to your own, “Had to purchase a new one, misplaced Mihawk's transceiver codes and I couldn't find it anywhere. I've been lookin’, Darlin’. Believe me, I've been lookin’. I was gonna start writin’ to you, but we just didn't have the time between ports and with Uta-.” 

“-Enough,” You grumbled at him, pulling out a piece of parchment paper from your satchel and marking down several numbers and codes upon the page, “I get it, you're all very busy men.”

Beckman trailed your hands as they etched calligraphy into the parchment, his breath hitching as he realized exactly what you were gifting him with. 

“Here,” you uttered firmly, handing him the parchment paper, “The top is Mihawk's, the second is the new printer shell on my desk, and the third is,” you leant closer to him, eyes narrow as you looked up into his face sternly, “My personal ear shell.” 

Your lips quirked up as you noticed the soft bob in his Adams apple, chalking it up to the intimidation you were forcing on him and not allowing your thoughts to run away with you. 

“See you don't lose it this time,” you snarled at him before turning towards Uta, “I need to see how my beautiful niece is growing, and keep tabs so I can spoil her.”

“I won't lose it,” Beckman uttered, slipping the paper within his tobacco pouch and tapping it twice, “Treat my words like a vow, Darlin’.”

Smirking, you raised your hand and collected Beckman's right cheek within your left palm. You ushered him towards you, and as soon as he was low enough, you pressed a lengthy kiss against his scruffy left cheek. You hummed against his flesh, feeling the pricks of his scratchy skin against your lips. 

Beckman wished he'd spent a little more time on grooming as he felt you smile against his skin. Breaking away from his cheek, you held his gaze. Your eyes darted between his two gray orbs, flicking briefly down to his lips before refocusing on his eyes. You felt a swell of boldness within you, opting to lean into the feeling. 

“Call me any time,” you whisper to him, watching the soft tremble in his lip and bob of his throat once again. 

“Aye, I will.”

For the first few months, you only heard sporadically from the Red-Hairs regarding Uta. A first word, a first full nursery rhyme, a picture of her hair getting longer and less manageable. 

And then the first unusual call came through to you. It was early in the morning, beginning to ready the brew coffee for the lord of Kuraigana as he bathed and groomed himself. Your small shell chirped to life, causing you to cock your head to the side and raise it to your ear. 

“Hello, who is-?” you began, halting when the other end spoke atop you. 

“-Oh, Darlin’. I have been cravin’ you somethin’ fierce,” Beckman’s slurred speech and candor set you on edge, his rumbly cadence causing your heart to flutter. 

“Beckman, is something wrong? Where's Uta?” your first concerns were the safety of the small child, the crew an afterthought. You knew the Red-Hair crew could handle themselves, but a child at sea? That was something truly worth being concerned about. 

“She's with Shanks, she's fine. I-I just-...” he trailed off. You held your breath as you awaited for him to conclude his thoughts, “...I just needed to hear you, and you always know what to say.”

Interest peaked, you focussed your attention on the inhale and exhale on the other line: noticing a rough growl in his tone. 

“You sound exhausted, Becks,” you confessed to him, pouring boiling water atop the coffee grounds and watching the water drop down into a glass vessel, “Things getting a little rough?”

“You have no idea,” the low rumble of his voice relayed through the shell. You hummed at him, softly placing down the boiling water pot and ensuring the shell was firmly tucked in your ear. 

“Want to tell me about it?” you offered to him, assembling two ceramic cups and saucers. He sighed into the shell, you assume exhaling a long drag of smoke from his lips. 

“I’ll give you a brief rundown, sweetheart,” Beckman’s exasperated grumble caused your heart to flutter, “The boys and I were docked at port, all coupled off with a few of the locals,” you nodded along to his tale. 

“Go on,” you encouraged him with a soft hum, placing a few sugar cubes into Mihawk's coffee cup and twirling a spoon. 

“I was gone for one night. One single night,” you smirked into the transponder, humming a single “Mm hmm,” to have him continue. 

“And Uta…” Beckman sighed, and you were almost sure you heard a soft sniffle, “...She ate a damn devil fruit.”

“She what?” you shot back, dropping your silver spoon onto the floor, “Uta did what? Where was Shanks? Where was the rest of the crew?”

“Shanks was napping, and Uta just climbed out of her crib-,” you cut him off. 

“-And while you all were swinging your cocks and getting messy with the locals,” you shot at him, “My beautiful, sweet, darling niece has now doomed herself to be unable to ever swim and been given cosmic powers. Beckman, I am appalled.” 

Silence grew thick between you both, the absence of words allowed you to truly listen to the soft sobs falling from the first-mate. You widen your eyes in shock, quickly backtracking to your earlier conversation. 

“Oh, Becks. I didn't mean you don't deserve to let loose every once in a while,” you softened your tone, “Shanks is nearly twenty one, and Uta is just over two. She needs active supervision at all times-.”

“-It was my fault,” he uttered softly, “I'm the oldest. I'm the one that keeps the boys in line. I-I just-...” you allowed him to linger in the moment he was experiencing, collecting his thoughts, “...I just wanted to hear your voice. Readin’ your letters were not enough this time.”

That caught you off guard. You would often exchange letters to be read to Uta at night: soft poems you would compose at your desk, affirmations to encourage her, and always marked with a signature sign off depicting your love for her. 

“Oh, Beckman,” you whispered into the receiver, your lips ticking up in the corners, “The offer to call me at any time still stands,” you heard him shuffle on the other end, “You could talk about Uta, you could talk about sea travels. You could call even if you just want to talk about what type of coffee we're drinking here lately.” He chuckled in a low rumble, biting back another soft sniff. 

“What type of coffee are you drinking there lately?” he huffed out in a breathy laugh. 

“Today, it's a dark roast I ordered from likely where you are currently,” you giggled, “I'll save you some when you bring my niece to come and visit her favorite aunty.”

“I’d like that, Darlin',” his smile carried the smooth baritone of his voice through the transponder, having your heart swell from such a great distance away. 

After taking a moment to dwell in silence, you softly uttered, “What happened with Uta was not your fault. You deserve to take a lover from time to time,” you stooped to reclaim the spoon from the floor and place it in the sink for later cleaning, “And Uta is your niece. Shanks is her father, and he should be held accountable for this.”

After several more moments of silence, Beckman gained the courage to half-admit his longing for something more. 

“I don't take lovers, Darlin’,” he confessed, prompting you to quirk your head to the side and furrow your brows in confusion, “I enjoy women, sure. Lovers are not something I could maintain. The women I enjoy spending time with know that when meetin’ me, and I appreciate that in them-.”

“-Oh, Beckman,” you laughed into the transponder piece, “What you do with your women is of no business of mine,” you switched the transponder to your other ear, readying the coffee elements on a tray for Mihawk, “And if you ever did bind yourself to a lad or lass in matrimony, all I'd ever ask for is an invitation to the party.” 

Beckman closed his eyes, his lips parting with a soft smile ticking up at the corner of his mouth. He almost felt like confessing then and there that you would never receive an invitation to that event, should it ever occur for him. He'd want you to be the other person waiting at the end of the aisle. 

Bidding each other a soft farewell, you ended the call and noticed Mihawk loitering in the doorway. His hair was damp, loose ringlets rapidly drying on his head as he scrunched it in his towel. 

“Beckman?” Mihawk gave in to allowing a smirk to creep up his face. You nodded, handing him his coffee cup and excused yourself to attend to your duties. 

Mihawk's eyes trailed after you, shaking his head with a softer smile. All of his thoughts swirled with how oblivious you both were to the others' affections.  

The next time you spoke with Beckman was later in the week. He informed you first on Uta's development before talking to you about the weather, the sea, the latest exploits they ran into, and all the whole: the soft call of the young toddler bouncing at his feet had you swoon. 

“Beckman,” you uttered at him, him answering with a simple “Yes, Darlin'?” You smiled at this established title first, before you commanded him to pass the transponder to the young child. 

Although it was just simple words and soft babbles strung into soft and loose sentences from Uta, you spoke to her about all that took your fancy. Asking about her Dad, her uncles, her dinner: a few key phrases she could truly understand, you had her cooing into the transponder in response. 

“Okay, beautiful girl,” you praised her, “You think you could give the shell to Uncle Beckman? Aunty needs to hear from him again.”

“And what do you need to hear me say, hm?” Beckman's cool voice purred into the phone. You giggled in response, prompting Mihawk to roll his eyes as he reclined in his seat at the table. 

“Ask him when they’ll next be in the east blue,” Mihawk asked, his voice laced with disinterested boredom, “I need to speak to Shanks in person about something that I can't have traced back to me.”

“Yes, sir,” you called over your shoulder to your boss, “I'll ask Beckman. Did you hear the question, Sweetheart?” The soft nickname just slipped out before you could recall it. 

Beckman choked on his words, his body automatically responding with a soft warmth engulfing his chest at the title. You had been casually talking for two years, and only now been intentionally seeking each other out with your shell transponders. 

Although Beckman remained taking casual flings from port to port, he could barely contain the way his body responded to the small slip up from you. He closed his eyes, feeling the name swirl in his mind - committing your soft tone to memory before speaking. 

“I didn't quite catch it, Darlin’,” he whispered, gnawing on his lip a little as he tested you, “Would you mind repeating it again?” You giggled, walking beside Mihawk and collecting his hat and overcoat to hang on the door for cleaning. 

“Lord Mihawk was wondering when you were next to dock in the east blue so he could set up a rendezvous,” you reiterated, going back to your desk and taking several jotted notes, “Care to share your Captain's plans with me, Beckman?”

Beckman grumbled on the other end of the line. Mihawk's brow arched, gaining your attention by flourishing his hands. He raised his index finger to his lips, curling his tongue around two overemphatic, silent syllables: “Sweet-Heart.”

A soft blush rose to your cheeks, your eyes rapidly blinking as you realized three things: you had called Benn Beckman ‘sweetheart’, Benn Beckman was pouting that you didn't call him ‘sweetheart’ a second time, and Dracule Mihawk was prompting you to flirt by reinstating the former title to Beckman over the transponder. You gulped back your dry mouth, gathering the courage to speak. 

“Go on, sweetheart,” you purred quietly into the transponder, “Give me a date and time.” 

Beckman enthusiastically relayed to you the next time the Red-Hair pirates were to dock in the east blue, down to the last decimal point. You giggled into the transponder, the call ending with a small promise of further conversation and a click of the shell. 

Mihawk studied your face, looking down at your notes before taking the paper from you. He gave you a silent squeeze of the shoulder, turning on his heel and calling to you over his shoulder.

“Benn Beckman is in love with you,” Mihawk stated monotonously, “He has been for a while, likely even before you began working for me.”

You snapped your eyes up to him, watching as he turned his head and revealed his soft smirk. 

“He is a valuable ally, a wonderful first-mate and a spectacular friend, my lord,” you uttered with a tone of warning, “He does not see me this way, and I am not going to have such thoughts cloud my mind and corrupt my day. I chose you, not Shanks, Mihawk.”

“A decision I appreciate greatly, my dear. You make a wonderful secretary and truly a good friend,” he hummed, his smirk turning into a smile, “But it does not change the fact you have an admirer in Benn Beckman.” 

Before you could utter a word in your defense, Mihawk fled the room to go to his wing and enjoy some recreation reading. You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts as you continued to work. 

[spiteless-xo]

hello Spiteless!!!!

I have been following since the weekly TBAW updates and have read all of your works. I can’t get ENOUGH and I’m so excited for your new project 🔵👄🔵

i come to you asking very humbly for a sneak peek… 🙈

aw hello!! i'm so happy you like my stories so far 🥰 and hehehe im very excited for it too 🙊 i have pretty much the entire fic planned out in my head, i just have to find the time to get it all written down.

ask and you shall receive!!

You sigh and glance through the crowd between your roommate and then back at Gojo. “Are you and that girl together?” “Huh? Utahime?” he snorts. “No. She’d rather die than date me.” “Then why are you all over her all the time?” He grins. “Because she hates it.” “Ok—well, can you stop it for a bit? I think my friend really likes her and I want them to talk to each other… see if sparks fly, y’know?” You take another look across the room and you’re pleased to see that things seem to be going well. She’s laughing at something he said and his shoulders are relaxed. “Is that your roommate? Nanamin?” “Nanami,” you correct. “The Dog?” “Gojo,” you warn and when his gaze rolls back to your face, he’s grinning. “You have nothing to worry about between me and Uta, ‘kay? She’s not really my type.” He keeps smiling at you as he speaks, and you can just tell from the look on his face that he’s about to say something stupid. “Come to think of it, I don’t think you’re my type, either.” Against your better judgment, you take the bait. “And what’s your type?” “Girls that want to fuck me.” His grin turns wolfish and you watch his tongue run across his teeth. The look he’s giving you has your heart lurching in your throat—excitement? Maybe fear?—and you move to take a step back. But Gojo’s arm is still linked to yours so he holds you close, capitalizing on your misstep by pulling you even closer. “Am I right? Or do you want to fuck me?”

🙊 it's a bit of a slow burn so the first few chapters will just be filled with flirty little exchanges like this before the eventual smut. i'm planning on 5 chapters but i might do 6th if the 5th doesn't feel like a proper ending once i've finished writing it. i'm aiming for 6k-word chapters, but the later chapters might be longer.

i literally have so many thoughts about this fic, i'm so excited to finish it so i can share it and blab about everything to you guys 😭 i don't wanna spoil anything.

[bored-storyteller]

WARNING: Masochism, biting, slight mention of blood, drinking blood, mention of being eaten.

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x Human!Reader

Theet

Love is an abstract concept, no one can say what love really is.

There are those who believe that love is always right, there are those who say that an unhealthy love is not love. Maybe so, maybe certain kinds of love shouldn't exist.

There are those who say that love is nothing but a lie, there are those who say it is a deception of the brain. Perhaps this is also true.

You don’t know.

Love can be right or wrong, and you don't know which side your love is on, but you don't care.

Whether you call it love or madness, whethever is the name that the world give to your feelings is not important. It's so present, warm, piercing at times. It's in your chest, in your guts, in your eyes every time you meet his.

He is dangerous. You love him.

Your name rings out lightly, a call that barely surpasses the hum of the fan at the back of the room. Uta looks at you calmly, a veil of amusement on his blood irises.

"Sorry." You hum softly with a smile “I was watching you.”

“I had noticed that.” His gentle voice doesn't hide a shred of smugness that just makes you snort, but you're too focused to joke with him.

You're sitting on his lap, his hands resting lazily on your hips and yours caressing his face carefully.

Your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.

“What are you looking at with such interest?” He asks you. You know he is watching you, he is trying to understand what you are studying with such interest.

You are a discovery, for each other.

“Your teeth.” You answer in a distracted murmur.

His face tilts slightly, leaning a little more into your touch, and you know that if you weren't so focused on his lips you'd see a perplexity hidden in his gaze, a perplexity you wouldn't be able to decipher.

"I don't think they're my best side." He jokes. You allow him a grateful laugh, but you're still taken by his mouth, by his movements, by your fingertips brushing his fangs.

They look like those of any human being, yet to the touch you can feel how hard, sharp they are.

You press a little, and like paper your skin breaks.

The game Uta was letting you play stops when he jerks his head away.

He go away, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at you silently with an expression you can't decipher; he could be scared, uncertain, curious…don't even waste time wondering.

A crimson droplet forms on the tip of your finger - it's beautiful, you think. You're sure he's of the same opinion too, especially him.

Inky eyes look at you, ask your intentions, and you can't help yourself.

He's dangerous, you think as your cheek rubs against his.

You love him so much, you think, as your bare shoulder comes to press against his lips.

You don't know if his love for you is healthy, if he loves you right, but you don't care.

You love that he indulges you, you don't know if it's your desire or his. Maybe you forced him, maybe he's hungry and tempted by the smell of your blood. Perhaps you are cruel to him.

Or maybe he loves you with all of his being.

His jaws open slowly, his teeth lean against your helpless skin.

And then the tear, the holes deepening, the blood blooms.

It hurts you, you can't hold back a moan of pain, but at the same time your hands are squeezing his shoulders.

He moans in pleasure, entranced, as if he's tasting something delicious. No, he's tasting something delicious.

His lips kiss you, his tongue licks, he sucks. You feel the blood coming out of the wound, it's hot that it almost burns. Yet you can't help thinking that it's beautiful what's happening: your fusion, complete and total. Just because Uta does it, that's the only reason it can happen.

You can't not love him right now, while you feel it completely, in his natural instincts, in being what he is. His teeth, his ghoul's teeth claiming your flesh.

Then, the grip loosens, and even if he tries to hide it you feel him filling his lungs with air: giving up is a sacrifice for him.

"You're delicious." He admits, and you see his tongue flick across his pierced lips “But it could be dangerous to play like this again, you know?”

Your hands are in your hair now, your fingers play delicately, a slight smile paints on your lips: "Are you afraid?" You ask him softly, a slight defiant tone hovers in your question.

His almost nonexistent eyebrows twitch, just for a fraction of a second, but you see them. His lips stretch a little in an amused expression: "Are you not?"

You caress his lower lip slowly, without risking anything this time: “Don't say you wouldn't like it. Don't say you wouldn't love me like that."

“Would you accept it?”

"Yes."

Maybe he's surprised by your prompt response, or maybe not. Uta is silent, and that silence expands over time so much that you're convinced there's nothing more to say, but in the end he speaks.

"And you don't think about me?" He asks you as if he were jokingly begging you "To your poor Uta who will be left all alone on this miserable world?"

You touch the tip of his nose: "I'm sure my poor Uta could survive."

“Mmh…yes. But eating you could be my last joy and the beginning of my madness."

You laugh, because differentiating a crazy Uta from a healthy one isn't understandable in your head, but you understand what he wants to tell you, you understand his intentions.

“It would be our tragedy.” you say as the tip of your nose brushes his.

Only a murmur of acknowledgment comes from him as his hand slips delicately under the fabric of your shirt, brushing against your cool, bare skin.

“Yeah…too bad it can never be told.”

[waterfallofspace]

Timing Is Everything.

Characters: Y/uta, G/ojo, I/numaki, M/aki, and P/anda. (feat. I/nuokku pairing implied <3) Word Count: 2.1k

Just a little gift for @ithadtobesneezing as she's been FEEDING us with Y/uta content <33

It's nothing amazing, but you've sparked the fire of love for your guy, so here's a lil something I hope you can enjoy~

All Characters 18+, picture early 20's AU (+ no bad stuff has happened <3)

(References to implied contagion, and high fever, and near fainting/dizziness, just incase anyone doesn't like those!)

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A light breeze drifts through the air, the first hint of fall approaching. Summer had dragged on late into September, leaving the cool touch a welcome change to everyone. 

Almost everyone, that is. 

Burrowing deeper in his uniform, Yuta grits his teeth against the cold nestling in his bones. Despite the heat smothering him inside out, each chill seems to leave him trembling. Casting his gaze back to the field, it’s clear no one notices. Their attention is caught by the scene unfolding. 

Maki and Gojo are ‘sparring’, a term used loosely. More accurately, Maki is throwing things at Gojo’s infinity. Inumaki and Panda are both laughing, Panda cheering Maki on as Inumaki passes her more weapons to aim. Amidst the chaos, Yuta’s silence is largely overlooked. 

It’s not unusual for him to be a bit subdued during a meetup with his friends; being a special grade sorcerer has some deficits to go along with the profits. Still, he can’t help noticing that Gojo is right in the middle of the group, cheerful as ever despite his own long week. 

A pang of guilt finds its home in Yuta’s chest, the familiar burning leaping to his eyes. The feelings that always seem to grow in ferocity when his mind gets clouded. With a rough sniff, he rubs a sleeve across his face, sucking in a deep breath. Frustration swells, only dispelled when a gasp slips through his parted lips. 

He quickly ducks into his fist, massaging the twitching appendage before it blows his cover. Sunken eyes flicker back to the group, the breath he didn’t realize was trapped in his chest breaking free. They’re all still absorbed in their own world, Inumaki and Panda joining in on the game. 

Taking advantage of the privacy while it lasts, Yuta allows himself a deep sigh, his sleeve-coated hand scrubbing at his nose. The slow crawl of ticklish desire had been creeping its way deeper since this morning. 

He’d hoped to fight it off until he got home, or at least escaped from sight. The glimmer of light dancing across his face as a tear drifts down his flushed cheeks suggests no such hope should be dwelled on. 

“Yuutaaaa~” 

The tone is distinct, a melodic sound echoing throughout the yard. Sure enough, as Yuta raises his head from the safety of his hands, Gojo is waving him over. Maki and Panda are yelling about something he can’t quite make out, Inumaki holding up a popsicle stick figure with Panda’s head on it. 

Raising from his seat Yuta lurches forward, the floor beginning to shift under him. He instinctively drops his hand to steady himself, eyes squeezing shut. Once the world decides to let him off the unrequested roller coaster, his eyes begin to reopen. Relief floods his system as none of the others seem to pay him much mind. 

“I did not say that! In fact, I recall you were the one who filled out that report, therefore it was your responsibility to follow up.” Inumaki raises a Maki stick. 

“Oh really? Then why is your signature on the form?” Inumaki raises a Panda stick. 

“What?” Snatching the paper from his hands, Maki groans, aiming a swing at Panda’s chest. “You forged my signature again?!” 

Gojo’s simply watching, a childlike giggle bubbling from his chest as Inumaki raises the Panda stick once more. This time Maki knocks it from his hand, Inumaki glaring at her and huffing out, “Bonito flakes.” 

Once he’s sure the next step won’t realign the world, Yuta begins his trek across the mere feet between him and the others. His breath snags dangerously, the sensation nipping at his sinuses. A hand flies to his face, catching his nose and tightening against the onslaught. 

Catching Inumaki’s eyes, Yuta feels his hand snap back to his side. A single sniffle is all he allows himself before taking in a rush of air and painting his usual timid smile across his cheeks. Inumaki stares for a second longer, but ultimately shakes it off, raising an arm to gesture him closer. 

“What are they arguing about this time?” Yuta asks, aiming the question towards Gojo as Maki takes another swing at Panda’s legs. He’d heard it all quite clearly from the chair, but each vibration from his throat seems to bring new levels of itch to his breath. Best to give Gojo a chance to start rambling. 

For a moment Yuta’s convinced he’s been caught. Normally that kind of question would get Gojo bouncing as he gives a play by play. Today, instead, he simply shrugs, tilting his head just enough to let a single brilliant blue peek from behind his glasses. 

Yuta meets the look with a smile, letting his eyes flutter shut to sell the lie, ignoring the watering that begins as soon as his lashes touch down. It seems to work, however, Gojo yelling something nonsensical at Maki, strutting over with a raised hand. 

The itch chooses this moment to begin another resurgence, scratching through his restraint with a hungry determination. Yuta risks a glance at Inumaki, who appears preoccupied with fixing his popsicle stick Panda. Gojo is still shouting, Maki echoing the noises as she chases Panda around. 

“hHehh!” The hitch breaks through his control, unnoticed by the group. Deciding this is the ideal time to smother one without being caught, Yuta twists himself away from the group, raising an arm to his face. With the other he clutches his shoulder, bracing himself against the fierce tickle. 

“Hey Yuta, we want you to break a tie.” 

Panic grips Yuta’s chest as the field suddenly falls silent, each hitch spouting from his lips seeming to shatter against the peaceful quiet. He attempts to pry open his eyes, to no avail. After permission was given, the sneeze was far too strong to hold off anymore. 

“hH’ihhTZZdj’ehhh-!” 

All eyes turn to him, a shimmering ocean beginning to well in his own. Before he can utter a word, his breath catches in his throat. “ihHKzzTSChhiyeww-!” This time he only manages to raise a single hand, bending over with the force of the pitchy whine that bursts forth.

As the earth begins to tilt again, Yuta drops to his knees, only steading himself as a hand grips his shoulder. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, Yuta leans his head against it. After a minute the buzzing fades from his ears, and he slowly rejoins the world. 

He expects to see a few faces of disgust, maybe some anger. To his surprise, no one seems to be looking his way at all. Maki’s yelling something at Gojo, attempting to whack him with her staff. His infinity blocks it easily, though he looks distraught anyways. 

“-are you aiming that at me?! I didn’t do anything!” 

“You-” Maki pauses to swipe Panda off his feet behind her, returning her glare to Gojo as the sound of fur hitting grass sounds off. “You ‘didn’t do anything’? You got him sick!”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms with an indignant look. “You and Inumaki were sick just a few days ago, how do you know you didn’t get him sick?” The smirk he’s wearing suggests he’s proud of this little deduction, but Maki simply growls in response. 

There’s a break from the conversation as Yuta ducks towards the ground again, raising his arm to catch a fatigued “hH’KNchhZZSHyeww-!”, so few sneezes already sucking all the energy from his body.

Inumaki’s hand tightens on his shoulder, Yuta humming a soft “Thanks.” 

“Maybe we did, remind me for a minute though,” Maki says with a sigh aimed towards the duo, swinging her weapon towards Gojo again. “Who got us sick?”

The sheepish look scrawled across Gojo’s face says it all, and Maki lets up on her assault, instead learning against her pole. “I already had to deal with Inumaki’s symptoms.” 

A vaguely offended, “Salmon roe.” sounds from where Inumaki’s crouched, Maki shooting him a soft look. 

“Sorry- Look, okay, I just don’t want to deal with-” 

“hH’TzzzcSHHyieew-!” Yuta interrupts, groaning faintly as the force of it sends his head careening into his arm far harsher than he’d expected. 

“With that,” Maki finishes, gesturing to Yuta’s trembling form. 

As Yuta gears up for another outburst, Inumaki lightly rubs his arm, humming something unintelligible under his breath. “hH’TIezzsshh’kiew-!” 

Once he’s sure this one didn’t readjust the world too much, Inumaki raises his gaze from Yuta to shoot a glare at Maki. She raises her hands in mock surrender, grumbling under her breath. It quickly fades as Yuta dissolves into a fit of coughing that leaves him gasping for air, Inumaki dropping back to his side. 

“Okay, okay, sorry…” Maki sighs, Yuta managing to catch a glimpse of concern in her eyes as his cough fades enough for a full breath. Maki continues with a softer tone, “I didn’t mean that. I just…” 

Yuta gives her a weary smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know. It’s… it…” His eyes drift over her shoulder, vision starting to swim. He manages a breath, dancing the edge of control as the tickle retreats. 

“Sorry, thought I was…” Yuta hums, breathless as he attempts to continue the sentence, quickly dissolving into stammering, voice stolen by the pinprick itch spreading through his nose. “Wait, no I am… I’m… I’m uh… hH’yieTZZzshhYEWW-!” 

This time Yuta feels himself tipping forward, the world around him softening at the edges. The grounding touch against his shoulder begins to slip away, a dark sensation touching the corners of his thoughts. Just before he loses consciousness, a sharp pain cuts through the darkness, pulling him back to the light. 

Inumaki’s still gripping his shoulder, but the ache radiates from his face. Managing to get a grasp of his surroundings, Yuta finds Maki kneeling in front of him. Her hand is hovering in the air, as if she was unsure where to leave it. 

“Did… you slap me..?” Yuta manages, voice wavering with a mixture of relief and fatigue.

“Did you just nearly faint?” Comes the retort, Maki’s own voice not as solid as it would normally be. There’s a quiver to it that wasn’t there a minute ago, her eyes burning into his skull with an intensity not unlike her.

Still, there was something different to this gaze. Something distinctly afraid. Blushing under his gaze, she huffs. “You should be thanking me."

Opening his mouth, Yuta attempts to oblige, instead only managing a whimper as his lungs begin to spasm again. 

Maki watches for a minute, glare still pointed at him, before finally she lets up. “Oh just forget it, okay? Just… just try to breathe. You’re alright.” Her tone is soft, a single finger gently brushing some hair away from his eyes. “I think you have a fever, have you taken anything?” 

The silence is an answer, just as true as any sounds would be. At this admission, Maki turns to Panda with a pointed look. Panda gives a thumbs up, running off towards the school to grab some supplies Shoko still keeps there. Attention back on Yuta’s fragile state, Inumaki gently tucks an arm around his back, raising him to a standing position. 

They stand for a minute, Maki securing herself on the other side before beginning the walk back to the school. Yuta holds his breath, a strangled sob dying in his throat as tears begin to pour. At this, Inumaki begins humming again, something quiet and soft. Maki copies the tune, rolling her eyes with a barely contained smile. 

“Where was this softness when I was sick?” Gojo calls, the trio whipping around, nearly toppling Yuta in the process. Both supporters cast glares Gojo’s way, Yuta too busy righting the world in his head to copy their motions. 

“When you were sick you were clinging to our legs and rubbing your germs on everything.” 

Gojo pouts, attempting to sniffle, and instead simply inhaling. “I was sick! None of you did anything for me, I just needed som-” He’s quickly cut off by Maki tossing a dagger at his chest, infinity stopping it easily. Still, he gasps in mock hurt, chuckling as this earns him another (attempted) blow to the gut. 

Yuta soon forgotten, Maki lunges back towards him, daring him to drop infinity and fight her head on. The rest of the battle fades into the background as Inumaki positions himself on the ground, pulling Yuta down beside him. 

A yawn sneaks out from Yuta’s jaw, his eyes beginning to pool again. The same breath turns into a hitch, Yuta muffling a “hieH’tzZZchhyEW-!” into Inumaki’s chest. 

Inumaki hums gently into his ear in lieu of a blessing. Then, draping his arm around Yuta’s shoulder, Inumaki pulls him close, running his fingers through Yuta’s messy hair. 

By the time Panda gets back with the medication, Yuta and Inumaki are asleep, dozing to the soft sounds of Maki and Gojo’s sparring. 

Even through the tangled mess of limbs, Inumaki’s arm remains protectively draped across Yuta’s back.

[mrs-hatake]

where the wind blows

pairing: law x afab!reader

word count: 429

warning: film red spoilers!

“Where are we?!” Luffy asks aloud after he and Bartolomeo had suddenly teleported from the stage just as Uta’s fans were about to attack him after they had captured his crew.

“Oi, keep it down!” A man’s voice from the shadows hisses and Luffy squints his eyes to make out the people who are walking towards him. Bartolomeo ready to fight.

“Seriously, Luffy. After all these years you’d think your stealth game would improve but it’s just as bad.” This time, a woman’s voice, teasing and melodic, reaches his ears.

“Oh, Trafalgar! And Y/N too!” Bartolomeo’s fists unclench and his arms rest against his side as the couple emerge from the shadows.

Y/N is wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, similar in shade to Trafalgar’s unbuttoned yellow jacket. Her long locks are styled in intricate curls that cascade down her shoulders, resting just a few shy inches above her waist line. Her hand is held securely in her boyfriend’s tattooed hand. 

“Don’t forget me!” Bepo cries, offended, as he finally steps into the sunlight and the green haired fanboy tries, and epically fails, to not laugh at the bear who is dressed in Uta merch.

“Oi, Tura-guy! Why did you do that? I have to save Uta!” Luffy glares at him but there isn’t actual heat in his eyes. 

“Shhhh!” Trafalgar shushes as Y/N quickly hisses, “Do you want them to find us?”

But it’s too late as Uta comes flying above them on her magical keyboard with fiery rage burning in her eyes. 

Fighting Uta is intense. Y/N and the rest did not think that some fresh faced singer would be extremely powerful. And their situation appears to be more dire after learning from Captain Koby that they are actually in Uta’s made up world than their real world. 

And when Uta obtains the Tot Musica demon, Y/N, for the briefest moment, is convinced that none of them is going to make it out alive. 

But they’ve all faced worse and so defeating the demon is not impossible.

When everyone starts waking up and their souls return to their bodies, Y/N’s eyes flutter open and relief washes over her like refreshing cold water when she realizes that Trafalgar is holding onto her so tightly in his sleep.

She turns in his arms and peppers kisses across his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose and then pecks his lips twice.

“Okay, okay. I’m up!” And Y/N can’t help but chuckle as she knows that her boyfriend isn’t actually upset at being kissed in public.

[ssj2hindudude]

what are the potaotes (1st and 2nd Gen) secret pleasure? U know something they enjoy doing that they can’t really admit to even their closest friend because it kinda embarrassing.

1st and 2nd Gens Secret Pleasures:

Aru: Home Depot tours (not exactly a secret, but more of a guilty pleasure) Maybe the secret is she'll hide after closing time so she can camp out in the store...Yeah, Aiden wasn't happy getting that phone call from jail when she was caught...

Mini: Skin care routine. She wanted a better way to keep her skin clean and Rudy taught her a bunch of spa tricks. But she hates being seen looking like a reject swamp thing, so she threatens him to secrecy.

Brynne: She likes baking desserts in the shape of cutesy characters (ex. Hello Kitty cupcakes), but knowing it would wreck her rep, she smashes them whenever someone walks by, pointing out some kind of flaw, and apologizes to it afterwards.

Nikita: Knitting...not much to say here besides that she'll knit your organs together if you find out and start laughing...

Sheela: She's kind of an open book, but she also is secretly into heavy metal. One moment she'll be playing classical or jazz and the second she's along, she and her tea partying stuffies will be vibing to KISS.

Kara: She reads BL Manga (not the 18+ ones of course, but it's still pretty embarrassing). Let's just say she needed a way to rebel against the Sleeper without him finding out.

Aiden: You know how Aru dances whenever he smoulders? Yeah, apparently he also likes to practice singing to her picture...Mohini knows and is just glad that's all he's doing...

Rudy: The future king of Naga-loka, as though he doesn't do enough to embarrass himself, still rewatches Doraemon. I'm not talking the new cleaner version either, I mean the older one that wouldn't be able to get near today's censors. It's not too bad, but Rudy still cringes at the idea of getting caught singing Doraemon no Uta

Hira: She's already easily embarrassed but she definitely draws the line at telling people about her Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards. She's got all of the rare ones and will definitely smoke you in a battle, but she can't because she's to embarrassed by it...

Abha: She actually likes to paint...but sucks at it...like a lot...to the point where she is more likely to burn what she paints before anyone can see it. But that doesn't stop her from doing it again and again. #ArtistStruggles

Priya: Did you know she listens to Bright Eyes and other soft Nightcore when she's upset? That's right, no you don't! Because if you do, she will find you, and she will murder you in the worst way possible!

Suru: Kinda early for him to be embarrassed by things, but I guess his worst thing is that he still has his old baby blanket. But he doesn't cuddle it, he actually nibbles on the corners for comfort. Yeah, if he wants to keep it up without being sent to more therapy, he's gonna be hiding it for a while...

Ghata: She actually likes to experiment with press on tattoos! One time she got two huge dragons just snaking down her arms. Of course, that was the day she randomly wore a long sleeve in July, so yeah she had to rush into the shower when her moms started getting suspicious.

Valerie: Sweets testing (as we know from before)

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 12.25 (after 1900)

1914 – A series of unofficial truces occur across the Western Front to celebrate Christmas. 1915 – The National Protection War breaks out against the Empire of China, as military leaders Cai E and Tang Jiyao proclaim the independence of Yunnan and begin a campaign to restore the Republic. 1927 – B. R. Ambedkar and his followers burn copies of the Manusmriti in Mahad, Maharashtra, to protest its treatment of Dalit people. 1932 – A magnitude 7.6 earthquake in Gansu, China kills 275 people. 1941 – Admiral Chester W. Nimitz, appointed commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet on December 17, arrives at Pearl Harbor. 1941 – World War II: Battle of Hong Kong ends, beginning the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong. 1941 – Admiral Émile Muselier seizes the archipelago of Saint Pierre and Miquelon, which become the first part of France to be liberated by the Free French Forces.[citation needed] 1946 – The first European self-sustaining nuclear chain reaction is initiated within the Soviet Union's F-1 nuclear reactor. 1950 – The Stone of Scone, traditional coronation stone of British monarchs, is taken from Westminster Abbey by Scottish nationalist students. It later turns up in Scotland on April 11, 1951. 1951 – A bomb explodes at the home of Harry T. Moore and Harriette V. S. Moore, early leaders of the Civil Rights Movement, killing Harry instantly and fatally wounding Harriette. 1962 – The Soviet Union conducts its final above-ground nuclear weapon test, in anticipation of the 1963 Partial Nuclear Test Ban Treaty. 1963 – Turkish Cypriot Bayrak Radio begins transmitting in Cyprus after Turkish Cypriots are forcibly excluded from Cyprus Broadcasting Corporation. 1968 – Apollo program: Apollo 8 performs the first successful Trans-Earth injection (TEI) maneuver, sending the crew and spacecraft on a trajectory back to Earth from Lunar orbit. 1968 – Kilvenmani massacre: Forty-four Dalits (untouchables) are burnt to death in Kizhavenmani village, Tamil Nadu, a retaliation for a campaign for higher wages by Dalit laborers. 1976 – EgyptAir Flight 664, a Boeing 707-366C, crashes on approach to Don Mueang International Airport, killing 71 people. 1977 – Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin meets in Egypt with its president Anwar Sadat. 1986 – Iraqi Airways Flight 163, a Boeing 737-270C, is hijacked and crashes in Arar, Saudi Arabia, killing 63 people. 1989 – Romanian Revolution: Deposed President of Romania Nicolae Ceaușescu and his wife, Elena, are condemned to death and executed after a summary trial. 1991 – Mikhail Gorbachev resigns as President of the Soviet Union (the union itself is dissolved the next day). Ukraine's referendum is finalized and Ukraine officially leaves the Soviet Union. 1999 – Cubana de Aviación Flight 310, a Yakovlev Yak-42, crashes near Bejuma, Carabobo State, Venezuela, killing 22 people. 2003 – UTA Flight 141, a Boeing 727-223, crashes at the Cotonou Airport in Benin, killing 141 people. 2003 – The ill-fated Beagle 2 probe, released from the Mars Express spacecraft on December 19, stops transmitting shortly before its scheduled landing. 2004 – The Cassini orbiter releases Huygens probe which successfully landed on Saturn's moon Titan on January 14, 2005. 2012 – An Antonov An-72 plane crashes close to the city of Shymkent, killing 27 people. 2012 – Air Bagan Flight 011, a Fokker 100, crashes on approach to Heho Airport in Heho, Myanmar, killing two people. 2016 – A Russian Defence Ministry Tupolev Tu-154 carrying members of the Alexandrov Ensemble crashes into the Black Sea shortly after takeoff, killing all 92 people on board. 2019 – Twenty people are killed and thousands are left homeless by Typhoon Phanfone in the Philippines. 2020 – An explosion in Nashville, Tennessee occurs, leaving three civilians in the hospital. 2021 – The James Webb Space Telescope is launched.

[legend-of-zelda-voices]

"POKER FACE for all" from Hayate no Gotoku!

LoZ: Princess Zelda (ALBW), Fi

LU: Legend's Zelda (Fable), Fi

This song is for the character Chiharu Harukaze.

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Translated English Lyrics:

Alone in my room, turning the pages

slip into a world that is not here

forgetting the freshly brewed tea

I start to turn around, a spinning fantasy

I wish I could protect you.

I was about to break ..... Your smile...

Your smile was too bright.

How many POKER FACE

It's not a secret.

I just want to stay quiet and watch it all happen.

If you want, you can have eternity

The times that come and go, they're calling you

I smile at the thought of it

On a clear afternoon

If you keep reading, the time will go by quickly

The plot is based on a strong sympathy

The wrong choices...

I like your troubled face.

It's your pride.

How many BEAUTY FACE

We don't show any flaws.

I'll just repeat the most important moments and mark them down.

The last one will probably be sad.

A dream to stand up against even when we're troubled and confused

I found tears that won't give in

Stardust night

How many POKER FACE

If it's true, it's probably already there.

Juvenile, it's already out there. You just have to believe.

How many SMILIN' FACE

I don't want secrets.

I just want to stay quiet and see it all through.

If you wish, there will surely be eternity

The times that come and go, they're calling to you

I close the page and look up

The sky is burning in the morning

(Kanji from the website uta-net translated with DeepL Translator; there are likely some errors. Please tell me if you have a better translation.)

[maaarshieee]

Hello. First of all I think your writing is amazing and it always makes my day better and i would really appreciate it if you wrote more about yoriichi. Anything you want is good. ♡

➢ Yᴏʀɪɪᴄʜɪ Tsᴜɢɪᴋᴜɴɪ

➢ 932 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

➵ Hɪs Lᴏᴠᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ ☀ (Dʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ) Michikatsu ver.

◤ »•» 🌸 «•« ◥ 

Yoriichi’s love and the way he loves you can be described in many different ways.

It’s no easy feat, for sure, to love a broken man like him. Patience is something you’ve never really had, but to love Yoriichi, you had to learn. To learn how to be patient, learn how to unravel his secrets buried deep within his heart, learn how to make him feel emotions that were long forgotten, and to learn, for yourself, what love truly feels like with Yoriichi.

—His love feels like a flowing, quiet stream. Oh so elegantly shimmering under the sun, the soothing sounds of water hitting stone after stone, and the strong, yet benign pressure of rushing water against your skin.

Yoriichi glows under the sun, and you can't stress this enough. It's like the sun, or the sun goddess herself, Amaterasu, favoured the young man. You've never been a sworn believer of religion, but seeing him standing where you can perfectly get a view of the sun setting and himself, made you wonder whether to start believing or not.

You've always been enraptured by the way the rays of the afternoon sun accentuated his dark maroon hair, all the way to the wavy, red tips; or how the light kissed Yoriichi's skin wherever it can reach; or how the way his smiles shine, shine brighter than the sun could never compete.

His silence was soothing. Relaxing. Comforting. His silence held emotions. Emotions that he couldn't express himself with, but you learnt how to read him. How to read his silence, how to feel his silence, and how to experience peace, and eventually, love, in silence. No words needed to be spoken between you, just silence that you've learnt to share. Silence, where instead both of you can drink in each other's presence.

His love for you can be compared to the never-ending drift of water. Like a stream, it continues its flow. There are times when his love overflows, the flux of water rushing down the stream with such vehemence. Passionate and intense. And there are times when his love is calm and steady. Comforting and soothing.

—His love was engulfed by a forest fire. It burned, turning the healthy trees into ashes, killing the beautiful flowers that flourished, and chasing off the animals that inhabited the once glorious forest.

It burned when his mother died. It burned when Uta died, along with his unborn child. It burned when his brother fled and turned into a demon. His love, thrashed and burnt, left remnants, ashes, of what was once held in his heart. His love.

Yoriichi tried to control the fire, and he succeeded, yet he was too late to save himself. His heart, his soul, it looked so barren. Devoid of colour, devoid of emotion. The lands were covered with ashes, unable to let anything grow in its polluted soil.

But you... You nurtured him. His barren lands were filled with filth and ashes. You cleansed it, you made sure the land was spotless. Not a single speck of ash, uncovering the good soil beneath it. And with that, the forest began to grow once more— albeit slowly. You'd always say is worth the wait, worth the patience, worth the effort. He's worth it, is what you're trying to say.

The forest healed. Trees were healthier than before and fruits that tasted so divine began to sprout here and there, spreading vibrancy of colours in the forest. Flowers bloomed everywhere, adorning every corner, every twist and turn, the aroma of all the flowers wafting into the air. It was beautiful. Stunning. It looked like a land of fantasy.

Because you took the time to care for it, for him. You spent days nursing the barren lands, his heart, his soul, back to its healthy state. To a state where he could breathe lighter, a state where he could feel.

A state where he could feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders a little.

All because you cared for him, loved him, and nourished him.

What was once engulfed in flames, left nothing but ashes, now healed back into something spectacular. Did you like that? I had got this idea when I remembered how forest fires can be beneficial if it's controlled.

And finally;

—His love feels like the sun, of course.

The warmth he radiates is something you're used to. The warmth he gives when pulls you in a tight, loving hug. The warmth he gives with each kiss he plants all over your body. The warmth he gives by simply being with you, and the warmth his love gives.

It's something you've grown accustomed to. It's the same warmth that gave you a sense of security, comfort, love, reassurance and peace. He's the sun by your side, the first thing and last thing you see every day, like the sunrises and sunsets.

His warmth spread all over his body. Lips, hands, neck, and arms. It's soothing, an indicator that he's here. By your side, alive and breathing. Happy. Happy with you. Happy to be with you. Each touch reminds you of his love, all from his warmth.

Yoriichi was the light that lit up your life. You bask in his light, love, and warmth. You bask in his kindness, silence, patience and devotion. You start and end your days with him. He's your sun that rises, your sun that sets.

The hearth of your home. The burning fire of your torch. The warmth in your heart.

The sun, ever so loyal to you, his world.

◣ »•» 🌸 «•« ◢

✦ You know what anon? My headache is killing me, and my requests are closed rn, I’m like 70% sure this isn’t a request but I just had a spark of energy (despite my headache) so I’mma write something short-ish and easy~ But this doesn’t mean complimenting me and shit would make me wanna do your request first or something! (This isn’t directed to you, anon.) Anyways, thank you so much anon~ I’m really happy to hear that! I think my writing are just silly little things, I never expected a lot of people would like them ahah,, thank you for reading my stuff~! I hope you don’t mind something short, anon!

Tags: @l0k1luvr (Mutuals! If there are any characters you like to read stuff of, you can ask me to tag you, like how im tagging my bestie, who’s a Yoriichi simp.)

[theotakulifechoseme]

Can we get a fluff/slight NSFW scenario of the main trio (aged up) with their s/o where they are really injured and got really hurt in their last mission physically and emotionally. So s/o comforts them and makes them feel better then yea a little bit of light NSFW but the s/o is really gentle with them because ouch injuries. And in the end they're all just uwu and cuddle lullabies them to sleep. Cuz I definitely need me some Zenitzu/Tanjiro/Inosuke content. They are my boys 💖

WHY DIDN’T TUMBLR EVER TELL ME THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX??? I sad now... Sorry anon! Also, this will be posted in parts because I got sorta crazy with Tanjiro and made his over 1k words lol.

CW// Some minor angst, Reader comparing Tanjiro to a newborn (I just feel like Tanjiro would have a fascination with breasts, okay?}, female reader, female pronouns used, established relationships. Also, English lyrics for Kamado Tanjiro no Uta were used as the lullaby.

-Mama Nidiot

Tanjiro:

Tanjiro really should stop getting hurt on missions. It was just unfair to his beloved [Name] when he continuously comes back to the Butterfly Estate roughed up to some extent. And this last mission did not help matters with the demon being a freshly turned child that already devoured their family but kept looking for their beloved older sibling. It ripped at Tanjiro’s soul hearing the child cry out for their sibling after he sliced off their head, and made his newest wound burn with each stretch of his side.

It hurt even worse as [Name] dabbed an iodine-soaked cotton ball along the edges of the still weeping wound. “Tanjiro-kun,” she began, forcing a pleasant smile across her face which made the young man sweat nervously. “Will there ever be a time where you simply visit me without being injured as well?!”

“W-Well, you see [Name]-chan, this mission happened to be a bit different than the average ones I’m sent on...” he stuttered, face going white from the pain as he pressed himself against the headboard. His eyes glazed over as he looked off to the side, picturing Nezuko in the place of the demon child, as he began telling her of his mission.

[Name] listened silently, finishing placing a fresh bandage over the wound on his side. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she took in Tanjiro’s dazed appearance, and could see how much this mission hurt him and how lost he was getting in his own mind. Nodding to herself, [Name] cleaned up the mess she made before removing her top and breast bindings.

“Tanjiro,” she called out softly, crawling onto his lap and gently grasping his head so she could cradle him against her bosom. Her fingers carded themselves through his wavy burgundy hair, her short nails scraping against his scalp. “Tanjiro, sweetie, it’s okay. You did the right thing.”

The young man gasped, sucking in as much air as he possibly could as tears welled up in his eyes. “[Name]-chan?” he muttered, his voice muffled against her soft skin.

“There, there, Tanjiro... You’re safe, and so is Nezuko.” [Name] reassured the young man, humming softly as he cried into her cleavage, one of his hands wrapping tightly around her hips while the other shakingly came up to caress the side of her right breast. “Ah~” she gasped, hips jerking against his as the pad of his rough thumb swept over the tight nub that was her nipple.

Even with his face wet with tears, [Name] did not pull away from Tanjiro. Instead, she simply brought him even closer to her, making Tanjiro groan as he opened his mouth to leave wet kisses over her neglected breast, his teeth leaving faint marks over her smooth flesh as he finally drew her nipple into his mouth and began suckling.

[Name] hummed happily as she used her thumbs to wipe away his tears that had begun to dry. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much, Tanjiro. Eventually, you’ll be able to turn a demon back into a human and save all those that suffer, so just keep doing your best.” [Name] hugged him closer to her as she placed a kiss on the crown of his head.

Tanjiro returned the gesture and pulled her closer, his tongue pressed flat against the nipple in his mouth, and dragged it upwards before using the tip to flick the hard nub. It almost felt like he was trying to devour her breast with how it pressed against his mouth. He pulled back some, his face flushed as a string of his saliva kept his moist lips connected to her flushed chest. Panting heavily, the burgundy-haired male moved his attention to the other breast that his free hand had been toying with, the rough skin a welcome contrast to the soft and supple flesh of [Name]’s breast.

[Name]’s heart thudded loudly within her ribs as she placed another soft kiss on her lover’s hard forehead. “You’re like a newborn with how much you enjoy suckling on my breasts, Tanjiro~” she teased, making him flush more as she directed him to her other teat, the feeling of his Hanafuda earrings brushing against her ribs causing gooseflesh to erupt over her torso. Pressing her chest against his moist lips, [Name] encouraged him to take her breast into his mouth once more as she slowly began rocking her hips against his.

“[Name]-chan!” Tanjiro whined, his nose scrunching as he picked up her scent of amusement and arousal. His breath was hot against her skin as he buried his face against her, trying as hard as he could to ingrain her scent into his memory. “[Name]-chan,” he sighed, his head feeling fuzzy as she dragged her nails across his scalp. Tanjiro kissed and licked around the hard bud, wanting to bring more of her scent to the surface as he paused every few seconds to inhale deeply through his nose. Even under her amusement and both of their arousals, Tanjiro could pick up the smell he had been looking for. It reminded him of happier days back home, when his father was still around and just after his mother conceived his youngest brother.

Tanjiro could smell the love and care [Name] had for him as she once more encouraged him to take her stiff nipple into his mouth to suckle. It was a scent that was similar to his mother’s when she doted on his father. The realization struck a cord in Tanjiro’s heart as he brought his lover as close as possible to his heated skin. Hands rough from harsh training to use a katana and master Water Breathing kneaded at her hips, his own rocking up into hers as he closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of her skin on the tip of his tongue.

[Name] giggled, running her left hand through his soft waves while the other cradled the nape of his neck. “Close your eyes,/And remember that passing voice./I can’t return,/I can’t go back./There is only deep darkness.” She began softly, closing her own eyes and she focused solely on the man in her arms and the way he clung to her like she was his lifeline. “I can’t return, I can’t go back./There is only deep darkness./You hear a gentle sound and it makes you cry/No matter how frustrating it is,/Move forward (move forward)/Keep going (keep going)/Cut off that despair.” [Name] sung, hoping that even just for a moment that her darling Tanjiro could forget the darkness that lurks around them and have a moment of serenity. A moment to think of happier times without the scent of blood tainting it. A moment to picture a bright future where Nezuko is human once more and the Kamado family large and full of life once more without a worry about demons.

[demonslayedher]

Blue Spider Lilies in the Kamado Ancestral Home: A Theory

This theory starts with some of the late Taisho Secrets, in which Gotouge tells us that when Sumiyoshi and Suyako are newlyweds, they find an abandoned house to move into. That house had been lived in before, by Yoriichi and Uta. 

The inciting incident for abandonment was a demon that killed Uta and her unborn child. Demon Attack on Mt. Kumotori #1. 

Sumiyoshi and Suyako are also later attacked by a demon, and rescued by Yoriichi, who happened to be swinging back through the area. Demon Attack on Mt. Kumotori #2.  We know that Yoriichi made several trips back here, and even fetched the midwife to aid Suyako through Sumire’s birth. With him there, I can’t imagine the demons would have dared to show up. But, within that short span of time, in some location we cannot guess, Yoriichi had a fateful run-in with Muzan, and made one last trip to Mt. Kumotori to say farewell to Sumiyoshi and family, and he performed Sun Breathing in front of them, which would later be passed down with great detail as Hinokami Kagura, a way to keep it hidden and safe by humble charcoal makers. 

The only things that would have given them away were the earrings, an inclination to have red-tinged hair and eyes, and perhaps the odd occurrences of red flame marks on their foreheads (which could be hidden by purposeful burning, but that is a theory I’ll save for fanfics). That, and the family location on Mt. Kumotori, long since tied with Yoriichi. 

Enter Demon Attack on Mt. Kumotori #3.  There’s a lot of speculation about why Muzan would have bothered to go out to Mt. Kumotori centuries later, when he has Twelve Moon demons he could just as easily send out in his stead. It’s possible he was always on high alert for a Sun Breath user to come back and he had some suspicion about the Kamado family’s ties, but he seemed shocked enough about Tanjiro’s earrings when he saw him in Asakusa that this may not have been his primary objective.  It’s just as possible that he didn’t even consider a connection with the well-hidden Hinokami Kagura, but he identified the Kamado family for their ties to the sun and to fire. In Nezuko’s flashback, he seemed very purposeful in making a demon out of her, and disappointed that she would not prove to be a demon that masters the sun, which consumed more of his thoughts than that abhorrent Sun Breather ever did. It’s generally implied in canon that Nezuko and Tanjiro both mastered the sun due to their family background, which was so strong that it even affected Tanjiro’s features, so Muzan must had been acting on a good hunch and wasn’t going to leave this task to his underlings. Nonetheless, he seemed to completely forget about Nezuko since he assumed she died and she shortly after cut off her connection to him. Striking down the Kamado family was likely one in a long chain of failed attempts to create the demon he had in mind.   But, is that still enough to have merited him going on his own? If not a demon that could master the sun, then what else was it that was going to cure his weakness? 

Blue spider lilies, which he had tasked Upper Moon demons like Akaza with searching for, and which he devoted his own energies to researching while parading in the form of a human. 

Spider lilies, which although they did not make it into the anime version, appeared in Tanjiro’s memories as his life was flashing before his eyes in the fight against Rui. 

While this was only in black and white so we can’t say for sure what color they were, their appearance at all suggests they were important, and that Gotouge might had originally planned to do more with this.  Is this perhaps why demons targeted Mt. Kumotori at least twice in Yoriichi’s time? Is this perhaps why Muzan thought it’d be worth going to the mountain himself (though doing so in winter as opposed to autumn was silly)? 

If Mt. Kumotori, where Yoriichi wanted to have his own family life, was the actual spot where blue spider lilies could be found, that opens us up for a lot of interpretation on the flowers’ ties with the sun and mastery of it, and how the spot attracted the original Sun Breath user. Or, you might argue that they grew there because of Yoriichi’s and the Kamado family’s ties with the sun.

But, the only thing my brain choses to really dive into is this other theory: 

[bored-storyteller]

Re-Published

Anon: Hello! Um... I don't know if you write for Tokyo ghoul, but if you do, I might have a one-shot human reader x uta, where he kills someone to defend them so they find out he's a ghoul? Maybe even if they're scared they understand that they can trust, and they hug him or at least touch him though he's all covered in blood or something... I don't mind if you do it a little macabre.

If this is not possible or does it seem too ooc to you, please ignore this. Thank you

~

I finally finished one of the one-shots! I'm taking a long time with them, sorry.

And thanks Anon for asking about Tokyo Ghoul and especially Uta!

WARNING: VIOLENCE AND BLOOD

32 - Tokyo Ghoul - Uta x human! Reader

"Keep death away"

You could have known it long before, of course you could. Yet you were too stupid to understand, weren't you? Or just, you pretended not to understand. You didn't want to understand, it was easier.

It was a thousand times better to keep hunting in the meanders of your mind the doubt that occasionally arose when he never took off those damned sunglasses in your presence.

"Maybe he has some kind of disease, it would be inappropriate to ask, right?"

You always repeated it in your head as you watched him talk leaning against the counter in his study. In short, not that he didn't have his oddities, one more or one less what suspicions could arise?

Yes, indeed. Why were you so surprised that Uta was a ghoul? It was just one of many oddities about him.

You always knew it, but now you have been forced to face it.

You had to face that the security he gave you from that occasional first meeting was just a lie created by your mind. After all, who could ever find such a person reassuring?

God, the smell of blood was so nauseating, so terrifying, you had never felt it so strong before, nor had you ever seen so much blood. Could a human body really contain it?

Your hand went to your neck, where a slight red trickle burned in a thin scarlet crack that opened above your collarbone. The knife that gave it to you was lying helpless a few steps away from you, you could still distinguish it from the slight sparkle that emanated under the crimson cover that dipped the asphalt.

Now it seemed such a trivial weapon, so ridiculous.

You almost wondered how you got hurt by something so insignificant, to still have a sore wrist from the grip of a miserable human being. In front of the spectacle before you, the previous danger seemed only a bad joke.

But that joke was now literally being devoured. Eaten like you would have eaten a donut for breakfast.

The man who attacked you was literally being eaten. Not just killed, not just torn apart, eaten.

His flesh was ripped off, chewed under voracious teeth, and ran down a still too dry throat. His blood was licked, drunk, his bones shattered, pulled out like his organs, as if he were a fish to be cleaned.

Was it the liver he was now biting?

Did you have a chance to escape? To survive?

You remembered feeling a wave of relief when you saw a familiar figure in sight in your tears, however ...

You wanted to scream, but it would have been worse. You wanted to escape, but who could have escaped from such a creature?

He seemed to have forgotten you, bent over his meal as he was. Bloody predator, hungry, too absorbed in his hunger, in his desire for hideous food.

Yeah, he was hungry. Sure. Hunger, he was hungry. That's why Uta had dismissed you so quickly that evening.

And you were almost worried as you heard him close the doors of his shop behind your back as you left. You thought you did something bad, thank god.

Wait, what? Thank god?

No, no. You couldn't feel relieved. In short, you'd be dead soon, you should find your panic again, the one that blocked you until a moment ago.

He, that boy, would have killed you. He was hungry, he would eat you… right?

Your gaze was now fixed on the demon's pupils. The red irises surrounded by the black sea had slowly turned to you, as if he had heard your question.

Even his back, which until then had been bent in an animalistic position, was slowly straightening up again.

He had nothing left in his jaws, neither flesh nor bones. He was just… red. Splashes of living sap tinged his ageless face up above his nose, his tattoos almost disappeared under the blood of others.

And the silence spoke, it screamed deafeningly among you.

You asking him how much harm he would do you, and him asking you when you would condemn him, destroying the life he had built.

You did not have the courage to move a muscle, you remained there, curled up on the ground, with your hands clasped around your neck almost in the hope that he would not perceive your wound, your being alive. Your clothes also wet with blood and yellowish liquids whose origin you did not want to know.

For a moment, you thought you were going to stay there forever. He staring at you without expression from above, and you, ready to become food for beasts.

Your gaze dropped slightly, focusing on the background behind his legs. It was red there too, dark red. Red that stretched along the road in horrible wakes and crimson splashes.

There was no longer any sign of the human being who had attacked you, or rather, the signs were very little human.

You wondered if you felt sorry for him. Frankly, you didn't know what to think. It was awful, but at the same time how could you have saved yourself from what he was about to do to you?

"Have you been watching the whole time?"

Uta's voice suddenly roused you. God, you forgot that there was that voice of him; so quiet, so peaceful with you.

He knew it too, seeing him eat like that, it had to be traumatic. He didn't want you to see him, he hoped you'd never even have to imagine it. And yet you were there, and this was him. He couldn't change it anymore.

You watched him as a child watches his teacher as he searches for the right answer to a question he couldn't answer. What was the answer? Which would have made you survive if there was a chance?

"I ... I won't tell anyone ..."

What idiocy. Why would he have believed you? But what other choice did you have but that? You would have buried everything, just to survive. You would have buried everything because, it would have been easier. It would have been as it had been until then, you ... you could have done it.

"I won't tell anyone, Uta."

His gaze seemed to relax, but you couldn't be sure. Even though you could see him full face he seemed so good at keeping control over himself.

Was he believing you? Did he trust you enough? Why didn't he speak? You needed to know.

"If you talk, you know ..."

He didn't say anything else. His voice in the midst of delirium was almost reassuring, while he held back the scariest words and simply brought his palm to rest lazily on his abdomen, now full after who knows how long.

A warning that meant a thousand things, a thousand threats but he had the delicacy not to let you hear.

"Did you get into trouble at the right time ... your wound?"

Your lips parted, but all you did was gasp for a moment, not knowing what to say. Your head was spinning, you were dizzy and everything about you was shaking. You couldn't have stood on your legs.

"…Wound…?"

You repeated his words, as if you were unable to think for yourself. You realized it. Well, it meant that at least you were still aware of yourself.

He seemed to accept your status peacefully, and simply gestured with a light gesture of his tattooed hand to his neck, which was also so uniquely branded in black and now dyed red.

"You are hurt."

It wasn't a question, Uta just knew it.

Your hands slowly slipped from your neck until they fell into your lap. Of course, of course he knew. He felt it, that's why he was there.

You were in trouble at the right time, of course, because he was hungry. He wouldn't eat you, if he wanted he wouldn't send you away. If he had wanted he would have done it in his shop, safe. Now you knew it, and the sudden relief hit you like an electric shock, unexpectedly bringing tears to the edge of your eyes. Not the panic, but the relief almost made you throw up, and the awareness of the situation poured on you like a frozen waterfall.

Your mind, drowsy with questions, woke up suddenly, taking note of everything that had happened, of what was around you.

Death and gratuitous violence. Not Uta's, but the one you might have suffered without him.

Nobody guaranteed you that, without the tragic intervention, you would get out alive, and certainly not unharmed.

You had really come close to death, and where the knife had cut you it was now burning wickedly, taking you back to the instant before the devil's executioner arrived.

You did not even remember if there was a reason why you found yourself so tightened by filthy unknown arms, you did not remember if you were able to speak, but to pray yes.

God, you saw death. There was death, you touched it, it was all around you. You saw it, it was colored red, a dark red illuminated only by cold emergency lights that hung almost lifeless and wobbly from the walls of uninhabited alleys. Death flowed under your knees, like revolting rivulets accumulating at the bottom of the dead end.

Wherever you looked there was only death, or soulless things.

Where was the life?

Your forefinger and middle finger pressed desperately on your neck, looking for the place where your heart could testify that you were still alive, that no one had killed you. You were alive, you would have seen tomorrow.

And the figure of the ghoul looming over you senselessly returned to being reassuring.

You watched his infernal eyes peer at you patiently, luminous in the darkness. Oh, he was alive too, there with you.

"Uta ..."

You called him, like a newborn bird.

He took a step toward you for the first time, without threat, only in response to your plea.

"Uta ... Uta ... let me hear your heart ... please ... please ..."

You needed to feel him alive. You needed to feel the life in him, as you felt it in you, to know that in the midst of death you were not alone.

This time his expression betrayed him. His dark sclera widened just below the lids which opened slightly more. His black hair fell soft and long over his shoulder as his head bent slightly, scrutinizing you questioningly.

It was normal that he didn't understand. You were just a human, what a bizarre request was that?

Yet, still, it was you. The human he did not want to eat, the human he ran to as soon as he smelled their blood. The human who occasionally slipped into his shop, spying on his new masks and always asking him a thousand curious questions. The human with whom he went out for a coffee, to forget for a moment how much the world hated those like him.

Yeah, made by you, it wasn't such a crazy request. You've always been weird, so weird that Uta felt the need to save you, despite that ridiculous world that always ran too fast around his stillness.

His arms branded with tribal tattoos relaxed along his sides, opening slightly with his palms facing you. Not an invitation, but a permission to do what you wanted.

"If you are sure ..."

The only words spoken, perhaps slightly more insecure, and his calm voice, slightly broken with uncertainty, and at the same time so sweet in that deadly silence.

An adrenaline rush ran through your legs, and despite your exhaustion you got up, driven by the desire to reach that living creature.

It was not a hug, it was just you with your palms and ear delicately placed on his chest, searching for that desired sound. Like a lullaby it lulled you, his heart beating lightly fast against your cheek.

Under his ribcage you could also hear the organic sounds of the digestive process raging on what had been your tormentor. It wasn't as scary as you imagined, that body that was now keeping death away from you, was destroying it right under your touch.

And while you listened to the consoling heartbeat in the monster's chest, you didn't care about the blood that now ignoble dirty even your face. You were simply there, enjoying the warmth of a living body, while a thank you slipped under your breath that the ghoul's ears didn't expect to hear.

It wasn't a hug, but his hands leaned lightly like ghosts on your hips, holding you there, while the red irises more beautiful than blood rose to the black sky cut by the gray skyscrapers.

And as you listened gradually easing your fear, he felt your weight on his chest, more present with each breath. You miserable human being seeking refuge in the carnivorous beast, how grateful he was that even in the worst revelation he could make to you, you were still there, scared but understanding, and yet you were able to make that world around him seem less cruel.