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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ dilf!Kid & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @eustasssimp who single-handedly awakened my suppressed love for this tulip (•ө•)♡ thank you for letting me turn this man in a dilf for you! you picked one of my favorite prompts (i recycled this one from my previous event because that's how much i love this trope hehe) and i hope you enjoy this! mwah!

word count: 1.5k

It is suspiciously quiet on the Victoria Punk.

Kid had retreated to his workshop after dinner, growling something about new explosives he invented which didn't quite work yet how he wanted them to; a fact that should probably be slightly concerning, but after sailing for over 20 years with him as captain you were used to this by now.

What worried you more was that Kid had skipped his usual midnight snack, a time of the day the two of you usually met in the light of the open fridge, eating shredded cheese straight out of the package or whatever else Killer had prepared for you (the first mate got tired of you eating his meal preparations for the next day and assembled a plate for your nightly munchies ever since). It had become a daily ritual for the captain and you, and admittedly, it was your favorite time of the day.

A time when it was just him and you. You don’t mind sharing, hell, you even leave him the last bite of the flaky strawberry pastry Killer made and you eat the ice cream you like the second best because you know your favorite is also his. You are happy about every minute you can spend by his side, surrounded by crew and friends and still you'd have eyes for Kid only.

But midnight snack hour? It was special.

Because you would squat so close to each other in front of the fridge and your arms would brush and send warm shivers down your spine. Because you would share a spoon for the pudding under the pretext of minimizing the amount of dishes you had to do afterwards and it felt like an indirect kiss. Because he would often feed you big bites and laugh when you struggled to chew on them, spilling half of it on your shirt, but it didn't matter because the sound of his laughter was warmer than sunshine.

You glance at the clock. Kid was never late, at least not for this time of the day. You feel slight worry rise up in your chest, wondering if for once something did happen to your captain while playing with explosives, but then you remember that it was Kid you were thinking about; a man that would face an army of thousands of man and just laugh it off while he causes a storm, sinking them one by one with his bare fist and rage in his eyes.

No, he was definitely fine. So why would he leave you hanging for midnight snack hour? You grab the plate of cookies Killer had prepared for you and stomp through the dark hallway towards Kid’s workshop.

Light is coming through the cracks of the door, but besides that there is neither an alarming sound nor the smell of something burning which you take as a good sign. Kid has a bad habit of not knocking on doors before entering a room which lead to several awkward situations in the past and while you would definitely like to pay him back for the one time he caught you performing to Soul King’s newest album with a hairbrush and Kid’s coat around your shoulders for a more dramatic effect, you choose to be civilized today and knocked gently at the wooden door.

Usually you would get some spat out insult or at least a grunt in return, but there was nothing but radio silence from the other side. You knock again, whispering Kid’s name into the dark and after you still got no answer, you decide to step in – those cookies in your hands were begging to be eaten and you couldn’t endure his bitching for three days at least when he found out you devoured them all by yourself.

His broad back is the first thing you notice. He is sitting at his massive workbench, slumped over, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, shoulders lifting with every deep breath he took.

“Kid? You okay?”

You shut the door without a sound behind you and tiptoe towards him, almost like you would approach a wild animal, unsure if it would bite or not. That’s when you notice that his eyes are shut, his expression particular soft. His goggles lay on the table beside him and red and gray strands of hair fall into his face which makes you smile, because you know how vain Kid is when it comes to his appearance and how he would grumble all day when he had a bad hair day.

What Kid doesn’t know is that you love every alleged imperfection about him. His damp hair clinging to his forehead when he comes out of the shower, the wrinkles on his forehead he got from frowning so much (and though he applied his skin care religiously, not even Eustass Kid wasn’t immune to aging), his skin scarred by countless battles – there was not a single thing you disliked about him, but this was your well-kept secret.

A love in hiding.

You set down the plate of cookies on a couple blueprints, careful not to make a sound that could wake him up. He must have been exhausted, falling asleep like that in his workshop when usually he wouldn’t go to bed without taking an extensive shower to get rid of the acrid smell of oil and metal that naturally just stuck to him. You guess that excuses him for standing you up on midnight snack hour, but just this once.

Kid’s workshop was a mess of various components made of steel, from tiny screws to big bulks of pipes stacked on top of each other. Usually no one was allowed in there except Killer to call him for dinner, so you took the chance and let your gaze wander around for a few moments, scanning the room until you find what you are looking for. You take the blanket which is hanging over one of his creations, beat it carefully off its dirt and dust and put it around Kid’s shoulders, making sure it wouldn’t slip off with the slightest movement.

You don’t have it in your heart to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, not because you feared his sleepdrunk wrath – you could handle that after all these years. What scared you was the thought of him seeing you with that soft gaze of yours, nothing but love radiating around you when you were near him, as if you were merely a marionette held up by your heartstrings.

It was all that held you together; those unspoken words and what if’s.

You switch off the desk lamp, dipping the room in a deep midnight blue and with that your heart feels very heavy suddenly, as if someone ripped the veil off it, exposing it to its fullest. Frozen on the spot your legs refuse to move, your breath faltering. It was as if you’re walking on a tightrope between two universes, different versions of you, but both deeply in love with Eustass Kid.

You adjust the blanket one last time, your fingertips brushing over the back of his neck. He is warm, he always is, as if the light burning within him was about to become a wildfire. You feel calm, standing in the eye of the storm and leaning down towards him, your lips close to his ear, your hand still resting on the broad back of his neck.

“I’m in love with you, captain.”

You didn’t think your confession would fall out of your mouth that easily, but maybe the darkness brought the illusion of safety, as if your words could simply hide in the corners of this room and will never be seen again; lifted off your chest and a faint echo meant for no one to be heard.

Just when you’re about to turn around and leave, an arm wraps around your waist and holds you back, a familiar voice growling out your name. You would have jumped but Kid has you in such a tight grip, there’s no room for you to escape. Instead your heart simply skips a beat; there’s nothing for you to do than to surrender.

Kid lifts his torso and pulls you in his lap, his fingers digging into your side, but it doesn't feel harsh or painful, more as if he wants to make sure that you’re not suddenly bolting and leave him alone with the thing you just said. You can feel his piercing gaze on you and when you avoid his eyes, his hand comes to your chin, tilting it easily so you’re forced to look at him. Even in the dark you can make out his eyes, tiny galaxies you could get lost in easily. You put your hands on his chest, mostly to stop them from shaking, but you can feel his heart drumming to the beat of yours underneath your fingertips.

“What if I told you that I feel the same way? Would it make this dream come true?”

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buckyownsmylife · 25 minutes

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♁ One Piece x Reader exchange: Kid & his s/o dying in his arms

a/n: hi! this is my piece for the @onepiece-reader-exchange, thank you for the fun project! i got the chance to write for @wimble-warcrime who i apologize to for picking the angsty one out of all prompts you gave, but on the other hand i just had to. hope you're pleased with the fic!

contains: gn!reader, HEAVY ANGST, death of reader, blood mention. this is not a light-hearted read.

word count: 1.6k

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

In fact, it wasn’t supposed to end at all. Forever. You could still hear Kid huff about this, about the mere thought of spending a life together, side by side, until death do you part. He was a pirate after all, he knew for a fact how fast a life can be wiped out in the thump of a heartbeat. Forever was just a foul promise. And yet you found him in his workshop the other night, unusually quiet as he focused as he fumbled with something in his massive hands. It was only when you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and peeked over his shoulder that you saw the two rings in his palms – a declaration of his devoted heart.

Until death do us part.

You raise your hand towards the vast sky, painted in the lush red and blue colors of dawn, the plain silver band on your ring finger shimmering from underneath all the blood. Shit. So this is it. A hoarse sound escapes your throat, something between a bitter laugh and a cry out for help, painfully aware that it was too late for that. You never thought much about dying, but you didn’t expect to be so calm, almost grateful to experience the rising sun one last time before your heart would stop beating.

Kid. You want to see him one last time. Is this selfish? Yearning for the touch of your lover when you’re tiptoeing on the verge of life and death? Was this too much to ask for? You wonder if he’ll be the one who finds your body. If he will allow himself some tears or just unleash the fury because there was never another way for him to regulate his feelings. And… if he will love again. You hope so, you really do.

Being a Kid pirate meant to never shy away from a good fight. You were pirates, not saints. You would fight tooth and nail for what you wanted to protect and never showed any mercy. The world was harsh and so was your captain, barking out orders and insults as he destroyed whatever crossed his path in the blink of an eye. He was a force to reckon with if anyone ever dared to hurt his crew. During every battle, all you could see was his broad back, the shoulders you used to fall asleep on when nobody else was watching, his bright red hair like a lighthouse in the dark.

He always watched out for you. Kid’s love was never tender, it was a wildfire and you stood in the eye of it, letting the flames lick your skin without being burned. He made you feel so warm, so seen. As if you were indestructible as long as you were together. He couldn’t have known that one day you would fly a little too close to the sun, wanting to be the one who looked out for him just once. Who could have known it came with a price…

The air smelled like gunpowder and blood. And it was quiet, so quiet. The battle must have been over by now, at least the one that’s carried out with fists and weapons; there were other ones held in their hearts only. Not you, though. Your heart sighed. It sure was tired, but at least it didn’t hurt. Death crawled up on you in silence, tugging on your heart strings. Soon, so soon, you’d be stardust again. Maybe you could guide him then, towards the horizon and beyond, until you meet again in the vast night sky.

The faint sound of your name makes you flinch. With your arm still raised towards the sky you try to call out his name, but all you can do is cough up more blood as your vision flickers, your breath sharp and rattling in your chest. One last time. Just one last time. A few more selfish heartbeats is all you asked for.

And then he is next to you, his hand wrapping yours before he brings it to his chest. You can feel his heart drumming in there, a high contrast to the one in your ribcage, getting weaker minute by minute. You blink a few times until you can see him clearly, his expression full of pain and rage, his whole body trembling. He is here, there is nothing to fear now.

“You fucking idiot.”, he growls but his voice is missing its usual spite. It carries sorrow and fear, a side you have never witnessed before. You try to squeeze his hand but with life slowly dripping out of you, all you can manage is shifting your hand slightly in his. You mumble out his name hoarsely, trying to put all the unsaid words in this one syllable but he hushes you, his hand clutching tighter around yours. His metal arm hovers over you, unsure where and how to touch you without causing any more damage – in denial about the fact that there wasn’t anything left he could break.

“Shh, now. We’ll patch you up and next thing you know we’re out there again, I promise.”

You shake your head slightly, trying a weak smile while tears are pricking in the corner of your eyes. No more promises. All you want now is to be held. There was nothing else left to do. With your vision blurry you can’t make out Kid’s expression anymore, but you sense his silhouette leaning closer to you as he brings your hand to his face, kissing your bloody fingertips. You brush over his lips softly, warmth spreading from there and seeping throughout your whole body, like it always did when you kissed. Kid would have never admitted it, but he shines brighter than a thousand suns, a force of life in the fragile shell of a human body.

You sigh in relief when he puts his human arm around your shoulders, lifting you up carefully so your head could rest against his chest instead of the hard floor. Mumbling your name over and over again he holds you tight, his metal hand uselessly resting next to you. You wonder if he will beat himself up for not being able to hold you properly with both arms while you were taking your last breaths and you know he will, and you wish you could tell him that it was okay, that this was more than enough, him being here was enough. You want to tell him that it didn’t hurt anymore, that he’ll be okay, that you will never be really gone, just orbiting around the sun until he’ll join you one day. You hope he will understand you without words, like he always did.

Look after Killer and the rest of the crew for me, okay? Sail to the end of the world and beyond and find that One Piece. Please don’t forget me. I love you, Kid. You know that, right? My heart recognized you the very first minute we met. You were my forever. You’ll always be. Don’t give up on love. I will always be out there. I love you so, so much. It doesn’t hurt, don’t worry. In your arms I always felt the safest. I love you. Kid, will you come find me again in the next life? I’ll be out there, waiting, dancing, laughing while crying. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Hey. Hey, keep your eyes open, okay? Hold on a little bit longer. I’ll fix this. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. I’m so sorry. Hey… hey. Don’t close your eyes. Hey.”

Kid’s voice cracks. He’s shaking you slightly, fingers digging into your skin as he nudges you with his nose, whispering close to your ear, placing a few kisses in the corner of your mouth, the metallic taste biting his tongue. A wave of panic rushes over him, his whole body frozen on the spot. His heart was telling him to lift you up and run, as if he could escape death just like that; but his gut knew better. That this is it. The rapid end of a love story that only just began, its first blossoms now soaked in blood. His eyes flicker from your face to your hand resting against his chest, the silver band shimmering slightly, mocking him with the false promise it holds. He never wanted forever, he wanted you.

Then there is this light and it feels like you are floating. Death is lifting you up gently from your lover’s arms. You know this isn’t a farewell, this is merely a heart that stops beating, the memory of it never fading, engraved inside of Kid’s chest, becoming an armor for a lifetime until you meet again, just two stars swaying side by side in the night sky.

Kid’s raspy cry disrupts the silence once your hand slips down his chest, leaving a bloody mark where your fingertips once lingered. He is blinded by fury and the burgeoning feeling in his chest that he could have prevented this; that you could still be here, breathing and calling out his name if only he didn’t let his guard down for those three seconds, if only you didn’t split up hours earlier in the naive belief that you still got so much time, that you got a life together.

If only.

If only death could have taken him instead of you. If only hearts wouldn’t shatter in silence. If only he could turn back time to tell you how he felt, how he really felt, say those three words out loud over and over again until you would shut him up with a kiss.

If only love was enough.

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buckyownsmylife · 32 minutes

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♥ the happiest birthday: Kid & gn!reader (no pronouns)

a/n: happy, happy birthday my beloved lemon @eustasssimp <3 hoping you'll have the sweetest of all days today and that you'll feel so, so loved because you are! you're a sweet and kind soul and i'm so happy we got to know each other. since i can't give you a warm hug in person, i tried it with words, i hope you enjoy. love you dearly <3

word count: 2.5k

“One more song, please, I promise it will be the last…”

Wire and Heat were looking at you with pleading eyes, basically pressing the microphone into your hand. You rub your eyes until you see stars, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that came with staring at the TV for the whole night. It was both the evening before your birthday and karaoke night on the Victoria Punk, and without doubt you’ve been killing it. Not a single song hasn’t been sung, from all the pop punk bangers to the instrumentals of the crew’s favorite death metal songs – the mic has been passed around until it now landed in your hands again. Everyone seemed very eager to make you sing some more, despite your voice almost being hoarse and your loud yawns between each song.

You’re sitting on the floor and leaning against Killer’s legs, resting your head against his knees as he occasionally gives you a few head scratches or holds a drink with a straw in your face so you can stay hydrated between two songs. Ever since you and Kid made it official (as in: when he stopped yeeting you across the room so no one would see him holding your hand), your bond with Killer also got a lot stronger than it already was. You knew the captain and the first mate shared a long history together and at first you felt like an intruder when you started catching feelings for Kid, but Killer was nothing but supportive from the start; sitting down with you and listening, giving you helpful advice (like “yeah, just bite back in that case”) and now often hangs out with you and Kid. Sometimes it made you wonder how it would feel being with both of them, but for now you got your hands full with one alone. Speaking of…

“Has anyone seen Kid? He’s been gone for at least two hours now, didn’t he only want to use the bathroom real quick? Or in his words – taking a piss and don’t we fucking dare follow him?”

You were tired but not tired enough to not notice the glances Killer, Heat and Wire exchanged. Something definitely was up and you weren’t sure if it was a good sign. Last time you left Kid unsupervised for a longer time span he built glitter grenades in the shade of his enemies blood that unfortunately exploded in his workroom, leaving everyone on the ship coughing up glitter for a week straight.

All your attempts to press any information out of them failed and when you tried to get up and search for Kid yourself, several pairs of hands pushed you back down; so all you could do was grab the microphone again and sing a power ballad, one that you spared till the very end for dramatic effect. The boys cheered and helped you out as background choir when your voice cracked at the high-pitched notes, gesturing with all they got when it came to the final crescendo, someone lit a whole pack of sparklers and in the end all of you slumped down on the sofa and the pillow covered floor, the end of a perfect encore.

Just when the last line flickered across the TV screen, the door to the living room swung wide open, a feisty looking Kid appearing in the doorframe. Your heart still skipped a beat whenever he was around, his presence filling every room with an intense energy like a storm, pulling at your heartstrings as if it was merely a wind chime.

“Oi, babe. Come here.”

He gestures with his good hand and stomps towards you when you take a second too long to get up, holding out his hand for you to grab it as he pulls you up. You notice how Kid and the others exchange a few nods and thumb ups but before you could ask anything, your captain was already walking towards the door again, dragging you behind him. One last glance over your shoulder to the grinning boys and you’re out, trying to keep up with Kid as he struts through the hallway. He seems to vibrate in excitement for something and all you could do was hope it wasn’t another handmade explosive.

“Kid, where the hell have you been and why are we ru–”

A surprised shriek escapes your throat when you stumble and almost fall; luckily Kid was quick to catch you, his mechanical arm wrapped around your waist as he yells at you for not being able to keep up with him and you arguing back that ten seconds ago you were on the edge of falling asleep and he got much longer legs than you anyway. He puts you back on your feet again, finally not running anymore and giving you time to muster him up and down for the first time as he still barks out some mild insults.

“What do you have in your hair…?”

You stand on tiptoes to reach for his red hair, some white powder in it. Now that you have a closer look, there was also some across his cheek and over his torso, some speckles of something brown too which almost made him look as if he had freckles. Cute. You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek which made the angry tulip shut up for a brief second, rolling his eyes but cheeks slightly flushed.

“That’s… flour and chocolate?” – “Okay, fucking little detective, just come, it’s almost midnight.” “What, are you gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?”

Followed by some more huffing and puffing from his side the two of you continue making your way through the hallway; Kid liberally slowed down his steps a bit so you can keep up with him, his warm hand in a tight grip around yours. You can’t help but smile; his love was rough but it burned so brightly, making you feel so safe and warm.

“Don’t look yet.”

Kid covers your eyes before he pushes the door leading outside on deck open, pulling you close to him as he guides you forwards, grumbling that you better don’t slip and fall again because he won’t catch you a second time (of course he would, but he would complain even more than the first time). The air was warm, one of those summer nights that held some kind of magic as they just seemed to never end. You can feel your limbs tingling in anticipation.

Your lips curl into a smile when Kid kisses you, mumbling out a half-hearted apology about cussing you out before he finally takes his hand off your eyes, stepping aside so you can see what he prepared.

A large blanket lies in front of you, lots of pillows on top. Candles surrounded the whole scene with fairy lights hanging from the mast, two glasses with fruity cocktails are standing on a small tablet next to a small cake. As you walk closer you notice that your name and ‘happy birthday’ are written in a wonky handwriting on the frosting, surrounded by a handful of small flowers and a candle in the middle. In all fairness it looked like a toddler was allowed to decorate a cake for the very first time, but you can tell that Kid made everything from scratch and for someone who worked with metal only, he sure did well. It was made with love, without a doubt.

You spin around to him, smiling from ear to ear as he pulls you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrap your arms around him, slipping underneath his big fur coat so you can feel him close, his muscles softening under your touch. With eyes closed you breathe him in, the familiar scent of sweat and oil, this time paired with a soft note of freshly baked cake, a faint lemon aroma lingering on his skin.

“Don’t think I’ll do something stupid like that for every birthday that will follow, okay? Happy birthday, babe.”, he mumbles, placing a trail of kisses on the side of your neck before biting your ear slightly. You tilt your head back into your neck, looking at him with pleading eyes until he kisses you roughly on the lips, humming softly. “So are you implying that we’ll celebrate many, many more birthdays together?”, you ask, giggling at the sight of his blushing cheeks as he huffs out another insult. “Are you dumb? Of course we will, do you think I’ll ever let you go? Now go make a wish or else…”

He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you into the pillows, taking a seat cross legged opposite of you. As you get adjusted he takes the cake in his mechanic hand where it looks ridiculously tiny in it; he lights the candle and holds the cake up in front of your face, glaring at you from behind it, his face shimmering golden from the candles surrounding you. A wish, huh?

You think for a few heartbeats and then close your eyes as you take a deep breath and blow out the birthday candle, a slight breeze finding you in just this moment, almost as if the wind and the sea worked together to carry your wish to the stars.

“What did you wish for?”, Kid asks and puts the cake down at the tablet, handing you a fork. – “I can’t tell you, Kid, otherwise it won’t come true!”, you snicker and laugh as he rolls his eyes but grins anyway, his excitement about you trying what he baked for the first time was too big to grumble about some fake rules about wishes.

Kid digs in with his fork first but holds it up for you, generously offering to feed you (“you’re so clumsy, you’ll drop it otherwise”). It’s a big bite and you struggle to fit it in your mouth, resulting in buttercream being smeared all over your face and you almost choke from laughing as Kid keeps on yelling at you to chew properly. In the end you have to wash it down with a drink, trying to catch your breath again before Kid leans in for another kiss, licking up the crumbs and cream in such a cheeky way it makes your heart jump in your chest.

“Delicious.”, he grins, not talking about his creation. The cake tasted amazing though, the flavors were perfectly balanced and you couldn’t help but wonder how much practice it took for him to master it, knowing you have never seen him in the kitchen before (except to go see Killer when they’ve been apart for longer than five minutes and he started missing him). He really did all of this for you, making you feel so loved.

It’s your turn to feed Kid with your fork and praise him for how amazing the birthday cake tastes, saying it’s the best one you ever had, and watch him grow an inch taller under your compliments. Kid was convinced he was the best at everything, but actually hearing someone else say it always made him feel superior – especially coming from you. Throughout your dating history he made you many gifts, like matching earrings, bracelets, a cup holder for your nightstand (“because how much more tea do you want to spill on our sheets, babe”), the list goes on; but you can tell this cake was special since it was outside of his comfort zone, trading his workshop for the kitchen.

After a few more bites the two of you lay down on your backs, Kid holding you in his arms. You snuggle closer onto him, enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He holds you tight as he takes a deep breath, maybe slightly relieved that his surprise was successful. Above you was the starlit sky, hundreds of tiny dots gleaming there like a fresco. You wouldn’t have thought that Kid was such a romantic but you keep the thought to yourself, knowing damn well he would grunt something back at you how every star once was an enemy of his that now rested in peace.

Nestled into his arms you can’t help but let out a dreamy sigh. It was the first time someone did something this nice for your birthday and it felt a bit like a dream. Everything felt like such ever since you two met for the very first time, your heart calling out his name as if you knew him from another life. You were drawn to him like the moon to the tides, feeling safe only when he had his arms wrapped around you, just like he did now. He was your home, your safe haven, the love of your life. What he didn’t know was that your wish already came true the moment he kissed you for the first time, one hand around your neck, growling “you’re mine”; you didn’t shy away back then, it only drew you closer to him, as if to challenge him.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

Just when you’re about to close your eyes, slumber being only a few heartbeats away, Kid shoots up into a seating position, almost throwing you around like he did in old days, only that this time he held you close. Your eyes follow his hand pointing towards the starry sky.

“Shooting stars! Quick, make a wish!”

The two of you glance upon the sky with sparkling eyes, Kid for once speechless as he watches a whole tirade of shooting stars crossing the night sky above you, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. You have your arms around his neck, leaning against him with the biggest smile on your face. So many wishes in one night, you sure felt very lucky. Only when the shooting stars faded away did you face each other, still at loss for words about what just happened.

“What did you wish for?”, you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, your fingers tracing down from his jar to his neck.

“Can’t tell you, dummy. Don’t you know it won’t come true when I do?”, he huffs, pulling you closer in this lap, wrapping his coat around you. “But I can show you…”

And just like that Kid lies back down again, dragging you with him. You can feel his heart drumming fast under your fingertips when he buries one hand in your hair, pulling you closer until his lips crash on yours. He kisses you with hunger, as if he was praying for salvation, offering you his love on the edge of a knife, mumbling out your name over and over again, but all you could hear were three words.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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buckyownsmylife · 6 hours

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Back when I still made social media AU's... Might get back on that?

The one where you send a message to the wrong person

#my queue

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buckyownsmylife · 11 hours

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May I request Zoro or Law for “did you… wait, you love me?” ? Also, congrats on 333 followers! I just followed you a couple of days ago and I absolutely love your work ❤❤❤.

aww! thank you so much for your kind words! i went for Law bc i've got a few other requests with Zoro but only two for Law (gasp), can you believe?

prompt: “did you… wait, you love me?” w/ Law

word count: 637

"Can you tell me a bedtime story?"

You flop down on the sofa in the infirmary, where Law was studying at his desk, a pile of books next to him and notes spread all over the table. The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp and quiet except the familiar sounds of the Polar Tang, diving through the deep blue sea.

Law wasn't even looking up, but you just knew he was rolling his eyes at your nightly disturbance.

"It's 3am, why are you still up? Usually you fall asleep straight after dinner. Sitting. At the table. Don't deny it, y/n-ya."

His voice was slightly annoyed, but he also let out a small chuckle. Teasing you was part of your daily banter and you enjoyed his attention a lot.

"Couldn't sleep. Thought you felt lonely, all by yourself, captain."

You stretch yourself out on the sofa and take a comfortable cross-legged position, reaching for one of the books that lay on the floor. Just being with him was enough. He didn't need to know how often you dreamt about him and his slim, elegant fingers, tracing down your spine... and god, his lips.

Or how lonely you felt most of the time.

You're waiting for a sassy reply from the doctor, something about how he got his hands full with you and the rest of the crew all the time or reminding you how you fell asleep one time over your own birthday cake, almost setting yourself on fire with the lit candles. Instead he was quiet for a few moments, before talking again.

"I feel less lonely ever since you're around, y/n-ya." Law looks up and turns around in his chair, facing you. You expect him to make a face or add another dry comment, but he's just looking at you with his golden eyes, an expression so soft it almost made you cry. This came out of the blue.

Unable to hold his gaze, you lower your eyes into your lap where your fingers are fondling nervously with the seam of your shirt. All of sudden you feel exposed, as if he just read the depths of your heart. You never really talked about your feelings, your fears. And here he was, giving you a peek into his. Your cheeks felt hot and tears were welling up in your eyes.

"That's not the kind of bedtime story I was expecting.", you laughed nervously through teary eyes, wiping them on your sleeve. You tried to gloss over the fact that your heart was now literally wailing, asking to pour out all the hurt that's been built up over all the years. With just a simple sentence, he broke down the wall you've built up oh so carefully.

Law stood up now, taking a seat next to you on the sofa. Your shoulders almost touch now. There's a long pause where you try to hold back your tears and he's staring into the dark, collecting his thoughts. Then he breaks the silence.

"Then here's another bedtime story. With you around, my heart, this stupid heart of mine, finally found some rest. It stopped longing for something I never had the words for when you walked into my life. I love you for that. There's a calmness in me now that I have missed for a very long time. I want to thank you for that."

You sniffle, turning your head to look him into the eyes. Trying to process what he just said. The words were still echoing in your head.

"Did you... wait, you love me?"

Now he also turns his head to you, catching your gaze. He's smiling softly, almost apologizing as if he just got caught. Your heart might just have stopped beating at this point.

"If you let me?"

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OPKisstober Day 14 // On the Polar Tang

w/ Law word count: 640 warnings: help this was supposed to be fluff now it's angst i'm sorry (ಡ‸ಡ)

The boat was floating silently on the surprisingly calm sea, moonlight and stars guiding your way. After a rather turbulent day, the night crawled in like a blessing. You were grateful for the fresh air filling your lungs with every deep, calming breath you took. Even though you loved the Polar Tang with all your heart (it's the first home after a long time after all), you would still get a bit anxious from time to time when you were sailing underwater. Huddled against the cold wall, arms slung around your knees, you let the gentle sound of the waves comfort you.

"Figured I'd find you here."

You could see the shape of Law walking towards you, like a black cat in the dark. Hearing his voice made your heart jump a little, the pleasant way. It was a nice relief from the anxious beating it usually does.

"Guilty." You forced a weak but honest smile, quickly wiping your puffy eyes with your sleeves. You didn't want him to see you cry. In fact, you didn't want anyone to see you cry. It was like a sad hobby you would rather just practice by yourself rather than showing off how good you are at it.

Still, you couldn't escape Law's eyes that pierced through you with worry. It was impossible to hide anything from him, whether who ate the last onigiri he saved for a midnight snack or if you were bawling your eyes out three minutes prior.

Without comment he threw a big blanket over you, covering you completely. For a second it startled you, then you could feel him gently wrapping you into the soft fabric. It smelled a lot like him and felt comforting, almost as if he pulled you into a close hug. As he was squatting down in front of you, his tender fingers brushing your face when he was adjusting the part of the blanket that was thrown over your head like a cloak. You lowered your eyes, unable to meet his glance. As if your deep, starved sadness could spread on him like a disease. That was when he was cupping your face into his two hands, forcing you to look at him directly.

"I don't ever want you to feel cold, y/n-ya." His face was serious, almost hurt, but his voice was as soft as waking up to the first snow of the year. "I also don't want you to ever feel lonely. Or hurt. As your captain and your friend, please let me be there for you."

You were desperatly trying to hold back your tears but they were burning in your eyes already. Law's word were shooting straight through your heart, tearing down every wall you've built up so carefully with ease. If you start weeping now, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop.

At a loss for words, tears were rolling down your cheeks into Law's palms. He didn't pull back but kept holding you, which only made you cry even more. You kept mumbling apologies, not sure if for yourself or your captain who was now drawing you into his arms, a hand still on your cheek, the other wrapped around you tightly. You were now sobbing into the collar of his shirt while he was gently stroking your hair under the blanket, encouraging you to let this stinging pain out instead of telling you to forget about it. Almost as if he knew a thing or two about bottled up feelings.

Everything felt like a fever dream when Law gently places kisses on your forehead to your temples. Kissed your eyelids and the bridge of your nose. Still holding you tightly. A husky laugh escaped your lips with tears still rolling, muffled into your captain's chest. Your heart had claw marks on it, but tonight it sighed with relief.

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OPKisstober Day 12 // Holding Hands

w/ Law word count: 679 warnings: none but my deepest apologies for not posting this earlier, I fell asleep over it and haven't come up with something for Day 13 anyway so let's goooo (ง ื▿ ื)ว

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"Oi, what are you grinning about, y/n-ya?"

You slightly lower the book in your hands, peaking above the pages to link eyes with your captain who was watching you from the other end of the sofa with his usual resting grumpy face. It became a habit that the two of you were spending time together in the library, him for his studies and you, well...

"Are you reading one those overly cheesy romantic stories again? With the unrealistic plot twists and silly happy ends? Where they lived happily ever after and stuff?"

Ahh, Law. Cheerful and optimistic as ever (he was right with his assumption though). You're shifting into a sitting position, laying your novel down in your lap, making a whole show out of clearing your throat, adjusting your reading glasses and shuffling imaginary notes as if you were about to hold a presentation in front of a huge crowd.

"My dearest captain!" He frowned. "What I'm reading is actually a guidebook to the difficulties young adults are facing in terms of navigating healthy relationships and how to get one in the first place." Now he was rolling his eyes, but you could see that he was suppressing a smile. "The brave heroine of this book just taught me one of the oldest tricks on how to get your crush to hold hands with you, something that is both desireable and normal."

Now it was Law who was sitting up, surprisingly interested (though you weren't sure if it was genuine interest or just for the show), shifting closer to you cross-legged. "Is that so? Mind showing me?"

"Glad you asked! First, hold your hand out like this." You hold one hand up, palms facing him. He mirrors you and all you can think about how beautiful his hands were, with his slim elegant fingers and the tattoos. Oh, the things he could do to you with those hands. "Great, now you say in a playful voice 'Hey, put your hand against mine, let's compare them!' to your crush."

Three seconds of silence where you're shooting Law an encouraging glance until he says in his most monotonous voice and a raised eyebrow: "Hey, put your hand against mine, let's compare them, y/n-ya."

You softly push your hands together, noticing how tiny your hand was compared to his. This was just like in the books. Except that it was so much better. You were praying that he wouldn't notice how sweaty your palms were and how slightly shaky you suddenly got, now that he was so close. All the shoujo manga in the world couldn't have prepared you for this moment. Still, you were feeling a little brave.

"And then, you do this..." Slightly shifting your hands to one side, you weave your fingers together with his, pulling his hand closer into yours. To your surprise, he doesn't pull away but mirrors you, holding your hand in a tight grip now.

"Granted, this was easy. What happens next?", Law asks calmy, his eyes on your intertwined hands, as if he also was baffled that his was happening.

"To be honest, I don't now. I haven't gotten to the next chapter yet.", you respond, fondling with the book in your lap with your free hand. "It probably will take another 200 pages until they get close again and a lot of drama happens in between." You shrug and try laughing it off, but turn quiet as Law's eyes seek yours. What was this glance? As if hundred questions were flickering in his golden eyes, unsure, a bit hungry, hopeful.

"Let's take a short cut then.", he whispers, pulling you close into his lap, his hand still holding yours, the other now buried in your hair. A heartbeat of hesitation - until his lips find yours, almost ravenous, kissing you with lust and an unexpected bravery, as if an burden was lifted off his shoulders. A surprised soft "oh" slips out of your mouth between two breaths and he swallows it whole, as if you carried your heart on your tounge.

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: look who is clearing out her drafts again while working on a longer fic! i love writing little headcanons, they help me get into a nice writing flow and are just super fun to think about. those here are both fluff and spicy, so be aware. reader is gn!

Kid

seeing you walk around in his shirt when it’s laundry day on the Victoria Punk

the warmth of his hand in yours when you paint his nails for him after he lost his arm, unfazed by his bickering when you’re doing a messy job

you keeping him company in his workshop when everyone else already went to sleep, studying blueprints while he tries to focus on the thing he’s working on but failing miserably in your presence

the way you look at him when he tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing your lips

how hungry you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips after his cheeky tongue wracked your whole body with pleasure

the shiny red shapes of his hand on your ass cheek and your needy mewls for more

whispered confessions with every thrust, your hands cradling his face as he fucks you through your orgasm, melting in lust and adoration

Killer

hearing you humming in the kitchen, cooking a surprise meal for him

your fingers untangling his hair at night, gently combing out every knot without hurting him

your laughter when he tries to put on the polka dot shirt that got way too small

the way your gaze softens when he takes off his mask for the first time in front of you

your lips parting so willingly for him when he leans down to kiss you in a moment of bravery

his lipstick smeared on the inside of your thighs, leading dangerously close to your aching core

the way you twitch around him as you ride him, eyes closed as you chase your high, his fingers digging in the flesh of your thighs

Law

your hands brushing when you hand him a cup of coffee in the morning, knowing he was up all night again

you falling asleep on the couch when you both study in the library together, admiring how you let down your guard around him

hearing you mumble out his name in your sleep

patching you up after a battle where you fought back to back, just blind trust into each other

thinking back about the heated kiss you two shared when you thought it all was over and you wouldn’t see tomorrow

you straddling him in his chair, asking for permission to do it again in the safety of his arms and realizing those are the lips he wants to kiss for the rest of his life

seeing those lips wrap around his length for the first time, holding hands while you make him see stars and a future so bright in the absence of fear

Mihawk

the faint smell of your perfume when he enters a room you’ve been in before

watching your hands rolling out dough in the kitchen, covered in flour, a vinyl playing in the background, veggies from the garden on the counter

how you handle the knife, not for fighting but for creating something beautiful and heartwarming from scratch with patience and compassion, something he admires deeply

the way your eyes linger on him in a room full of people, making him feel like it’s just the two of you

stolen kisses after glancing at his lips for too long, tasting his wine on them

your delicate wrists in his grip when he pins you down on them above your head, legs spread wide open for him

the way you sigh his name when he enters you in one go, a big smile on your face, your eyes so full of love and lust

Shanks

standing outside the bar and hearing your voice from from the inside as you chat and laugh with his crewmates, Benn nudging him a little with a look

how you yawn and mumble out a ‘good morning’ on your way to the bathroom, in your underwear and sleepdrunk, because you spent all night visiting him in his dreams

the way you tilt your head and smirk when he takes the bottle of wine from your pretty hands and takes a sip, lips touching where yours have been seconds before

you shutting him up with a kiss when he teases you for too long, your hand in a tight grip around his collar

the same hand pulling his hair when he pushes you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, rubbing his clothed cock against your core

feeling how soaked your panties are when he reaches to pull them aside, your needy mewls soon to be muffled with them

Benn

the way you cup his hand to help him light his cigarette, your faces awfully close

how you muster him up and down and your cocky smile when he asks if you like what you see

standing side by side outside and watching the rain fall while the rest of the crew is having a banquet inside, just a quiet moment between you two

you reaching for his half-smoked cigarette, pleading eyes asking for a kiss

the same eyes looking at him through long lashes when he unbuckles his belt

your shaking legs on his shoulders as he makes you count out loud the times he makes you cum with his fingers alone

your broken voice begging him to fill you up, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him from pulling out, nails leaving red trails on his back

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Zoro, Sanji, Smoker, Rayleigh, Roger, Shakky

♁ pt. 1 w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: when i tell you this prompt hasn't left my mind... so of course there's a part 2! still so many blorbos to explore with this. it's a mix of fluff and smut again, so be aware before reading. reader is gn! small cw for use of "daddy" on Shakky's part (i have no explanation for this except that i'm weak and on my knees for her)

Zoro

you helping him with the clasp of one of his earrings, your face awfully close to his while your fingers brush over his skin, careful not to hurt him

the same fingers tracing the scar over his eye when you think he’s asleep in your lap, his heart about to jump out of his chest from your touch

your soft chuckle when you notice his blushing cheeks, however he’s not hiding it because it would mean he’d have to give up resting his head on your thighs

when he finds out that it’s even better to rest his face between your thighs, making them shake with his skilled tongue

the way you pull his hair when the stimulation gets too much, forcing him up to your lips for a kiss, giving you a taste of yourself before he goes down on you again, drunk on you

feeling your tight entrance being stretched little by little as his cock slides inside you, your chest heaving as you mewl out his name, sucking greedily on his fingers while you take him so, so well

Sanji

your happy face after taking the first bite of something he cooked just for you, a smile so wide for him in return; he still sees it like a photograph when he closes his eyes

how you roll up the sleeves of his shirt for him when he doesn’t have a hand free, your fingertips brushing over his skin, giving him goosebumps

the way you pronounce his name, as if you’re blowing a kiss for him with the second syllable, dripping from your lips like honey

your hand in his hair as you guide him to the aching arousal between your thighs, asking him to be a good boy for you

your sweet praise when he looks at you love-drunk as you pull him up by his hair, his lips glistening with your juices

him trying not to cum immediately from the way your tight hole twitches around him when he enters you in one go, filling you up completely

you on all fours and your cries, begging him to go harder, as his hands dig in the flesh of your hips, watching his cock glide in and out of you in a broken rhythm

Smoker

the mischievous twinkle in your eyes when you reply “yes, sir” to his orders

your silhouette at night when you’re waiting for him at the same spot as always, an unlit cigarette dangling from your lips

the way your faces almost touch when you lean in close to light your cigarette at his cigar, how you take your time and gaze upon him through long lashes

his gloved hand around your neck as he takes the other glove off with his teeth, spitting it to the side before his bare hand slides into your pants for the first time

your fingers clinging onto his jacket, watching you crumble as he wrecks your body with pleasure from a few strokes alone

the tears in the corner of your eyes as you sob out another broken “yes, sir” every time he asks you if you’ll be good for him, his fingers rubbing that one sweet spot inside of you

your face resting against his chest, breathing heavily as you come down from your high, while your curious hands already unbuckle his belt, being nothing but greedy for him

Rayleigh

the quiet mornings in the ship’s kitchen when it’s just the two of you, sharing the newspaper like an old married couple, no words needed

how you touch his arm gently when you want his attention, as if his thoughts weren’t radiating around you only all the time already

Roger and Gaban patting his back and encouraging him to be honest about his feelings after watching you two exchange longing gazes across the room for months, both of you hesitant to take the first step

your lips finally crashing against each other, a hungry kiss to make up for all the times he only thought about it but never dared to tilt your chin up

the way you moan his name when he fingers you, feeling your tight hole twitch around him, your eyes rolling back when he makes you cum for the third time, getting you close to overstimulation

your pretty little mewls when he fucks you bent over the kitchen table in the morning, not caring about the newspaper anymore, only the lews sounds of flesh on flesh as he fills you up with his thick hot load, moments before your crewmates approach

Roger

the absence of fear in your eyes when the ship docks at a new island and he grabs your hand to run off exploring it with you

the way you’re not letting go off his hand, ever, and realizing how perfectly it fits into his, almost disappearing in it

you mumbling out his name in your sleep when you dozed off on deck and he carries you to bed

feeling your piercing gaze on him through the hazy dark of your cabin, your tired but pleading voice asking him to stay, making it impossible for him to refuse

you climbing on top of him the moment he lays down beside you; your hands, your lips, all of you exploring every inch of him

your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, licking up salty drops of pleasure before you take him down your throat until sounds of gagging and muffled moans fill the room

his fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks in your thighs as you straddle him and sink down on his length slowly, struggling from the girth of it but unable to stop your hips from rolling, until you finally take him all in and cum from the sensation of it alone

Shakky

you taking her hand over the bar counter when you learn her husband is gone often and playfully proposing to her, promising her with a loud laugh you’ll treat her better

Rayleigh smiling and winking at her after your drunk confession many nights later, you hiding your face in embarrassment while you can’t stop stuttering out all the things you like about her

your shy kisses after you helped her close the bar and your weak knees after the confession falls from her lips

your kisses getting braver once you’ve invited her over in the safety of your own home, your hands lingering on the bare skin between her pants and her shirt before she guides you where she wants to feel you

hearing you call her “daddy” accidentally and feeling something awaken in her, making you repeat what you just said with a mischievous grin

the sounds of you gagging on her strap as you take her so greedily despite her telling you to slow down, your pleading eyes seeking her gaze before you take her down your throat again

your shaking legs on her shoulders as she kisses and bites the insides of your thighs, her strap stretching you so deliciously as she makes a mess out of you

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OPKisstober Day 16 // On the deck of a Marine warship

w/ Smoker word count: 714 warnings: overall fluff but suggestive in the end, I'M SORRY but also i'm not because Smoker is giving me butterflies

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An unlit cigarette was dangling from your lips on this starry night. Everyone of the G-5 was asleep already, leaving you with the night watch duty. You didn't mind those nights up alone actually - getting a little break from your rowdy crew was refreshing and gave you time to sort your thoughts.

Also, on some nights you might even run into him.

Rummaging around for a lighter in the big pockets of your uniform, you smirked at the thought of your captain. There was no denial that you fell for him hard the minute you first met him. The rough sound of his voice when he was yelling at his crew for being dumb again and yet the secretly worried and overprotective side of his, when he would fight tooth and nail for the same dumb crew he obviously grew very fond of.

You tried imagining him in the usual suit marines of his status were normally wearing, but decided you liked his look how it was much better - how often have you dreamt of being pressed against his bare chest?

"Shit... why isn't this working?", you hissed with clenched teeth, shaking the lighter in your hand vigorously. Trying again several times, all you could get out of it were a few sparks, then - nothing. Groaning loudly you're thinking about throwing the broken thing over the railing, fist already raised and ready for tossing, when a hand is grabbing your forearm and yanking you back.

"Captain Smoker..." Not sure what surprised you more, his sudden appearance behind you or his tight grip around your arm, twirling you around with such ease it almost made you weak in the knees.

"Oi, y/n, you know you can just ask me for fire, right? My cabin is right over there, you know that.", he pointed out, eyes pinned on you. His cabin, huh. You've been there several times, handing him some documents or freshly brewed coffee when he was working late at night, cursing out the higher ups. It always felt strangly familiar and you treasured those short moments of intimacy, when his hands were brushing yours, lingering just a heartbeat too long to be accidental.

He lets go of you and you slip the broken lighter back into your pocket again. Smoker was standing so awfully close to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the cigars he was constantly smoking. With the unlit cigarette between your lips you almost feel silly for getting caught by him, seeing you getting flustered over nothing.

"I didn't want to disturb you. My apologies, captain.", you mumble, putting the cigarette from your lips behind your ear, saving it for later. Asking him for fire now felt somehow even more embarrassing, as if you've been caught smoking behind the bushes by a teacher (despite the teacher being a chain smoker themself).

"Your disturbances are my favorite time throughout the day, actually."

Oh.

Your knees somehow must have given in ultimately, because suddenly you were wrapped into Smoker's arms, face pressed against his chest, your thoughts all over the place. This must be a dream. You could hear his heartbeat drumming... or was it your own? Your whole body felt like it was burning. Oh lord. This can't be happening.

"This... this wasn't exactly the fire I had in mind, but I do like it.", slips from your sassy mouth with a newly found courage. This was still a dream after all, right?

"Shut up."

"Make m-"

Spitting his cigars to the side, Smoker was now grabbing your face with both hands. His gaze was something between annoyance and lust, pondering and an unkown hunger. A heartbeat passed and his lips found yours, kissing you with a surprising softness, writing a poem with his tongue in a language you didn't know but yearned for. You find yourself clawing into his marine jacket, pulling him closer, fingers running over his bare chest and tracing it like it was braille. One of his hands was now buried in your hair, pulling it gently and your soft moan echoed in his mouth, making him kiss you even harder.

His lips tasted like sin and the sweetness of a late summer night, making you pray on your knees for more.

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