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luffytaro-zo · 1 year

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unnecessary lies.

Pairing: karasuma kyosuke x g/n reader ( might get a little ooc nearing the end )

Genre: fluff

Type: oneshot

Content: two friends being painfully dense at each other's feelings

Warnings: some light cursing, that's pretty much it ( takes place in season 1 of world trigger ) ( you're part of the gang )

(a/n: not an op fic this time! i am absolutely mortified that there isn't much world trigger ff for me to indulge myself in so yes this is very much a self-indulged ff. i have a hc that karasuma is just naturally good at skating sports bc he brings his younger siblings out skating often so enjoy.)

continuation utc!

"Raijinmaru, roll over!"

. .

"Raijinmaru, spin!"

. . .

"Play dead!"

Thud. A loud sound reverberated throughout Tamakoma's HQ Branch on a seemingly quiet Saturday afternoon. In the living area, Border's strongest agents were gathered, planning to discuss the latest Neighbors' attack, but more importantly – who was on dinner duty that day.

"What was that noise? I figured it was Raijinmaru but it seemed to be coming from above." Konami questioned, hesitantly rising from the sofa chair.

"The truth is, we hired a bunch of pest control people to remove a giant roach that's been lying dormant in Jin-san's room. That thud must've been them finally killing it."

"I see, that sounds awful. I hope Jin-san's alright. I could never imagine what I would do if such a horrible-"

"I lied."

"...What?"

"I lied. You fell for it again, Konami-senpai."

. . .

"Why'd you not tell me it was a lie?!" Osamu's cries echoed throughout the lving room as Konami proceeds to put him in a headlock, tormenting her victim for the nth time that week.

You chuckled as you watched your beloved kouhai fighting for his innocence, his two teammates on each side trying to pacify their fuming senpai. Glancing to your left, you noticed Karasuma's amused look as he sips on the jasmine tea Usami had prepared for everyone.

"Karasuma, stop telling Konami-senpai unnecessary lies. I almost fell for it."

He hums as if he's deep in thought, his thumb and index finger resting on his chin as he leaned towards you. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you shrinked at the sudden close contact.

Karasuma Kyosuke, Border's resident scruffy hottie. It was not news that Torimaru's charming looks had captivated the majority of the girls' population at Border HQ. Even with rank A's PR squad member, Kitora, having an obvious crush on him, he rarely entertains any advances on him. Rather, he is painfully dense towards them.

The amount of times Reiji has seen a girl approach the two of them during training only to scurry away in embarrassment after, was only a handful, but it was enough for him to start questioning his squadmate's obliviousness.

"Do you never notice those girls trying to make a move on you? Why don't you ever give them a reply?"

"...They were flirting? Huh. Couldn't tell."

"You know, for a guy that lies often, you're exceptionally talented at not reading the mood."

"What's that supposed to mean??"

Looks aside, his skills were nothing short of extraordinary. Being a middle-range All-Rounder, Karasuma's trigger comes in handy during battles with a numerical advantage. Being able to attack and defend all while supporting your teammates was a difficult task, but Karasuma does it effortlessly.

That is why, your feelings of admiration and adoration for him were justified, right?

Having been in the same squad as him for quite some time, your respect for him has steadily grown. No one could deny that he was an asset to the team.

Thus, feeling overjoyed when he reached new achievements, and disheartened when he gets defeated, were like second nature to you.

You were even agonizing over him when he got hurt, which led to a series of nights where Konami shared the room with you, comforting you when you almost passed out from near exhaustion.

Despite that, you swore that you were just an avid supporter, and he was just a respected teammate. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why was it that the distance between the two of you had caused such distress and confoundment?

Getting a good view of his side profile, you begin to mark out his eyes, a dirty golden under the warm afternoon sun. Soft wavy hair draped around his eyes, swaying gently whenever a breeze passes by. You hear your heartbeat quicken and you could've sworn it started beating out of your wrist. Shutting your eyelids tight, you prayed to heavens that he couldn't hear your uneven breathing. Well this isn't good.

"When it's you, I could never lie. I wouldn't do it either."

Your eyes flew open as you gazed upon the man before you. His body hadn't moved, but his eyes rest on yours, studying your expression. His head tilts towards you slightly, and you spot the smallest smirk evident on his face. Oh you are so going to kill him. What kind of blatant lie was tha-

"Hm, this is the first time I've seen you uttered a total truth, Karasuma-senpai."

Kuga's frank statement made you did a double, nay, triple take. Torimaru? Not lying? Impossible.

The person in question freezes at his kouhai's interjection, quick to straighten up after realizing their attention had turned to the two of you. Meanwhile, your mind was running a mile a minute. Is he for real? Did he really mean what he said? Beads of sweat start to form on your face as you recalled a certain incident.

You winced as the damp cloth lightly brushes over your swelling temple, careful not to fidget around too much. Karasuma retracts his hand, muttering a small apology before continuing to treat your bruise, his touches more gentle than before.

"This is why I didn't want to do this. How could you fall face flat on a skateboard?" His calm voice almost lulls you to sleep, had not been the fact that your head felt like it was a skate away from splitting open. You struggled to open your eyes, letting them roam everywhere except to his.

You knew it was a bad idea the moment you asked him to teach you to skateboard. He was quick to refuse, but you were even quicker to refute. You stubbonly argued that him being able to skateboard must have contributed to his skills as a Border agent, hence you had to learn it as well.

Karasuma eventually relented, seeing how adamant you were at proving your theory. He suggested that you wore some training gear for a first, but being the overconfident person you are, you declined, and who was he to stop an unwavering determination?

Alas, that resolution was very much short-lived.

Your eyes ultimately rests on your lap, the feeling of guilt starting to creep in. You couldn't blame anyone but yourself, and now you had paid the price. If you had just listened to Torimaru's warnings, all of this wouldn't have happened. You silently cursed to yourself. The one time your stubborness was apparent, you had managed to embarrass youself in front of him.

"I'm sorry."

You noticed the slender fingers on your temple had stopped, hovering just above your swelling bruise. Unsure of his reaction, you looked up hastily, and instantly regretted it.

Faces being mere inches away from each other, his golden eyes were staring right into yours. His expression was unreadable, and you could hear your thoughts at the back of your mind yelling at you to look away, but you simply couldn't.

His eyes had captivated you, and you found yourself gazing back with just as much force. You could feel your face starting to glow red, and the hairs on the back of your neck standing. How are you surviving this? You had no clue.

After what seemed like forever, he lets out a small smile, and you could barely notice his eyes soften towards you. He finishes treating your wound, and rests his palm on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

"It's alright, i'm just glad it didn't get any worse. I wouldn't forgive myself if I had caused you anymore pain. You're special to me after all."

You had to stop yourself from getting whiplash as you spun your head away from his enticing gaze. Hiding your face behind the back of your hand, your heart starts to race as your hands start to turn clammy. What the hell..when did he get so brazen?

"-Y/n? Hey y/n? You still with me?" A hand is brought into view as you blinked away the sudden recollection. You shook your head as you realised where you were, and tried to focus on what was in front of you,... but oh how you wish you didn't.

There he was, bending down to your level, a hand beside your thigh while the other tries to garner your attention. It was just the two of you left in the room, you realised. The others must have left when you were deep in thought. Oh dear, how do you keep ending up in these situations?

Quickly recovering from your state of mind, you nodded at him, a little too fast for your liking. He chuckled as he explains to you that Jin had ordered pizza for dinner and that everyone was headed to the dining room. You thanked him and let him know that you would be out in a minute.

"Alright, i'll wait for you at the table. Better come soon before Kuga eats it all." He flashes his signature smile before moving towards the entrance of the living room. Just before he steps out however, you call out to him.

"Hey, what did you mean when you said that I was special to you?"

..You saw his back freeze at the sudden question, but it visibly relaxed a few moments after. You were slightly nervous as to what he was going to say, but you needed any type of clarification you could get.

Without missing a beat, he turns his head to the side, and for the first time you see a bashful smile appearing on him.

"You matter to me more than anyone here." Karasuma mutters quietly. It took you a painstakingly long minute to process what he had just said, and by the time it sinked in, he was already long gone.

You slowly reached up to touch your flaming cheeks, getting increasingly aware of how red it was becoming. You couldn't even hear your fast-paced heartbeat, your mind running a million thought per second. That was when you knew, that you had fallen in love with Border's resident scruffy hottie, Karasuma Kyosuke.

~Fin~

(a/n: if you've made it this far, thank you for indulging in my hc & selfish desires. i actually started this draft last year, but I kept having to re-edit the first few parts, which caused me to lose motivation to finish writing it. however, I managed to finish it & post it now so good job me! altho I do apologise if the ending seems a bit rushed. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated & i'll see you around when i get the motivation to post another one. stay safe and hydrated, peace out!)

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luffytaro-zo · 1 year

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snooze | rayleigh x fem!reader

summary: small bits of a relationship with the dark king, kinda of reader as shakky? 15/20 year age gap, ray and reader met after the roger pirates disbanded.

wc: 0.9k | cw: none

Being with Rayleigh is, surprisingly, refreshing.

He's great company, quiet and comforting most of the time, but also the easiest person to make conversation with, someone you could have actual discussions with that didn't turn into fights. And he's good. A good man, with a strong moral compass and sense of justice; a good lover, with a sweet tongue and the most attentive eyes, doing your body like nobody could.

Most of all, he's good for you. Silvers Rayleigh is an early bird, and waking up to fresh coffee with him made you enjoy mornings a bit more. He's organised and keeps you in line with him, you haven't missed a laundry day or slept with dishes dirty, and people were apparently right when they said your mood reflects your space. He's loyal, in his own way — you know he goes away for a while, sometimes you do too, but you can always come back to each other. There's never doubt that someone better will come along, no bittersweetness in your goodbye kisses. You part with a "see you, darling" and come back to the same welcome you'd give the other if you had just gone to get food on the next island.

He's lighthearted, bantering with you while doing your hair. Brushing it, braiding it, you call it, he's got it.

"I'm retired, love, we have all the time in the Grand Line."

"I'm aware, old man, just want to be sure you know what you're getting yourself into."

"Oh now I'm old? Cause last night I was…"

"Ray!"

His laugh thunders through his chest. It makes you laugh too.

On summer nights, he'd take you to look at the sky, teaching you little navigation secrets he learned in his time on the sea. Never in a cocky way, showing off how much he knows or belittling your knowledge. He was just stating facts, sharing things he loved and many times missed so dearly, still not used to the idea of not having them, and you were wise enough to learn from it.

Being with him made you a better version of yourself, even through the uncertainties.

"I'm not sure I like who I am, or even know who that is in the first place.", you whispered, back against his chest while you watched the moonlight and the waves.

"When people ask me about Roger, I never know what to say. He was just so… Himself. He was a great friend, the king of pirates, the worst singer I've ever heard. But those things always seemed to be parts of him, not what defined him. Maybe you're trying to put a finger on something none of us will ever be able to."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"You, for once. When I look at you, I see someone with so much passion, who thinks she has to be everywhere all at once. I see my insane lover who decided to waste her youth with an older man like me. Even if I could list all the things that are a part of you, when someone asked me about you, all of them would not be enough. I believe we're a bit more than just what meets the eye, that's all."

You digested his words while he took a sip of sake, putting his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"It's a nice thought. How do I like this thing I don't see, then?"

"I've no idea. I just woke up one day and knew."

"That you like who you are?"

He smiled, kissing your forehead. "That I love you."

You had ups and downs, sure, but it was never devastating, voices were never raised. Sometimes you both needed a bit of space to cool off, although it never got in the way of the immense respect and care you had for each other. In the rare occurrence tears got to your eyes, Rayleigh would stop and apologise, hugging you tight and not letting go.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry."

"It's 'kay. I'm sorry too. And I love you." You sniffled a bit, his warm hold comforting, home.

"Love you so much."

Being with Rayleigh was a constant surprise.

"Ray, why are you looking at me like that?" you asked him, your sweaty bodies tangled under the sheets. "I know I'm great at it, but compose yourself."

He half chuckled, pulling you closer.

"I agree. However, I was thinking about something else."

"Enlighten me."

"How do you feel about marriage?"

"In general? Doesn't seem like a great idea. Seen many, most were shit. But you know what? When I think of you, of us, I'm willing to take a shot."

"Good to know."

Rayleigh pulled you to him again, kissing you, covering your body with his, and you knew you'd get very little sleep.

Now, many years later, from behind the counter, you couldn't quite see your husband's face as he talked to an excited black haired, straw hat wearing boy, but you could still tell by his voice what lines were popping up around his eyes, what hand gestures he was making. You loved him differently and all the same. It was still refreshing, however, you found a better word.

Being with Rayleigh was a blessing. And when he looks over his shoulder and smiles at you, you know he thinks so too.

i got a bit philosophical with this one. been thinking a bit too much about the silver headed man i like, so i had to get it out of my system. hopefully this was it.

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luffytaro-zo · 1 year

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Affection with Law is...

…many things.

It is quiet.

It is a lingering glance from across the room that only lasts a moment. But the teasing curl of his lip when he caught your gaze made it feel like a lifetime.

It is the quiet flipping of pages in his office on an off kilter beat that bumps back and forth between the both of you.

It is natural.

It is a mindless ‘babe’ slipping through his lips,

A stunned silence lingers over the crew surrounding you both. Your reflexive returned call becomes the catalyst for the chaotic yells and cheers that surround you.

Your smiles covering the shame of not telling them that you had been dating for several months already.

It goes unnoticed by most.

It is loud and brash and chaotic and cheerful in the belly of the Polar Tang. A heated session ignites between you and Shachi at dinner. You are sitting side by side with Law as he speaks intently with Bepo. And under the heavy layer of noise, silent understanding slips it way under as you both begin to switch the foods on your plate. He liked rice more anyway.

But openly laid bare to you.

It is you forcing him awake from a panic induced nightmare, hyperventilation clutching his lungs with an iron grip.

Your calls for the submarine to surface are lost to his ears. Your voice is too tiny, your presence is somehow too far and far too close.

But what did that matter, if he couldn't even see straight? Couldn't breathe? Couldn't think.

What did it matter if you grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the open deck, the floor still freshly wet with small puddles of sea water? What did it matter if you made him lay on his back and forced him to breathe in the salty air, as the stars moved past his blurred vision with a mocking lethargy. What did it matter if you repeatedly told him again and again that he wasn't in that box anymore? That he was free?

He was free…?

…He was free…

He is free…

Somehow…Some way… as he turned his head to look at you staring into the stars.

He was beginning to understand the reason why it mattered.

for: @510hz

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