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Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Eustass Kid. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it quickly got out of hand very fast. Looks like a two or three parter. afab!reader - but can be read as gn.

Themes: senseless flirting, mature themes, NSFW language, choking, vulgarity, promiscuity, shamelessness, heart-pirate!reader x captain!Eustass Kid, this reader is a perpetual and shameless flirt, heart pirates x reader, partial zoro x reader, platonic law x reader.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here

Song Suggestion: It's Cuffing Season - Dj Rehan, JW Velly

Within the rotund chasm of the crew dining quarters rung a loud and rambunctious melody. The sway of your hips and the lyrics falling from your smiling lips alongside Shachi and Penguin had the mood of the hour joyful and merry. The speakers ignited with the crackle of the powerful ballad screaming over the powered mounted system bordering the ceiling. You swayed your body with Ikkaku’s, your lips relaying the lyrics to the rambunctious melody with a suggestive smile, a smile mirrored by her own elevating to her lips.

These were the cool-down hours: where the Heart-Pirate crew were able to complete tasks they had set aside, or wind down after a hard day's work of following Captain Law’s orders aboard the Polar Tang. Despite his tired and lackluster expression constantly painted across his exhausted face, your captain, Trafalgar D Water-Law, encouraged his entire crew to engage in some lesser restraint as they quiet down before the changeover in shift.

Law was yet to join in on the celebrations, opting to remain behind in his office for reasons you were yet to become privy to. Although he never allowed himself to truly let go and sway his hips, cry tactless lyrics into the air; he truly enjoyed witnessing the crew join together like this. There were only a few songs he would ever mutter the lyrics along to, most of which were harder in musicality, angst-driven in their choruses, and distorted in tonality. Yet, he would always have a soft smile elevated on his lips when the few of you would gyrate, sway, sing and scream alongside the music over the speakers.

As Shachi drew a stainless steel whisk up to his lips and began to shout the lyrics into the crossed tip, the music cut out from its place within the electrical power system. In its stead, Captain Trafalgar Law’s voice dictated a few short and curt orders.

“All hands above deck. Repeat, all hands to the deck. Prepare the Polar Tang to be boarded for a Nakama encounter,” you snapped to the direction of the speaker, Ikkaku’s dancing movements halting beside yours as you listened for further instruction over the system. As no further orders fell from the mechanical mesh, you readjusted your fallen zipper of your white, boiler jumpsuit and spring into action.

“Ohh, a crew boarding? I hope it’s the Straw-Hats! I want to see that little reindeer again,” Bepo noted politely, the thump of his heavy feet stomping along the iron floor beside your smaller steps almost comical.

“Oh, the crew with the green-haired swordsman coming aboard again?” You asked him, brow quirking and smirk rising at the corner of your lips. Ikkaku laughed at your comment, clapping you on the shoulder and walking with Shachi and Penguin in tow behind you.

“The one that was almost your type?” Ikkaku’s smile quirked up at Shachi’s question, his arm hooking over your neck as he spoke down into your ear.

“But not quite, remember?” You giggled at him, playfully extending the sharp secondary knuckle of your index finger into his ribcage, his breath huffing out a hasty exhale at the jolt. Ikkaku and Penguin laughed at Shachi’s wince of pain, his laughter also rising with his crewmates’ and your own.

Amongst the Heart-Pirates, the crew were not unaccustomed to your unrestrained flirting with them. From your close proximity, to the brush of your fingertips, to a warm embrace offered from your arms, to you lounging against them in the quiet hours. But most of all, your vulgar and unwithheld language going far enough to make the most hardened members of the Heart-Pirates’ cheeks tint crimson.

It was a game to you, keeping things lively and interesting aboard your ship as you served alongside them as Law’s chief tinkerer. Nothing ever came of the suggestive conversations and provocative language you offered aside from a friendly kiss, alongside the words, “Sorry, love. You’re not my type.”

As your feet met with the grated bars of the steel steps leading to the deck, Law’s voice cut over the speakers once more to address the crew.

“All hands to the deck, aside from my tinkerer. Go to your workshop and await further instruction,” the distorted crack of his voice did very little to mask the disdain in his voice. There was something bothering your captain - such a bother depicted in his bored and aloof tone. The harbor which anchored such a dirge-like expression which you had very little explanation for. That was, until, the snickering beside you hissed through the smiling teeth of the three human crew members beside you.

“What’s so funny?” you spat, shimmying from the crook of Shachi’s arm and facing the four of them with your hands on your hips.

“Oh, nothing,” Ikkaku giggled before sucking her lips into her mouth to stifle more of her laughter from freely falling from between them. You glanced between the other three, all raising their hands in defense to your pointed gaze.

“Alright, keep your damn secrets to yourselves,” you scoffed, turning your nose up in the air at them before snuggling into Bepo, who eagerly returned your brief embrace, “I’ll see you after the Nakama meet up, I suppose.” They bid their farewells to you, snickering and giggling as they exited the iron hatch of the Polar Tang to rise above decks.

After sculking the halls down the long and lonely corridors to your office, you were shocked at the sight greeting you upon opening the large door. Although he depicted further instruction was awaiting you, you were anticipating private instruction to be carried through your personal Den-Den-Mushi rather than meeting with your Captain himself.

Captain Law was sitting at your desk, his ankles hooked on top of your workbench with his hands laced behind his head, cradling his neck. He lazily glanced through the corner of his eyes at you before slowly unlacing his ankles and rising to his feet. His fingertips clasped his impressive sword, the smoothness of his scabbard reflected in the dim light of your office.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Cap? Shouldn’t you be-?” you began, your words halted immediately by Law’s response.

“-Cut the shit, Tink,” your titled nickname falling in lieu of your real name or formal title from Law’s lips. You relaxed your shoulder against the doorframe, folding your arms across your chest while pursing your lips. You tapped your index finger on your bicep while you awaited further direction from the man in front of you.

With an exasperated sigh, he elevated his slender, tattooed, fingers to his brow and pinched the center between his index and thumb. He huffed a final growl before he bore his honeyed eyes into your awaiting features.

“It seems I will be unable to keep you distracted for the entire time they’ll be here this time,” he muttered to himself in a voice almost impossible for you to catch. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to question him further. He halted your words by removing his fingers from his brow to face his palm out to you.

“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” he continued to hold his intense and stern gaze into your eyes, “Don’t.”

“‘Don’t’ what, Law? What are you talking about-?” you began, halted again by Law’s dictation once again.

“-Just...” Law turned his face slightly away from you, “...-Just don’t, okay? I know you, I know what you’re like, and I’m just letting you know now, and know once. Don’t.”

You were unable to form an adequate response before he stormed out of your workshop and wordlessly gestured for you to follow behind him above deck with his index finger, a hooked motion calling to you. Your captain’s words swirled in your head, your eyes locking on to his neck and tracing his skin with your inquisitive gaze.

Your relationship with your captain was as close a friendship as you could ever muster with such a person. He sought out your skills as a tinkerer, your reputation preceding you when you demonstrated your skilled hands to him. You both bonded over unique collections, his coins and comics, your rocks and pinned insect and arachnid display. Both having a unique place to relay information about your special and unique interests with one another was sacred, and so incredibly special to the both of you.

Where Law and you differed was in how you chose to display your humors: Law holding his hand close to his chest before he truly displays how unhinged his humor was with dark commentary, whereas you were a perpetual flirt with provocative language and sultry advances. You both held each other in a professional standing, before your words took a turn for requited flirtation. Law would reciprocate your vulgarity, and you would mirror back that darkness he expressed, if ever your conversations became flirtatious and humorous with him.

And that is where, like the others, you ended the flirtatious rapport with a simple utterance of: “Forgive me, Cap. You’re not my type,” which threw the captain and crew into an uproar of outrageous laughter. Speculating on what exactly your type was, you finally gave into their incessant interrogation after being offered your fifth drink for the evening from the hands of Shachi.

“Fine,” you spat, your arm swaying as you handled your filled pint, “I like them big. And I truly mean big. Like, throw me over the shoulder big. Like, ‘will it fit’ big. Especially if they’ve got that feral twinkle in their eyes that looks at you like they’d want to kill you,” you confessed, your voice swooning at the thought. After taking a heaping gulp from your drink, you added, “You’re all very beautiful, handsome, and spectacular. But, I just need someone who looks like they could lovingly and desperately break me in half. Bonus points if they’re good with machines, so we can bond.”

After coming down from your whimsical confession, you glanced at the crew. Bepo’s ears were covered by both Shachi and Penguin’s hands - all three of their jaws comically slackened. Law’s teeth were clenched in an awkward, cringe-like, straightened smile with lazy, half-hooded eyes. Ikkaku’s cheeks were tinted red with the elevated hue of rushed blood, her lips broken into a wide grin with her eyes twinkling at the confession.

All of these things were true. You were a person of refined taste, a taste which seemed scarce to come by with the crew you had found yourself working beside. There was Jean Bart, but he was not overly interested in tending to a relationship with you. There was Uni, but your interests fell short when he only depicted gentleness and kindness towards you in lieu of your craving for something more brutal.

Both men remained high spirited and friendly with you despite your attempt at a fling with them falling through. You needed something more. Something more unhinged. Something a little unpredictable, feral and dangerous.

As Law led you above deck, the voice of Jean Bart called for all crew to fall in line to welcome the Nakama crew above deck. Without looking up, you hastily drew yourself between Penguin and Ikkaku, Shachi on the other side of Penguin and Bepo beside Ikkaku as you all stood alert with your arms by your sides.

“At ease, Heart-Pirates,” Law commanded, shooting you one more pointed and narrow-eyed look before turning back to speak with the foreign captains and their crews. It seemed two crews had joined the deck of the Polar Tang: The Straw-Hat Pirates alongside another crew you did not recognise. You quickly examined the First-Mate of the Straw-Hat crew, who met your eyes with a small smirk before returning back to fix his gaze on his captain alongside his crew.

Zoro was almost your type. A night you shared with one another, being evidence enough to your crew, that you had nearly found someone you deemed feral and hulking enough to share in your company. When your lips met his: his actions were closer to timid and gentle as they joined with yours. The fires of passion were there, the small amount of danger also present, but he was still not your type. He was handsome, sure enough. He was aggressive, absolutely. He reciprocated your flirtations with a small elevation of flush tinting his cheeks a warm hue of pink, which you found endearing.

The night concluded with a few deepened kisses, roaming touches from your hands holding each other firmly beneath the stars aboard the Sunny. However, nothing further ever came between the two of you. After that night, the you both remained quite good friends and shared in each other's company, with unhinged and illicit conversation, each time Law met with his captain. He kept pace with you when you drank, spurting dark vulgarity subtly into your ear at the dining table when your crews met; but it was all in good humor and never truly to initiate anything rising further between you.

A small pull at the corner of your sleeve from Ikkaku broke you away from your reminiscing, your face turning to look at her with your brows knitting in confusion. Her lips were sucked into her mouth, her eyes wide in excitement as she bore her gaze directly ahead.

“What’s wrong with you?” your hushed whisper growled at her. She removed her grip on your sleeve and raised her hand to your chin, turning your head without pulling her eyes away from their fixed point in front of her.

“This is who the Captain was keeping from you. Ever wonder why he’d been working you so hard when we meet up with certain crews? He’s why,” she muttered, her lips still sucked within her lips to stifle her rising joy. You allowed her to turn your jaw ahead, your eyes meeting with a hulking figure of a man with fiery red hair.

Your jaw fell slack before your lips pulled up into a broad smile as your eyes fixed themselves on him. He was intimidating, he was hulking, and he was big. Your eyes shamelessly raked themselves over his body, halting on his calves, his thighs, his ass, his arm, his metal arm, his broad chest, his grimace, his makeup, his blaster goggles hoisting his untamed locks away from his face-.

-You hastily drew your eyes back to his left arm, metal in make and incredibly large. It looked heavy, intricate, and mechanical. Your interest deepened at each sway of his arms, flex of his muscles and wind of cogs and bolts within his intricate piece attached to his severed limb. Starstruck, captivated, and interest immediately peaked; you continued to rake your eyes over this foreign man aboard the Polar Tang.

“O-Oh? Oh m-my-...” you couldn’t find the words to form a cohesive string of sentences, your eyes fixed on his arm as you studied it. His mechanical fingertips were clenching, his grimace splitting his scarred face, and his hair bobbing beneath blaster goggles each time he opened his mouth to speak.

“I know, right? Law has been trying so desperately to keep you from meeting him,” Ikkaku added, prompting you to hum deeply in interest with your tongue darting out to dampen your bottom lip.

“That’s your type, then?” Penguin and Shachi uttered in unison, their downturned smiles through gritted teeth cringing through the question.

“That’s-,” you took a moment to collect your thoughts, swallowing a lump of dry saliva within your mouth, ”-Exactly, my type,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke aloud.

“And this is why each time we see the Victoria Punk, we have to keep you below deck and distracted,” Ikkaku managed to stutter out through her giggles. You quickly snapped your eyes back to her, your gaze narrowed and accusatory.

“We’ve had him,” you snapped your eyes away from the hulking gentleman to stare at Ikkaku, “On the Polar Tang more than once?” You snapped your eyes from Ikkaku to turn to Penguin on your other side, “And you managed to keep me distracted?” you uttered through gritted teeth. Ikkaku shrugged her shoulders, puffing out her cheeks to halt an uproar of laughter from falling from her lips.

“Captain’s orders,” Shachi confirmed with a curt nod, stooping out from falling in line to meet his spectacle-covered eyes with yours, “He knows what you’re like, and how you’d react.” He stepped back in line and grunted out a soft cough to clear his throat.

You turned your eyes back to the redhead, quickly looking over his hulking crew before hardening your resolve and humming deeply.

“I am-...” you began, raking your eyes back over his body again, “...-I am going to climb him like a tree.”

Snickers began to fall through the nose of Ikkaku, a small giggle elevating in Penguin’s chest, a huff of air snorting through Shachi’s nose.

“I gotta know what that hand does,” you confessed, your eyes full of wonderment and your tone full of longing desire, “What it feels like. Is it smooth? Does it have different settings? Is it cold? Can he control the pressure? I have to know, for science. I want him-...” you trailed off before dreamily adding: “...-To choke me.”

More laughter and teeters from your friends around you threatened to break through the seal of their clenched lips, Penguin raising his palm to halt his laughter.

“Look at his eyes. He’s got so much pent up hate in that twinkle,” you continued, a whimsical sigh exiting your lips, “I hope he’s the type that scowls into your face while he fucks you hard. Or maybe he’s the type to bend you over a desk while he frantically rams himself into you.”

Ikkaku’s higher pitched whimpered laughter almost broke through her lips, elevating both her hands to clench over the bottom half of her face to stifle her laughter. Penguin was not faring much better, his teeters boiling close to breaking point. Shachi pulled his hat over his eyes in an effort to hide his blush.

“I wonder if all of him is as big, hard and angry as the rest of him,” you hummed, deep in thought. A choked snort threatened to break through Shachi’s nose, Ikkaku held her breath while Penguin cringed behind his palm.

Zoro immediately drew his eye away from his captain and examined the five of you all huddled together in a line. He focussed on your lips moving, reading the unhinged commentary you were entertaining your crewmen with: noticing your gaze was fixed on Eustass Kid. His smirk immediately broke up his lips, his eyes closing as he huffed out a subtle laugh he disguised with a cough.

“And the scars. Are they sensitive? I wonder if he’d writhe when I lick them,” you spoke with wonderment, “How far do they go down? Is it just his face, neck, arm, and chest - or do they go all the way down his body? I would happily lick, kiss and suck my way down while mapping his flesh beneath my lips. Oooh, I wonder if he’s ticklish.”

Zoro’s gaze was now fully fixed on your lips, relaying every word of your hushed conversation lowly to Nami standing beside him. She began holding in her own laughter, choking back stifled whimpers while hearing the repetition of your vulgarity from the first-mate beside her. Nami was also a crewmate you enjoyed spending time with when the Nakama meetings drew the Straw-Hats and Heart-Pirate crews together, appreciating how effortlessly you relayed your desires and flirtations to your crewmen.

“And his face paint. Does it smear when it's coated in sweat and saliva? His face looks like a comfortable place to sit,” you raked your eyes over his face, focussing on his grimacing lips, “He looks like he’d be an aggressive kisser. I wonder if he bites when he eats pu-.”

That was the comment that broke the seal, the three companions by your side finally breaking into an uproar of laughter. The three crews and their captains snapped their attention over to you. You held a look of absolute innocence, your eyes finally meeting with the intimidating presence of the feral, redheaded captain.

His intense rage directed at you had you swooning, your knees buckling and your breath sighing at him. Heat flushed your cheeks the longer your eyes were locked with his. The flutter of your heartbeat and deep sigh departing from your lips perplexed him, depicted by the rage-riddled confusion knitting his brows together deeper.

Without warning with a few quick strides, your captain strutted over to your position among your crewmates.

“Tinkerer,” he spat, your body doing little to hide your longing as you desperately attempted to look behind Trafalgar Law to return your gaze to the Nakama behind you, “I said don’t.”

“Sorry, sir,” you apologized sincerely, snapping your eyes up to his intense gaze,and assuming a more formal position. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chin elevated in the air and your expression hardened and practiced.

“I just-...” he growled, his eyes clamping shut tightly before reopening, “...It was a suggestion, Tink. Not an order.” He straightened his posture, swirling his neck to relieve it of tension, “At ease, but keep it quiet. Alright?”

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled, relaxing in your stature and beaming a brilliant smile up at him with a shrug, “I am going to test out how loud I can make him roar my name while he fills me full of his hot, sticky cu-.”

“-TINK!” Law scolded you with an exasperated growl, the remainder of the Heart-Pirates bursting into a large, unbridled gaggle of laughter.

Far enough away to not hear the conversation Law was holding with you, Zoro’s smirk cut his face wider at Law’s roar. A low, rumbled chuckle shook Zoro’s shoulders, alerting Luffy and Eustass Kid of his amusement.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kid’s voice cracked through the air, causing Zoro’s chuckle to halt but his amusement remained.

“Go ask Cap’n Law’s crew,” Zoro suggested nonchalantly with a shrug. Luffy quirked his head to the side, his wide eyes holding mild curiosity. Nami clapped her hands over her lips and shook her head, while Robin’s knowing smile drew itself up to decorate her face with her humor.

“Why would I do that?” Kid growled, turning his intense auburn eyes back to the scene befaling Law and his crew. Law turned back to the two captains, a rise of a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fixed his hat atop his head.

Behind the tattooed captain, you stood with your brow raised and following your captain’s retreat. He examined you briefly, noting you were holding a hushed conversation with your crewmates behind your captain’s back that had a blush rise to their cheeks, lips curling up into broad smiles, and shoulders quaking in laughter. You were confident, that much was sure.

As Kid met his eyes with yours, he saw your cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes glancing at him with a beckoning taunt. He watched as you shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, pausing on a few key areas and your lips moving with a smile as you spoke.

Kid immediately rose to your challenge, striding immediately over with haste and brushing his shoulder heavily past Law’s - who was too late to halt the meeting of an impossible force colliding with an immovable object. Law held out his arm in warning, an action falling short as the hulking figure covered your body in the shroud of his shadow. His presence sucked the very breath from your body, his intense, piercing gaze burned you as you gazed into them. Lips curling back into a snarl, he scrunched his nose alongside his brows.

“The fuck are you all laughing at?” He roared, his hard gaze stealing the air from within your lungs. He was even more spectacular at his closer proximity, holding you briefly starstruck under his dangerous aura.

“Aww, nothing to say? Something clamping down on your tongue to keep it from moving?” he grimaced his lips up into a cruel snarl. At his taunt, your brief awestruck expression was replaced with a channel for your vulgarity.

“Why, are you offering?” You bite back, your eyes dark with their challenge, “I bet you have an array of things you could use to keep my tongue occupied.” His eyes widened, his grimace falling a little at your words.

“Come again?” He asked, hunching over to draw his face close to yours. He bore his teeth at you, his shock written all over his face.

“I hope so, Sir,” you smile dreamily up at him, “As many times as you can handle it.”

Your crewmen beside you sucked in whimpered breaths, hoping and praying the larger man at least found humor in your comments if not anything else. You continued to hold your half-lidded eyes, glazed over with unwithheld lust and need meeting with his wide eyes, pupils shrunk small and expression angry.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he spat, his brows creasing in the middle of his forehead as his scowl returned, “I should gag, choke and flog you for that.”

“And I would say ‘thank you’, Sir,” you hummed in affirmation, stepping your body closer to his towering form. Reactionary, he stepped further towards you, completely ignoring your crewmates beside you witnessing your interaction. You could feel the waves of tension elevating and igniting fury beneath his hulking form.

“If this is your way of pissing me off,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice echoing within his chest shot a delightful shiver to your spine, “Believe me, it’s fuckin’ working, Sunshine.”

Your heart swelled at his bestowment of such a sweet title onto you, your comrades in arms staring at you in horror as you swooned. Shachi and Penguin were rapidly shaking their heads from side to side in an attempt to warn you to cease your shameless advance of the foreign captain. Ikkaku stifled a smaller gasped whimper, while Bepo covered his ears.

“So violent,” your voice shuddered in delight with an airy breathiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you intend on seeing it through, Sir.”

Eustass Kid was stunned.

He had not received such provocative and forthcoming flirtation in this way before, and he truly had no idea if your crude words were just a depiction of your humor to entertain yourself, or if you truly meant what you were saying. If your expressions were just an act to draw a laugh from your crewmen, he no longer wanted to take part in engaging with you in this way. However, if you were truly interested in him - your shameless and tasteless salaciousness was indeed igniting something within the tinkerer-captain.

“You don’t even know who I am, Sunshine,” he informed you, drawing up his mechanical left hand and threatening to cage your neck within its cool, steely grip.

“Then educate me on the name I’ll be blissfully crying praises for, Sir,” you groaned, leaning your neck against the index finger of the mechanical contraption.

“You got a lot of nerve to be talking shit about me in front everyone,” he pressed the heel of his metallic palm further into your flesh and curled the digits around your throat, “I’m not a fan of being the butt of some fucked up joke.”

“They’re not laughing at you, Sir. It’s ridicule at my expense,” you confessed, groaning at the feeling of cool metal pressing dangerously hard against your jugular, “They’re laughing at how much I want you, which I do. I really do, if you’re up to the task.”

Kid’s breath was now taking its turn in being stolen from his lungs, your confession weighing as heavy on his heart as his mechanical arm was on his shoulder. He took a moment to process the words falling freely from your lips before he calculated an appropriate response.

“The fuck did you just say-...?” Kid asked you quietly, his arm faltering its grip around your neck while his balled fist clenched tighter to stifle his rising anger.

“You heard me,” you taunted him further, not tearing your eyes from his for even a moment. Your smile never faltered, your eyes displaying their unbridled lust and craving for him within your blackened pupils, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told twice.”

“And what kind of guy do I look like to you?” he spat at you, wringing your neck between his steel fingers.

“A big one,” you gasped a whimpering moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt every movement offered by the mechanical contraption. You would adore taking the time to study such a beautiful object in your workshop, but for now; your curiosity was satisfied by the feeling of the hulking larger man caging you beneath its cool grasp.

“You want me to show you how big I really am, Sunshine?” his face split into a broad grin, his brow creasing in the center to deepen his sinister expression, “At least you already know how to call me ‘Sir’.”

Before you could utter another word, Law pulled the captain’s attention away from you with a grasp of his hand on his right forearm. Before he could squeeze his metal fingers around your neck further, he drew them away from your flesh as Captain Law interrupted your building tension.

“Captain Kid,” his stern voice cut through the air, the redhead’s eyes snapped over to meet with the yellow irises of your captain, “I apologize for my tinkerer’s obscenity. They know better,” he shot you a pointed look, one you returned with a stubborn huff of breath. “Tink, I warned you. You’re dismissed. Workshop, now.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” you spat, your heels clicking together as you saluted him with your index and middle finger. You marched yourself below decks, mentally scolding yourself on your shamelessness in front of someone who was finally your type.

As the door closed behind you, Law released a breath he didn’t know he was withholding. As he opened his mouth to speak, Kid spoke over him.

“Did you say tinkerer, Traffy?” his eyes were still fixed on the door you just exited through, his voice almost soft in curiosity.

“That I did,” Law confessed with a huffed breath, “Let’s get back to our meeting so we can get this bullshit over with, yeah?”

“Yeah…” Kid exhaled, turning back to meet his gaze with Luffy and his own crew. He spared one more glance over his shoulder towards the lower deck door of the Polar Tang. Curiosity had you plaguing his thoughts, swirling within every crevice of his mind as he attempted to engage in the fruitless Nakama meeting with the Heart, Kid and Straw-Hat pirate captains.

Pausing just before joining up with Luffy, Kid turned once more to Law and grunted out a small cough. Law lazily turned his face over to him, angling his chin upwards to stare at the larger man. Kid’s cheeks dusted with a small tint of pink, elevating his right hand and pressing it against his lips while grunting through his next choice words.

“They single?”

Law groaned, throwing his head back as he and Kid rejoined themselves next to Luffy to discuss the next aspect of their meeting: no words finding anchor within the Straw-Hat captain’s mind, as he was too busy contemplating when the next meal was to be presented. Will Sanji cook it? Will Kid’s crew, or Law’s provide it? Will it include meat? He hoped it would.

Part 2

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🪡Chapter Twelve: Reminded me of You

You leaned against the table, watching a few other people walk in and out of the room. Although it was after class hours, there had more people in the studio than usual, though thankfully nothing too overcrowded.

“Hey, here’s your stuff, i’m sorry we had to meet up kinda late again,” Ino spoke as he handed you the folded shirt and pants. “Thanks, and don’t worry about it, I was gonna come in to work on Yuki’s dress anyway.” You fixed the outfit into your bag, and began walking off, Ino following behind. “Good luck on your project Ino, from what you’ve showed me I think it’s going really well.” From the short time you’ve been around him, you could tell Ino was very optimistic and social. When you met with him he’d usually go off talking about whatever to keep the conversation going, and it always seemed to work.

“Thanks y/n, I really hope so, though I think i’m just gonna go get something from the shop outside my dorm building and sleep. I’m done for today. What about you?” You two continued making your way out as you talked. “I’m visiting my friend, the one that’s helping out Yuji with his project.” From past conversations you had found out that Ino knew Yuji, and apparently Megumi too.

“Oh cool, you gonna go help them too?” “No, just bringing them some stuff from the store, Nobara sent me the location.” “Oh nice, well if we’re heading the same way I don’t mind walking around with you.” “Sure that’s fine.”

Unlucky for you, once you bought everything you wanted, two large bottle sodas and a couple bags of chips and candies, the cashier had told you they had just run out of bags. You tried your best to carry it, putting a couple in your bag, but not much could fit and the sodas were becoming uncomfortable to carry. You started considering just leaving some of it behind. “Need help?” You turned your head to see Ino, who only had a bag of chips in his hand. “If we’re going to the same building I can help you drop it off.” “um well.. that would be helpful, yeah.”

Yuji opened the door, only to find you and Ino, both with hands full. “Hey Yuji, surprise!”

“Y/n, Ino what are you guys doing here?” “I’m just helping out, but it’s nice to see you man!”

“Who is it?” you heard an all too familiar voice ask from behind Yuji. He whipped his head around to face Megumi who had shown up beside him. “Hey Megumi, long time no see!” Ino announced.

“Hey Megumi!”

Megumi got up from the small living area and walked to the kitchen island in the shared dorm between Junpei and his roommate, who was currently out somewhere. He saw Yuji excitedly grab a bag of chips and rip it open. Junpei leaning against the counter laughing at his behaviour.

“Megumi, I got you something, I remember you said you liked things that pair with ginger, and I saw these and thought of you, I don’t know if you’ll like it but there’s other chips if you don’t want them.” You held up a bag of some type of Lay’s flavored chips with ginger, he had never really seen them before, but just the fact that you had bought them with him in mind was enough for him to give them a try. “Thanks, these are actually my favorite.” A white lie never hurt anyone. Yuji spoke up, “Really I thought that-” “These are my favorite.”

Author’s Note: when i was writing the chip part i had lays wasabi and ginger chips in mind, they’re low key good ngl i recommend if anyone likes those flavors

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nataliasquote · 3 months

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Double the trouble | a day out | n romanoff

Part of the ‘Double the trouble AU’

Summary: a day trip with 2 3-year-olds is a lot to handle…

Warnings: none

Pairings: WandaNat

wc: 2.9k

note: this was a request from anon (my first request!) so I hope I did it justice

- ⧗ -

Isla was always the loudest twin. She had all her firsts before her sister; word, steps, you name it, she beat Y/n to it. Which often left the younger girl feeling behind and unworthy, born to only follow in the shadows of her twin sister.

Natasha and Wanda tried their hardest to treat their girls equally, but with Y/n’s reluctance to try anything new and Isla’s strong temperament, they had a difficult situation on their hands.

Being three years old meant days were filled with trips to the park and fun days out for the whole family. Isla had been begging to go to the zoo, the colourful picture books she begged Wanda to read every night cementing her love for animals. Y/n nodded when asked if she wanted to go too. But what was she supposed to say? She did everything Isla did.

But the zoo wasn’t her thing. Whilst her older sister toddled around and pointed animatedly at all the different animals, Y/n stayed beside the stroller, her tiny hands fiddling with the fabric seat as she stared at the concrete pavement. Natasha tried her hardest to involve her, often picking her up so she could see over the fences and pointing to the monkeys who were chasing each other around the enclosure. But the little girl was having none of it, her fist wrapped around the strap of her mama’s tank top.

“What’s the matter maylshka?” Natasha asked, holding Y/n tight to her body as she lead them both over to a nearby bench. “I thought you loved the zoo?”

The small girl shook her head, flaming hair falling loose from its braids. “Isla like zoo. Not me.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed as she looked at her daughter. “But you said you wanted to go?”

Y/n gave her mother a glare. A very familiar one at that. “No. Isla said go. Not me.”

Natasha shifted so her daughter was now sat on her knee. She gently moved a stray piece of hair from her forehead and kissed it gently, rubbing the soft cotton of her t-shirt. “I’m sorry malyshka. I thought you wanted to go too.”

“It’s ok Mama,” Y/n said, placing her cool palms on her mother’s warm cheeks. Natasha smiled softly at the gesture and booped her on the nose, making the young girl giggle. “Can we get ice cream?”

Natasha pretended to think for a moment. “Ice cream? Hmmm, I don’t know.”

“I think yes!”

“Do you? And does Y/n make the rules now?”

The young girl nodded happily, her whole body moving with the force. “Ice cream!”

“Ok, big girl. Let’s get ice cream.” Natasha stood up from her seat and began to set Y/n down on the ground, but the three year old clung to her front like the monkeys behind her, tiny heels digging into Natasha’s waist. There were many things Nat loved about her youngest, but Y/n’s clingy nature was by far her favourite. It made her feel wanted, important.

With a stroller handle in one hand and a child balanced carefully in the other, Nat set off towards the jungle themed cafe she’d spotted on the map by the gate. Wanda had taken Isla off to god knows where, the young girl unable to sit still with so much happening around her.

The cafe itself was rather busy so Natasha expertly manoeuvred the stroller into a corner booth table and kicked the brake down so it wouldn’t roll into anyone’s way. She sank down onto the cushioned blue seat and allowed Y/n to straddle her lap, soft red hair tickling her nostrils as the young girl lay against her mother’s chest.

Natasha quickly scanned her surroundings before pulling out her phone and punching a quick update text to Wanda, who replied back with a video of Isla at the penguin enclosure.

“Look Y/n,” she turned her phone so the young girl could see but Y/n didn’t pay much attention. She watched for two seconds before her head went straight back to Natasha’s collarbone, finding more comfort there than anywhere else. “You’re really not bothered by the zoo, huh?”

Y/n shook her head lazily, her thumb coming up to brush against her lips, a telltale sign for Natasha who was well trained in motherhood.

“I think someone’s tired?” Another sleepy nod. “You wanna go for a nap, detka?” Talking was clearly too much for Y/n, who only replied with yet another nod. Natasha took her response and pulled the stroller close. However, she was met with some resistance as she tried to transfer a now squirmy three year old into her seat. “What’s wrong?”

“-na stay with you,” Y/n mumbled around her thumb before Nat gently prised it out of her mouth. Y/n’s big green eyes blinked up at her tiredly and Natasha couldn’t help but coo at the sight. Her girls were the most adorable things in her life and when they were tired they were so precious.

Nat moved her body back into the corner of the booth and allowed Y/n to swivel around so she was flat against her chest, cheek resting comfortably on the softness of Natasha’s chest. They may not be fed like that anymore, but the twins still found great comfort from their mamas’ chests.

It didn’t take long for Y/n’s breaths to even out and Natasha couldn’t help but take a quick selfie with her daughter, the moment too precious to capture. She stared at her screen with a blissful expression before posting it to her close friends’ instagram story. Only family and the occasional friend was allowed on there, and Yelena of course was the first to send a reply.

@ yelenabelova7

you better be bringing those munchkins to me soon. I want baby Y/n hugs too

Natasha rolled her eyes and laughed as she replied, flawlessly typing even with one hand.

@ natromanoff

i’m impressed you got the twin right. and i’m not putting them on a plane so you’ll have to come here. I know isla would love that.

@ yelenabelova7

I can’t believe you doubt me Natasha. I know my Y/n when I see her. Besides, she’s always clinging to you. You got the quiet one. Wanda has her hands full with the other monkey

@ natromanoff

They’re both our children, Lena. Wands is just happy to be dragged around a zoo. I’d rather sit

@ yelenabelova7

HA! You’re getting old sestra. You’re a mother, not a grandma. Not yet anyway.

Yelena’s comment made Natasha roll her eyes and place her phone down on the table. She cradled Y/n’s head to her chest and rocked her gently back and forth. A smile broke out across her face as she spotted her wife push through the large glass doors, Isla tugging on her arm impatiently.

Natasha held a finger up to her lips as her favourite girls approached, trying not to disturb her youngest. But her efforts were in vain as Y/n recognised the approaching voices and lifted her head to peer around. Wanda bent down and kissed her head softly, brushing her hair back as she pulled away.

“Hello sleepy head,” she cooed, taking a seat on the opposite bench and pulling Isla onto her lap. “Did the ice cream make you sleepy?”

“We didn’t even get that far, did we?” Natasha laughed, watching as Y/n’s head perked up at the mention of the sweet dessert.

“Can we get it now?”

Wanda looked down at Isla. “You wanna get some with me and we can bring it back for Y/n and Mama?”

“Sure!”

“Me go too!” Y/n squirmed off Natasha’s lap and ran over to Wanda, taking the hand on her other side. “Mama stay?” She asked, looking back at Natasha.

The redhead nodded. “I’ll hold down the fort.”

Wanda led the twins away like a mother duck and her ducklings, holding their hands tight until they reached the large glass cabinet. The young woman behind the counter smiled at the precious sight in front of her as the twins stretched up on their toes to peer in.

“Pink!” Y/n exclaimed, pointing to the candy floss ice cream that sounded disgusting in Wanda’s eyes. “Can I get pink?”

“Mommy I want chocolate!”

“What do we say when we want something?” Wanda asked, putting on her best ‘mom’ voice.

“Pleeeeeese?” The girls chorused, tiny toothy smiles dazzling up at their mommy. The worker chuckled and caught Y/n’s eye so she smiled widely at her too.

“That’s better. And yes, you can get whatever you would like. But you have to ask the nice lady politely.”

Isla being Isla spoke up first, puffing out her chest as she took a deep breath. “Please can I have chocolate please?” She pointed into the cabinet, just in case the server wasn’t sure which one was chocolate.

“Of course you can sweetheart. Is that in a cone or a cup?” Isla looked at her blankly and turned to Wanda, a clear cry for help.

“The smallest cone you do please. And just one scoop.” The girl nodded and began preparing her order. “They don’t need too much sugar.”

Once Isla’s order was complete the server turned to Y/n who was staring intently at all the colourful flavours. “Which one would you like sweetheart?”

“Pink?”

“Strawberry?” Y/n looked up at Wanda, tugging her sleeve for help. The mother shook her head and watched to see which one her daughter pointed too. Granted, Y/n could barely point in the right direction but her intention was enough to go off.

“I think she means the candyfloss. The one with the glitter on it.”

Y/n’s was scooped into a similar cone to Isla and then placed on the stand. Wanda quickly sorted herself and Natasha out; two scoops of honeycomb crunch in a cup for herself, and a double scoop of caramel coffee for Nat. Wanda always teased her wife for crunching on the coffee beans that topped her scoop. Natasha sure was a strange one when it came to her flavour preferences.

Ice creams clutched tightly in hands, Wanda ushered her little ducklings back to the safety of the booth where Natasha was waiting, a large grin plastered onto her face that mirrored that of her ice cream laden babies.

Sweet treats were consumed from the safety of the jungle themed cafe and Isla and Y/n swung their feet happily as they nibbled on their cones. Sticky hands and faces were just inevitable and Wanda was soon ready to attack both with baby wipes the second they were done.

“Did you two see everything you wanted to?” Natasha asked, scrolling through the pictures on Wanda’s phone of Isla at various exhibits.

“I saw lions!” Isla bared her teeth and roared, shaking her head like she’d seen the majestic creature do hours earlier. “And the ‘raffes!”

“Giraffes?”

“Yeah!”

Y/n tugged on Natasha’s sleeve and pointed to part of the mural covering the wall to her right. “They have those here?”

The colourful sea creatures were definitely oversaturated; pink sharks didn’t sit comfortably with Natasha. But she followed Y/n finger to a sparkly blue turtle and smiled, noticing how Isla and Wanda also did the same.

“I saw a sign for an aquarium around the corner,” Wanda said. “There could be turtles in there.”

“We go!”

“Now hold on a minute-“ Wanda started, but telling two sugared-up three years olds on a mission to slow down was a fruitless effort. Natasha grabbed both of their tiny wrists and gently tugged them back to the table, earning little angry glares from both girls.

“What did we say about running off?”

“But-“

“Not buts, Y/n. What did we say?”

“Don’t run off,” they said in unison, the floor now much more interesting than Natasha who wasn’t smiling. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok munchkin, just wait 2 minutes and we’ll be ready.”

Wanda and Natasha packed up quickly and headed towards the aquarium side of the zoo, eyes glued to the two little girls in front of them whose hands were tightly clasped together. They may have their favourite parent and stay glued to their side, but Y/n and Isla’s bond truly was unbreakable. Starkly different, yet inseparable.

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read Chapter 1 for warnings. descriptions of vomit at the beginning of this chapter. i am also very, very, very sorry

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock

Chapter 15

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Perhaps it was due to your first pregnancy being nonviable, but during your eighth week of pregnancy this time, you were constantly wracked with waves of nausea so crippling you could barely walk through your apartment without damp ripples of cold sweats flowing across the back of your neck and through your chest. Your clothes constantly felt damp, your heart seeming to beat a mile a minute with each breath you took, leaving you almost perpetually lightheaded and dizzy. There were many times in the past eight weeks where you worried if this was normal, but according to your doctor at your visit the week prior, it was completely normal and expected.

“Your body usually produces more blood while you’re pregnant to supply nutrients to the placenta, so you might experience shifts in your blood pressure or heart rate,” she explained.

You had to stifle a dry, humorous eye roll as your husband visibly perked up at the mention of a change in cardiac activity. No experiments on his wife, please and thank you.

But today, you didn’t have to worry about Law. He was currently about a quarter way through a grueling 28 hour shift, so you wouldn’t be seeing him until tomorrow evening. While you might have been inclined to schedule a day with your friends, or enjoy your time alone by blasting some music and getting some much-needed house cleaning done, you were once again quickly humbled by another wave of malaise that made you halt your movements around your kitchen and hunch over your counter, your head spinning in relentless circles and your forehead beginning to bead with sweat.

A cold, burning sensation began to creep up the back of your esophagus. It was happening.

You mustered through your nausea and, powered by nothing but pure adrenaline, sprinted to the bathroom. Bepo’s head shot up from his deep sleep at the franticness of your movements, but once you were out of eyeshot he plopped back down and began snoring once more. Not like he could help you much anyway. You basically threw yourself into the bathroom, falling to your knees in desperation as you mentally prepared yourself for the sight of your half-digested breakfast.

Nothing was coming up.

Your sweating hands gripped the porcelain as you stared at the bottom of the bowl, the rancid smell of a semi-clean toilet infiltrating your nose and making your stomach churn even more, but nothing was ejecting. The cold sweats continued as your heart hammered in your chest. You could feel your face continuously heat up as the chills rippled throughout your spine, seeming to branch out to every corner of your body. You were akin to a car rapidly overheating, depleted of engine coolant and left to wait idle on the side of a road.

You forced what energy you had to rip off your thin t-shirt, throwing it across the bathroom. You undid your bra and tossed it to join your shirt, laying on your back and lifting your hips to remove your shorts, giving them the same arial fate as the rest of your clothes. You laid completely bare, save for your panties, on the tiled floor of your bathroom, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish as your body begged for the forgiveness of a cool surface to quell the heat rippling through you. Your vision was growing fuzzy with the waves of nausea and perspiration… were you going to die?

“Knock knock,” called a voice from the entryway of your apartment, accompanied by the sound of your door opening and closing. “Where are you?” It was Penguin. For one of the only times in your life, you were happy that your husband’s closest friends each had a key to your apartment.

“Bathroom…” you meekly called, worried that if your voice was any louder you would finally trigger the involuntary reaction of expelling your stomach contents.

Rapid footsteps pounded down the narrow hallway of your apartment and rounded the corner into the door frame of the bathroom, where Penguin was able to finally see you, completely bare, laid out on the floor of your bathroom with your arms and legs spread.

“Oh my god, are you alright?!” he yelped at the sight of you, torn between averting his gaze to preserve your modesty and calling an ambulance for your unknown condition. In his mind, the worst possible scenario was happening once again, in front of his very eyes. He wanted to throw himself to the ground and pick up your weary body, carrying you to the nearest medical center, tears streaming from his eyes. He had never been good at that sort of thing.

You faintly snapped your fingers, snatching his attention away from his daydream. “I’m fine, I’m just having a hot flash,” you panted, your eyes half-lidded as they fought desperately to focus on your friend amidst the heavy black floaters dancing across your retinas. “What are you doing?”

Penguin kept his gaze trained on the walls and ceiling above you, refusing to look at your naked chest lest he be cursed by the working spirit of Law who surely had some kind of sixth sense if someone was looking at you inappropriately. “I needed to swing by to drop off something for Law, but you weren’t responding to my knocks so I let myself in.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized meekly. You were so overcome with discontent that you indeed hadn’t heard any knocking from your front door. Some guard dog Bepo was, the boy didn’t even bark when someone was directly outside his territory. “I was on the floor in the bathroom.”

Your words made Penguin snort. “Oh, I couldn’t tell.” He awkwardly made eye contact with you from his rigid stance in the doorway. “Can I get you anything? Some ginger tea maybe?”

You opened your mouth to agree, thinking that the ginger would help calm your stomach, but the second your mind imagined the sight of a hot drink in your hands and in your mouth, you were forced to lurch upward and grip violently against the bowl of the toilet as your stomach contents finally forced their way upwards and out of your mouth. You coughed and sputtered at the force, but your body was clearly all-too happy to get rid of your food, so the work was hardly any effort. You spit one last rancid clump of bile from your mouth, cringing at the awful, acidic taste left behind on your teeth as your shaking hand reached weakly upward to grip the flusher and pull down on the lever, sending your rejected breakfast into the murky depths of the septic system below.

You barely even registered Penguin helping you to your feet and stabilizing you as you washed out your mouth with water from the sink and gave yourself a quick brushing, eager to replace the taste of bile with the much more forgiving taste of cool mint from your toothpaste. Your cold sweats were finally beginning to disappear once the brunt of your sickness had passed, your body temperature returning to normal and your hands slowly ceasing their trembling. You blindly allowed your friend to lead you to your couch in your living room after weakly pulling your clothes back on, letting you flop down onto the plush cushions. Bepo stood from his bed as you fell, lumbering over to you to assess your condition with his large, wet nose. You happily placed your hand on the crown of your pup’s head as he rested his face against your torso, gazing up at you with his large, black eyes.

“I’ll run to the store and grab you some ginger ale, hopefully a colder drink will help your stomach. Call me if you think of anything else you need,” Penguin announced as he shoved his small wallet into his pocket, grabbed his keys, and waved you a prompt goodbye to run his errand, leaving you to drift off into a relieved state of unconsciousness for a few fleeting moments.

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Around 10 weeks into your pregnancy, and after two extra ultrasound follow-ups for reassurance that were both showing positive growth, you had begun experiencing deep abdominal cramps. A frantic phone call to Robin’s office from your bathroom upon feeling the familiar clench of the muscles in your torso led to a nurse you didn’t recognize reassuring you over the phone that, although you had previously suffered a miscarriage, cramping during the early stages of your pregnancy was completely normal. She put you on a simple regime of acetaminophen painkillers to hopefully provide some relief, and you were left with the instruction of ‘call back if anything changes.’ And while you hadn’t called back, in your twelfth week, the cramps seemed to only get worse. More cramps, more Tylenol.

“Tylenol has never helped me, I don’t know what it is about it!” Nami complained, casually munching on baby carrots pulled out of a cold tupperware. “Even when I’m on my period and have really bad cramps, pain killers never seem to help, so I just have to muster through it.”

You and your coworkers were enjoying your lunch break in the summer sun, basking under a small table umbrella on the back patio of your work’s building for some fresh air and non-business related conversation until you had to go back into the frigid air conditioned building and continue your monotonous work.

“Have you found that it’s been helping you?” Sanji asked, leaning over to you as he took a sip of his iced coffee. “The painkillers,” he clarified.

You grinned slightly, poking at your own sandwich that Law had made for you that morning. As excited as you were for the delectable meal, you really hadn’t had much of an appetite for about two weeks now. You were eating because your body told you to eat, not because you wanted to, and most of your meals were accompanied by that familiar feeling of nausea in your throat followed by a rippling cramp that you drowned with another painkiller.

All per the doctor’s orders.

“Somewhat, but I can’t say I’ve noticed too much of a difference,” you finally responded. “The doctor’s office has been encouraging me to keep up with taking a pill every 12 hours or so to keep the pain at bay, so I’ve just been doing what she tells me to do. A part of me has been wanting to call her back because I’m still cramping pretty bad, but I have another ultrasound next week, so I’ve just decided to wait.”

“How far along are you, again?” Usopp asked, popping a raspberry into his mouth.

“12 weeks,” you replied. “I think I’m about to start the second trimester, but it’s so hard to keep track of pregnancy dates!”

Your statement made the group laugh, jumping in with agreements about how the gestational ages for pregnant women were quite confusing to keep track of. Sanji was incredibly familiar, being the third in a set of quadruplets, and while he hadn’t spoken to his biological family in well over a decade, he was acutely aware of how odd it was to keep track of the ages of neonates and newborns. Your chuckling while listening to his speech was interrupted by a sudden wave of a cramp that made you visibly wince, alerting Ikkaku’s attention. Her face contorted in concern as she stood from across the table and made her way over to you.

“Hey, are you alright?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“I’m fine, I promise,” you reassured her, standing up from the bench and throwing your barely-eaten lunch into your bag to put back in the break room’s fridge. “The pill I took a bit ago just hasn’t kicked in yet, I’m going to go use the bathroom and freshen up. I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t give Ikkaku room to even offer to accompany you to ensure your safety. Instead, you walked as quickly as your aching body would allow, entering the elevator and taking the ride to the floor your company’s office was on. You made a quick trip by throwing your lunch box into the fridge before making your way back to the front entrance to use the all-too familiar bathroom in the hallway.

You barely made it past the receptionist’s desk before another cramp rippled through you, sending you to your knees. You clutched your stomach, feeling your hair stand on end as a cold sweat traveled across your skin, followed by another tight, stabbing pain. The force of your body hitting the floor alerted a few of your coworkers who left a nearby conference room, ignoring their lunches to assess you. Their panicked voices asking about your condition, if you could walk, if you could stand, if you needed water, blended into nothing but nonsensical buzzing as the corners of your eyes darkened and your mouth went bone dry.

Something in your pants felt strange.

You felt your brain cease activity as your vision blacked out and the rest of your body hit the floor.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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ladylooch · 7 months

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How Would I? - Nico Hischier

A/N: I am going to be honest and say I am actually nervous to post this. I went back and forth on if I needed to soften this up. Ultimately, I feel it is much better as is. But this is definitely dark, so please read at your own discretion!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Robbery, assault, broken bones, pregnancy talk, violence.

“Hi.” I whisper to my husband via FaceTime. My feet gently rock Lucie and I on the rocking chair in her room. Nico smiles excitedly when he sees my face. He is leaning against the brick wall of the Prudential Center. The team is having a Dine with the Devils charity event at the arena.

“Hi.” Nico murmurs back. “She asleep?”

“Yeah.” I flip the camera so he can see Lucie’s angelic face. She had a big day playing with Lio at an indoor play house, then having pizza for dinner.

“Good. Her and Lio have fun?”

“So much.” I smile, turning the camera back onto me.

“Cause trouble too?”

“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “They conspired by hiding in the upper slides. Only came out when Emma started yelling at them in Swiss German.” Nico chuckles. “The other parents gave her quite the look.” Emma holding her pregnant belly with each heavy inhale added another layer to the picture.

“I’m sure.” He sighs, glancing up and giving a polite nod as a group of fans walks by to the locker room for their tour. “I should be home in an hour or so. Things are wrapping up.”

“Sounds good.” I adjust the screen in my hand. “Can’t wait.”

“Me too, babe. See you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too.” We pucker our lips for smooches, then click off. “Okay, Luc.” I whisper, then stand. My almost five month bump protrudes out as I maneuver Lucie into her bed. She startles a bit, gripping onto her penguin pillow pet. I back away quietly, then shut the door completely behind me.

I hold my belly as I walk back down the stairs. I feel so huge this pregnancy. With Lucie, it seemed like I stayed small until the very end when she began gaining a pound a week. But with this daughter, I’ve been popping since last month. I scratch at the itchy skin around my belly button then head into the kitchen. I finish loading the dishwasher, reaching around for the detergent in the bottom cabinet. I hear the front door open and foot steps on the rug in the entry way. I stand up, closing the dishwasher and pushing the on button.

“Wow, that had to have been record speed.” I say making sure the light turns on for the wash cycle. There is no response. I move to turn around but a hand clasps over my mouth. This is not Nico. Fear jolts through my body and I try to pull away.

“Stop. If you do what I say, you and your daughter won’t be harmed.” It’s a man. A voice I don’t recognize. My heart lurches into my throat. I stiffen. “I am going to release you now. The last thing you want to do is scream. We wouldn’t want your little daughter upstairs to wake up, Mrs. Hischier.”

I can sense he has been watching us. He knows Lucie is asleep. He knows where her room is. He knows who I am. Who Nico is. It’s all panic inducing. The baby kicks against my abdomen as he releases me.

“Go to the table.” He presses something cold to the back of my neck. I have never felt a gun against my skin before, but it sure feels like one. I purse my lips together and slowly move to the dining area. I glance around, looking for a weapon, cursing earlier me that cleaned up the kitchen. The knives are across the kitchen. The vase is too far away to grab. And the very real possibility of a gun being on my neck stops any other thoughts of fighting.

“What do you want?” I ask, surprise at how still my voice is.

“No questions.” He presses the cool metal even deeper into my skin. The more he talks, the younger he sounds. He rips out one of the dinning room chairs and harshly shoves me down onto it. My stomach bottoms out. The baby kicks harder and I push a hand over her. “You’re lucky you’re pregnant. Otherwise you’d be dead.” My mouth crumbles as he touches my hair. I pull harshly away. “I’m going to tie you up. You’re going to be quiet. I’ll grab what I want and leave. You scream, I take your daughter with me.”

“Please. Let me go to her room. We’ll stay there together. You can take whatever you want. Please. Just… don’t hurt her.” I am sobbing now, thinking of this man upstairs alone with my daughter sleeping. I feel helpless, incapable of protecting her from the greatest danger.

“Your daughter’s safety depends on your cooperation and yours only. Keep your mouth shut and Nico won’t see your dead bodies when he gets home.”

The way he talks about Nico drips with disdain. A gloved hand comes around, grabbing my wrist and forcing it behind my back. I try to fight against him for the other one, but he yanks down on my shoulder which causes a sharp pain through my shoulder blade. No other words are shared as he duct tapes my feet together. Tape gets slapped over my mouth too. Tears immediately trace over the grey strip.

His retreating footsteps can be heard going up the stairs. I’m stuck. I can’t move the chair. If I tip over, I’ll fall onto the baby. I dig my finger nails into my palm, more tear tracks falling down my cheeks. I listen intently for Lucie. She will scream if he goes in there. I know she will. But no sounds come from upstairs. Nothing except the muted foot steps that I’ll never forget the sound of.

His boots hit the hardwood again. My whole body tenses as I feel him approach from behind. I grit my teeth, trying not to show any fear outwardly. Wanting to swing at him with everything in me and rip his fucking eyes out for invading our home.

“One last thing.” He sneers into my ear, reaching for the wedding bands on my left ring finger. I make a fist, trying to keep them on. “Release or I’ll cut your finger off.” He forces my fingers apart, tugging the rings harshly off. As he is pulling back, I’m able to get my finger nails on him. I press hard then drag, drawing blood. “Bitch!” He grabs the back of my head and throws me to the ground. I land hard on my side. I cringe, feeling the pain shoot through my collarbone. He steps towards me. I turn, looking him dead in his masked face. He stands over me. “All you rich bitches are the same. Ungrateful sluts.” He leans down, grabbing my face, pressing his fingers in. “Should untie you and teach you a lesson.”

“Dude! Lights are coming down the street! Let’s go!” Someone else yells into the house.

“Guess I’ll have to come back instead. Maybe on your husband’s next road trip.” He releases my face, stepping over me towards the front door. The voices disappear and the house is quiet again after a click of the front door. His final words hang violently in the air.

I close my eyes, heavy tears running down from my eyes. I pant heavily, struggling to stretch my feet to loosen the tape. I don’t want Nico to find me like this. Every movement makes my chest and shoulder shoot with pain. It isn’t long before the pain is unbearable. I fight back the nausea from it. With the duct tape still on my mouth, I’ll choke If I puke.

“Nico.” I sob against the stickiness over my mouth. Panic is bubbling up, tightening my throat. I stop fighting, eventually growing still, trying to minimize the damage to myself and the baby by becoming calm.

I focus on my breathing. I go to the happiest memories I can think of with Nico. I imagine I’m in bed with him in the morning. He is holding me close, placing soft kisses along my face, waking me up from a light sleep. I hear soft baby giggles coming from Lucie as he whispers for her to give me kisses too. It works. The sound of the garage door opening breaks through my safe place. Then the door opens. Nico tosses his keys on the counter. He walks beyond it, shrugging his jacket off.

His gasp rocks my body when he sees me.

“Oh my god, Lex!” He exclaims, his Nike’s slapping the wood floor as he rushes to me. His hands grab my tired hands. I yelp. He stops, then grabs the tape. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! Oh my god, baby what happened?!” His brown eyes are wild, mouth dropped open in shock, breathing rapid. “Are you okay?” He reaches down for the baby, then goes back to my hands.

“Don’t pull my hands. I think my collar bone is broken. He gently works my hands apart. Then goes into the kitchen to grab some scissors. When he has me untied, he works me onto my back.

“Go grab Lucie.” I say.

“Baby, what happened!”

“Go. Grab. Lucie!” I scream back at him. “Make sure she is okay.” Nico backs up, then runs up the stairs, two at a time, barreling into her room.

“It’s daddy, baby. It’s okay. Just daddy. Let’s go help mommy.” He comes back into view, holding her close to him. His eyes meet mine and his face distorts in pain. He brings Lucie to the couch, then comes back to me.

“Call the police. Someone broke in, tied me up, and took who knows what. All I know for sure is they took my wedding rings.” I hold my hand up, Nico looks at the vacant space. A darkness I’ve never seen before crosses over his features. “Can you help me sit up?” I give him my good arm, then sit up with his help. I run my hand over the baby, anxious to feel her move. Nico watches as he pulls his phone out.

“Hi, I need to report a break in… and um, they hurt my wife.” He is stuttering, barely able to form English words.

The police come. EMTs too. They want me to go to the hospital for x-rays and and an ultrasound for the baby. Nico scours through the video systems we have, including the baby monitor. No one entered Lucie’s room after I did, which is a relief. It also makes it difficult to give a description of the suspect because they cut the wires leading to our security system. The police believe with the quickness of the break in and the retelling of my story that they had been casing the house. They waited for me to put Lucie to sleep. For Nico to be gone. For me to be at my most vulnerable.

Nico’s fingers gripped mine so tight when the police officer said that, I had to make him let go.

The x-ray confirm my collarbone is broken. They put me in a sling and schedule me for a follow up appointment next week. I can’t take pain killers; they tell me to monitor my Advil intake because of the baby.

It is hours before we return home. Nico’s car pulls up to the house, but it looks different. Dangerous and dark in the early morning hours.

“We are moving.” Nico says as he walks behind me in the garage with Lucie in his arms. “You are not staying here without me. Every time I am gone, you are leaving too.”

“Nico.” I sigh.

“No Lex. He told you he would be back. I’m not willing to take that chance. Do not argue with me on this.” He shuts the door behind him. “I already sent a text to Steve in hockey ops. He’s grabbing us a place in Hoboken while we search for a new house. We will move into Timo and Emma’s gated community.”

“But this is our home.” I start to cry. He brings Lucie to the couch, then engulfs me into his chest, careful of my sling. He presses kisses along my head, then tilts my face so he can kiss my lips. “This is where we said we would bring all our babies home from the hospital. Where they would take their first steps. And grow up. And be in a safe place. They took that from us tonight!”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Holding me isn’t going to make any of this better, but he tries as hard as he can.

- - -

Nico watches Lexi and Lucie sleep next to him later that night. Lexi is propped up on pillows, the elbow of her broken collar bone supported by them too. To Nico, she looks fragile, with a sling and a growing belly. He reaches out for her bump, then skims that same hand along Lucie’s head where she sleeps cuddled into her baby sister.

He’s tried to fall asleep numerous times already, but he can’t.

He is fiercely angry.

Angry that someone robbed his house. Irate that some piece of shit hurt his wife. Poisoned by the visual of his pregnant wife tied up and in pain. Terror still fills his veins on what he imagined he would see of their daughter as he ran up the stairs.

All these images and emotions run through his mind. He can’t let it go. The police officers had been gentle yet realistic that they may never find the people who did this.

Fine, then Nico would. If they can’t do their job, he’ll hire someone better. The best money can buy. He’d bring investigators from Switzerland. He didn’t care. He was going to fucking find them.

None of the cameras in the neighborhood caught them. Yet, they were able to pull DNA from under Lexi’s nails of whoever tied her up. That was enough for him. Nico wants five minutes in a room with him to do permanent damage. He understands now how people can be capable of murder.

Him and Lex should have never picked this house. They had other options that provided a security presence, but they thought they were safe. Well, now he knew better. He should have been a better father and husband by forcing the gated community house.

Lexi stirs again her pillows, letting out a soft groan. Nico reaches out for her face, brushing her cheek lightly with his thumb.

“I need something.” She gulps down a tentative sip of water. “Can I take Advil yet?” Nico looks at the time on his watch sitting on the bedside table.

“Yeah, sweets. I’ll be right back.” He gently leaves the bed, careful not to rustle Lexi or Lucie. Their daughter immediately stretches her little feet out to take over his side of the bed. Normally he hates her feet against his back because she kicks him throughout the night. Tonight, it’s everything to him.

Nico comes back to Lexi with two Advil. She sits up to take it with Nico’s help. He rubs her back, anger intensifying at every flicker of pain on her body.

“Baby, I am going to find who did this.” He whispers to his wife. “They’re going to pay for this.”

“Neeks…” Lexi murmurs back, reaching for his face with her good hand. She strokes his skin, eyes wary with worry. Nico looks back at her, gaze hard, until he loses it completely. He drops his gaze to her belly when he feels the tears.

“I almost lost my whole world tonight.” Lexi sniffs because she is crying too. “How would I live without you, baby?” Lexi shakes her head, not sure what to say to her husband.

Gradually, with Lexi’s guidance, Nico lays his head into her lap. His nose presses into their growing baby while Lucie’s hand twitches against his hair. Lexi and Nico join hands on her bump.

The room is silent. The heavy thoughts of their night hanging over them.

Lexi finally gets Nico to sleep by gently stroking his hand, continuously murmuring to him that she’s still here.

#What my world spins around au #Lexi X Nico Hischier #Nico Hischer Fan Fiction #hockey writing #NHL Fan Fiction #hockey fan fiction

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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27 ASKS! :D FANK U! :}}} 💖

Ah! That I did. I mistook them for a bot.

Folks, you gotta put a unique profile picture of some kind and at least put in your bio "IM NOT A BOT!!-" If you have all the default stuff artists like me will assume you're a bot and just block you on sight :(

Sorry about that- I unblocked your friend. And thank you! I'm glad you like my stuff! :DD

Well,, Seam has some permeant injuries too. :( Such as his missing eye and the scars around his neck and wrists that will never fully heal..💔

Between sci-fi or fantasy? I thiiiink I prefer fantasy. XD And no its not just becuase of my name-

(Post in question)

Looking back I didn't illustrate it super well- it was intended to be something less earthy, yes. Not straight black though, It was supposed to be a really dark red. It seems black.? But anything it stains is stained red. And it was supposed to be rather thick compared to human blood.

If I ever draw it again, I'll be sure to get it to look right next time <XD

@khoiazo

@thesleepyteen1214

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like it! :}}

Now as for Peso. I think its impossible for Peso and Barnacles to have met as kids- not only is there that age difference,, But I thought that polar bears are from the Arctic, and penguins are from the Antarctic. On the other side of the planet!

None the less- if they somehow met, I don't imagine much would happen other than them potentially becoming friends. :0 Kwazii sure ain't going anywhere, he's sticking with Barnacles family!

Oh man, if Bibi and the gang were real they'd all be screwed.😔 I don't have what it takes to take care of them properly in the real world-

I imagine that the Deltarune crew only really stay in worlds that seem safe. So if it looks safe? They'll stay. And probably not think too much about all the weird critters running around <XD

Not sure how the FNAF guys would react. A world where imaginary friends come to life seems impossible! They might think the imaginary friends are actually animatronics-

The princess quest game wasn't implemented into any of my AUs,, sorry! <:/

I've seen the game floating around, though I don't really know what its about. Also I heard whispers of a potential controversy..? Idk I'm a bit weary of the game <XD

If Freddy had a problem where he started hoarding lost kids after hours? That would be horrible for the kids.. but pretty slick for Vanessa.. 👀

Aww! That's so cute! I love all the different names! XD Having someone to man/assist in the cupcake factory would be really cool/useful as well! :DD

@beryl-shade

I was thinking that no one else in the group other than Frisk remembers. But Jevil? He.. had some kind of reaction to it.

Like when the reset occurred, Jevil had this horrible spike of anxiety and he broke out in a cold sweat and shakes. But before he could even process what was wrong, Frisk swooped in and saved Seams life. Right after he was saved, the shaking and sweating began to subside.. huh, strange..

(The second question was answered in the ask right above this one! :} )

In the comic that I was intending to draw- we would see little snip-bits of most everyone's reactions.

Jevil reacted how you'd expect.. he completely broke down. Screaming and wailing over Seams body..

Frisk froze at first, but then turned on her heel and sprinted into the woods in order to uh.. reset. No screaming, no panic. Just dead silent, sprinting into the woods..

Goner kid was freaking out so bad over Jevil screaming that when she saw Frisk run.. all she could think to do was run after her. So she did..

We don't see Grillby's face, but you can see his hand light up greenish/blue and his coat burst into flames as he realized Seam is dead..

River and Spamton weren't really meant to be seen on screen. But you can see Asgore physically become more misty/unstable when Jevil started screaming..

You know? Maybe for the sake of everyone it was better that I didn't end up drawing all that <XD 💔

No no, nothing about tombstones. The Easter egg lies in this panel.. 👀

@snickerdoodlezz

F.. FANK U,,, 💖🍽

Thank you so much!! :D

As for my brushes? I just use the standard pencil brush set to 3.0 for sketching and line art. And I use the standard pen tool for coloring! :}

@youlikwjazz004

I have seen a decent sized chunk of Adventure Time yes! Although I don't really know the story and I definitely don't know all the characters,,

But out of the characters I do know? It would have to be Simon Petrikov! ✨ With Jake as a close second. Aaaand maybe Prismo as a 3rd placer? I don't know him too much but his design slaps and he seems really chill 😎

(comic in question)

As Freddy explains, he (and the others) had a "bug" in his system. Which made his eyes purple. (Although he wasn't aware that they were purple-)

And after he crashed on stage they reset his system. Wiping the "bug" from his programming. Turning his eyes blue again :0

@storylover2

I imagine that what ever it tastes like depends on my mood. Lately its probably tasted like when you just brushed your teeth and you eat an orange 😖

Also please do not eat my noggin I need that to art-

@ocinstituterep

It's been a while since I've thought about them.. 🤔 If we're using the same formula as I did before.. (the stories of the real life cars are translated to the characters).. then that means some of them aren't doing so hot <XD

We've got a few break downs, some are still broken down. A few sold to better homes.. and a few new (very old) comers! Some are back on the road and some are still on the road when they probably shouldn't be <XD

All in all, I'd say they're doin ok :}

@beelze-juicee

:DDD THANK YOU!! And don't worry, I'm sure I'll come back to it every so often. Even though I'm a bit weary of this fandom.. I cant help but love the characters and want to draw them sometimes XD

(Kirby family in question)

<XD Sorry, no can do! I'm glad you like them! And thank you! But I'm afraid my blessings cannot be purchased.. <:/

@ninaandthegames

Yooo that is the coolest dog I have ever seen 😎

:D Thank you! And I'm not currently into any animes.. although there are some that I attempted to watch and liked for a while :0

Such as Kirby right back at ya and My hero academia! :0

@elegysonnet @willthemechanist (Post in question)

XD He's just embodying his spirit animal. A narwhal ✨🦄🐟✨

#my response #factual fam #octonauts #fnaf security breach #undertale #deltarune #transformer ocs

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hirsheyskisses · 1 year

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Hello Hir-san! I hope you're doing well ♥️ May I please request a shu and Ike scenario with a s/o who is always taking care of others that they would often forget to take care of themselves?

If it's too much, please feel free to ignore this! Stay safe!

- 🐮 anon.

You need love, too.

Genre: fluff

Headcanons + Short fic

An: in both fics you're dating but not quite living together yet. I read the s/o part too late I thought it was just friends til I re read the request 💔💔

Shu

You are literally the most wholesome person shu has ever met

You are the loving parent of your friend group

Constant reminders from you for everyone to take care of themselves, always the first to start caring for someone when they're sick or down

Shu remembers the times you've helped him fall asleep by just telling stories

You're the best story teller

Heck he could listen to ur voice for hours

But one thing he's noticed

Is how down you seem sonetimes

It's always brief. That frown and a look of pure exhaustion

It was when he saw that that shu began to pay more attention to ur behavior

What the heck your sleep schedule was worse than his

Did you even have a life outside of work and friends

He means that in the nicest way possible btw

"Hey.. (name)!"

Had shu just snuck into your house? Yes. In his defense you gave him a spare key in case of emergencies. So like, this was an emergency.

"Eh? Shu? Why are you here?"

Despite your quick attempts to hide it, Shu already saw. The bags under your eyes that were normally hidden by concealer, the lag in your movement and how noodly you seemed, or the huff of your chest to get the right amount of air that should be effortless.

Yes, Shu noticed all of that and more.

"So like, I know it isn't normal BUTTTTTT.. I got ya some stuff." In his hands were bags, and he set them on the ground and began handing you things.

"A heated and weighted blanket, a super cool water bottle with drinking goals- oh! A penguin stuffie! Some of your favorite food- and some new movies! Ohh, and a pink penguin keychain!"

He absolutely spoiled u

Tried to be there emotionally for you but since you didn't always open up he got you stuff to comfort you instead

It made him super happy to see u using the water bottle specifically

It was a huge bottle with times and goals to drink in a day

He didn't know u cuddled the plushies every night though

But they made you so happy

You're very thankful to him

Ike

Ike absolutely understood forgetting to take care of one's self

But he wasn't gonna lie he had no idea what a lack of self care you had

You did do good at caring for him and others it was only when he was at ur house he realized

You sucked at taking care of yourself

And it wasn't that you were bad at it but you just forgot

And he realized that you being the therapist friend didn't help at all

He'd read that people who acted as therapists for people often felt trapped

Because they couldn't bring themselves to rant to the people who "have it worse"

He caught those moments where you looked completely dead

That face was so numb and bland

Scared him shitpess tbh

So he decided to make sure he took care of you.

"Ike, you really don't have to."

In front of you was a meal specifically made by Ike. At this point Ikes house had become your second home with how often he insisted you come over for dinner. Or to hangout, which turned into dinner. And then he declared it was too dangerous for you to bike home, which turned into a sleepover and breakfast.

"But I like having you over! I get lonely." Ike protested, snatching your fork and stabbing it into a piece of broccoli, and held it in front of your both,

"Besides, you like my cooking, don't you? Now open up," Ike said with a grin.

Your face flushed you quickly took the broccoli off the fork and then snatched the fork from him chewing sheepishly.

"Course I like your cooking, and company, Ike.." You mumbled as you swallowed.

Honestly you felt so much better when he started this

He had no idea

You both had so much fun and your physical and, to some extent, emotional health started to seriously improved

Ike himself felt much better having his lover over all the time

It was his own therapy

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #luxiem x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #niji en #nijisanji #nijien #nijisanji iluna #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader

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cleababes · 2 years

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Dear Warbler

Stephen Strange x F! Reader

Contains: Some Angst, Fluff, Mild Spoilers for Doctor Strange MoM

Word Count: 3,559

Writing Soulmate AU! When you write on your skin the same mark appears on the same place as your soulmates. Such as if you doodle on your skin, your soulmates gets those doodles on their skin.

“So how did your soulmate die again?”

You don’t even know why you would ever sign up for those dating apps revolved around soulmate-less, well soulmates. You were currently in a diner with one of your most recent matches. Half of these dates revolved around people who either still miss their deceased soulmate or someone who’s soulmate probably wishes they were dead.

“I uhm,” You leaned back in your chair and averted you gaze briefly, “I actually don’t know,” you initiated eye contact and sighed, “Before we got to meet, they just stopped writing back and I never heard from them again.”

Your date glanced at your hands, littered with doodles. You hastily shifted your hands back under the table. Most of these dates are with people who aren’t completely over their soulmates and maybe you were definitely one of them.

“So whats your favorite bird?” You asked, abruptly changing the subject.

Your date smiled and shifted in their seat, showing some interest. “I think penguins are kinda cool.” You nodded along with their answer, a solid choice, you thought.

“So what is your favorite bird?”

You smiled, “Owls.”

“Nice, cause they’re smart right?”

You chuckled, “They’re really not,” You smiled at your remark, “It’s quite funny actually-” before continuing your ramble, your date, however, looked like they thought it wasn’t funny, actually, but rather confused instead of intrigued. You grew silent once more.

“I’m sorry, I’m really passionate about birds.” You excused.

___

Sitting on the subway, you had your earbuds in, raising the volume on your phone. The date was definitely a bust, like they usually are. You stared at the palm of your hand, remembering how it all started long ago:

You always heard of how once you grow up you’ll be writing to your supposed soulmate until the day you die and it’s all peach and roses. That statement would annoy you, growing up it was taught that soulmates shouldn’t be writing to each other until they grow up. One day out of sheer curiosity, you snatched a pen from your kitchen counter while your parents were away. Booking it out of the house to sit outside on your steps, a million thoughts raced through your mind once you sat down. What should you say? They were your soulmate, it wouldn’t matter what you said but that’s still a tough pill to swallow, or so you thought. Mustering up the courage you removed the cap from the pen and started writing your first message:

Salutations.

A few minutes went by as you stared at your palm, message still remaining, no difference. You looked out at the forest near your yard. You should’ve known that nothing would happen. Maybe that’s why you’re suppose to wait till you’re older. Before you gave up to wash your hand of the the initial greeting, you noticed the message written was starting to smudge until it quickly disappeared. You watched as the ink magically spell out a different message that appeared before you:

You're not allowed to have a pen are you?

You ran back inside to wash your hands. Grabbing a wet rag, you brought it back outside with you and began to write a reply:

You have one too.

Suppose I do.

Distracting yourself from the emotions swelling within your chest, you pulled a pen out of your bag. You always tell yourself it’s pointless to write back and that each time would be your last, it never will be though, will it? Clicking the pen you wrote on the palm of your hand:

I’m sorry, I always think of you my beloved owl, you’ll always be my favorite. I hate meeting new people.

___

Upon walking home, the Sanctum Santorum, you tried to rush pass anyone currently near the entrance. Before running upstairs, a hand touched your shoulder. You turned to see your friend, Strange behind you, who quickly moved his hand away.

“I take it things didn’t go well?” He asked.

“Clearly not,” you retorted, “Now if you excuse me.” You went up a few steps before you heard the question:

“Would you like to accompany me on my walk?”

Strange would take walks pretty daily, which he offers for you to join him time-to-time. Which you didn’t mind of course, they were peaceful. There was always something about it, he always somehow knew how to cheer you up when needed it the most. Walking along Strange with his cloak wrapped around his neck, resembling a scarf. You always thought he dressed rather well.

“So what went wrong this time?” He asked.

“Just not a lot in common.” You admitted, feeling defeated.

“What a shame.”

You agreed. Chuckling to yourself, you started to speak up, “You know it’s funny, I never thought traveling would eventually lead me to our dream city.”

___

Ever since writing to your soulmate, the two of you became good friends rather quick. Of course both of would get along, but maybe what the two of you needed the most was that friend to lean on. You two would constantly write to each other. While they would ask you questions and hypotheticals, you would always doodle on your skin, something they always mentioned to adore. One day while looking at your skin, you noticed a message appear:

Absolutely hate it here.

Writing back you asked, Where is here?

Nebraska.

Charming you thought. Its okay I don’t like home either. You admitted.

Is home near Nebraska?

Nope.

Darn.

Before you could write back, another message appeared before you:

I’ve wanted to travel around someday, would you accompany me?

You smiled before writing back, Of course but I don’t even know your name stranger.

The writings from previously were smudged away before another message appearing right before you:

Well it is rather strange.

Strange comment indeed, no pun intended of course. Maybe they were nervous of what you would think? Trying to reassure them you immediately asked,

Would you prefer a nickname? Until we meet that is of course.

Interesting, what do you have in mind?

As if on queue, you heard the owls in the woods outside your home. You always thought they were rather neat, maybe like them. Smiling you wrote back,

I always liked owls

Owl? That’s something.

Strange?

Not really. One of a kind, I love it.

You smiled at the reassurance. They wrote back once more:

Well if I’m an owl you’re a warbler.

A warbler? You wrote back.

They’re everywhere here, they give me joy in this hellhole.

You laughed, you can settle with that pet name.

Years down the road Owl would always write back to you when they could. Many nights were spent bantering with each other, but some nights the two of you would write about the dreams you two would share, to travel the world and to live in the big city away from rural-living. One year Owl informed you about their schooling in New York City, you were very proud of them, it’s no surprise that your soulmate was very intelligent, something you adored obviously. What wasn’t too adorable was their pompousness about your goals together.

So when should we meet? You wrote one day. You were nearing the completion of your bachelors, Owl has managed to get pass medical school with ease. They’ve been living in New York City for awhile now, but they kept stalling the plans you two shared. You knew it would be awhile before you would receive a reply, for Owl was probably preforming surgery. Eventually the awaited response appeared in your hand:

Someday Warbler, I want everything to be perfect before we finally meet.

Perfect? You questioned.

You will understand soon, be patient beloved.

Reluctantly you complied. You knew they earnestly had the best intentions but you were ready to fly away and start your life with them, together.

One day Owl finally was ready for the two of you to meet. They had an award to receive that night, you were happy for them, and overjoyed to finally start that new chapter in life, but you would never hear back from them again. You would write and write and write but to no avail, there was lack of an answer. Stricken with grief, you presumed the worse: death. It was rather poetic you thought, the star-crossed lovers who blossomed into love too soon and withered away right before your eyes.

Months would go by until one day you finally looked at the earnings you had in a jar for you and Owl. You wanted to save if for when the two of you lived together, but since that wasn’t happening anymore, you wanted to at least experience what you and Owl intended to do. It wouldn’t be together but you knew it was the right thing to do.

___

“Yes but your travels led to where you are today.” Strange objected. Which was true, after all.

“At the expense of your Cloak dragging me into Kamar-Taj.” You snickered.

“And it noticed a great potential.” Strange smiled warmly at you.

You never intended to travel to Nepal. It was at the expense of a recommendation from a dear friend. While a decent trip, you didn’t expect to be kidnapped by a magical piece of fabric. Thanks to the cloak’s offense of course, you were able to discover the world of the mystic arts. The cloak belonged to the at-time Sorcerer Supreme, who recognized the power you contained and helped you explore your talents. Eventually taken in as a pupil, you then transferred to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York City. Ironically enough, you and Owl’s dream residency.

You stopped mid-walk to smile at Strange, “At least I have a good friend like you, Stephen.”

He smiled, “Much obliged Y/n.” Both of you continued to walk once more.

“What was your soulmate like?” You asked, “I always talk so much about mine but what about yours?”

“Never met her,” Strange said rather curtly, “and as a master sorcerer I can’t dabble in those relationships anyway, I refuse to put someone I love in harm’s way.”

“Heroic, but Stephen,” your tone shifted from curiosity to irritation, “That’s not fair to her and you definitely know that.” You bluntly told him, “What if they never get to say goodbye?” Tears started to swell in your eyes, you really did care for your dear friend. You hate to imagine someone sharing the same pain you felt, especially someone so significant in your life.

“You’re right but she’s in my life more than you think.” He admitted.

___

Stephen didn’t mean to keep his secret for long as he had. Upon returning to the Sanctum, Y/n returned to her quarters while Stephen went back to his study. In front of his window he analyzed his hands. The magic rings he conjured unveiled his hands to reveal various notes and doodles from his beloved Warbler. He spent years in agony knowing that he could never write back to her again. He never forgot about the times the two of you would write together.

Back home at the farm, when the days were sunny and warm he would walk to the tree out in the field. It was always surrounded by the warblers who would reside near the farmland, it was peaceful, a joyous space where he would be at ease writing to Y/n. He never meant to delay your arrival, he was obsessed with making sure everything was perfect for you, and his peers were very aware of that. She had been there for him for so long, she cared about him. She was there no matter what, and she was the only one to know about Donna, something she never blamed him for but rather comforted him, she was good-natured, something Stephen was very grateful for.

Unfortunately he got carried away, and as a result it was too late for him to ever achieve the dream of meeting her. The day he crashed and damaged his hands forever. He risked every surgery, every penny spent to make sure he would be able to write again, to write at least one more message for Y/n. He watched in misery and agony as the ink would appear all over his skin reminding him how much he was loved and if he was okay. If only she knew the truth. She was loved, she was everything to him. He just wished he realized that before he prioritized his career before you. His last ditch efforts to achieve reaching out to her once again was his trip to Kamar-Taj. He didn’t anticipate where he would be today because of it, but he was grateful, it led him back to you.

Stephen was observing the grounds of Kamar-Taj with Wong one day. He didn’t anticipate his cloak to whip some woman onto him. He would apologize for his cloak’s shenanigans to the poor woman. Instead of being scared she seemed rather intrigued, always a good sign to look for within students. He offered her to enroll as a student, and with nothing else to lose, she did. He watched her as over time she would excel at training. He never admitted it but he was rather fond of the student. He didn’t know his cloak’s intentions but it definitely meant well enough to bring not only an excellent prodigy, but someone who kept him on his toes.

See, Y/n was more mischievous than anticipated but it was clear enough that she was harmless, it kept Strange from boredom and loneliness. A good distraction from the lingering pain within his heart for his beloved soulmate. They eventually wrote back less and less but understandably so. He vowed that it was for the best to never meet them, in order for their safety from the life he leads. He didn’t expect the initial shock from the realization that Y/n was their soulmate. He would never forget it, the day he invited Y/n to join him at the Sanctum:

“Hey Strange?” Stephen looked up from his current book to see Y/n peering outside the door. She walked in with her hands behind her back, she took a deep breath:

“Thank you for inviting me back to New York with you Stephen,” she continued, “I never admitted why I was in Nepal in the first place but my soulmate died.” She confessed. Stephen stood up from his seat, “Y/n I’m terribly sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay,” she reassured, “I noticed you don’t write to yours either. I don’t need to know but I understand what it’s like.” Y/n stepped forward and smiled, “The mystic arts helped me find a purpose again and funny as it is,” she chuckled somberly, “My soulmate and I had plans to live our lives out here, New York City. After their death I was so afraid of ever coming here, I never knew who they were but,” she took a deep breath, “I’m glad I initially came here after all.” She smiled.

Her confession came off as bittersweet but Stephen understood the conflicting emotions she felt, “I’m honored to have you here Y/n.” His cloak unattached itself to fly around Y/n. Stephen smirked, “I suppose the cloak does as well.” He never admitted how enamored he was by his apprentice’s laughter but he was glad to hear it.

Later that night however, before bed, Stephen removed his top to reveal a letter in ink across his forearm:

Dear Owl, I miss you every day. I’m ready to share about the life I lead now, bare with me, it’s bizarre but you love those tales don’t you?

Stephen read the message in horror, “No, no, no.” he would mutter under his breath as his arm began to tremble. He would re-read the message repeatedly before using his magic to cover the ink on his skin. He was terrified, the letter elaborated how she now was an apprentice for the mystic arts and she finally found a home in the city of their dreams. Y/n was his beloved Warbler, his soulmate. He held the bridge of his nose, how did he not realize this sooner? Now it was too late, he knew how distraught and betrayed Y/n would feel if she ever found out. He sighed, reluctantly he accepted that it was the best for her to never know.

___

Something itched you about the conversation you and Strange had today. Pacing around the corridor, there was something that didn’t make sense; something about it didn’t feel right. It really irked you. He not only said he never met her, but he claims to know her and see her frequently. It didn’t click. Especially since he spent most days with you anyway. Walking past a table, you noticed a pen laying there. You stopped and stared at the pen for a brief moment before it finally clicked.

“That son of a bitch!”

Y/n swiped the pen and used her slingy to portal herself up to Stephen’s office, which automatically caught his attention. He got up from his chair to approach you immediately, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He asked urgently.

“Oh Stephen,” you sighed, inching closer to him, you stared at his beautiful blue eyes, “I just need to know.” Before he could ask what on Earth you could be talking about, you slashed his cheek with with ink from the pen that you found. You instantly took a step back, glancing at the mirror on the wall, you notice a matching mark appearing on your cheek as well.

Stephen takes a step back, hands up in defeat. He recognized the panic you were starting to feel. “Y/n,” Stephen said carefully, “Let me explain.” He stared at you intently, something you’ve known him to do, but never has it felt that painful. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to rush into his arms. You began you violently sob. He gently wrapped his arms around you as your cried echoed through the vacant study.

The two of you stayed in each other’s embrace for awhile before Y/n pulled away, shaking.

“How long did you know?”

“Y/n—“

“Honestly.”

Stephen took a deep breath and sighed, “Since you moved in.”

Enraged, you rushed out of the room, “Y/n wait!” Stephen called out, chasing after you. Before he could catch up, you used your magic to fabricate a wall for him to run into.

“You know I never told you because I loved you but owls are really stupid.” You sneered in anger.

Stephen got up and sighed, “You’re definitely right, I am.”

You bit your lip in frustration. You were furious, you thought your lover was fucking dead, and this whole time not only was he alive, he kept it from you. Your illusion of a wall started to fade. Stephen walked up to you and held you hands. You stared him, wanting to know more.

“When I lost my ability to use my hands, I lost my ability to write back to you.” Stephen explained. He looked into your eyes full with intent, “I did whatever I could but the only solution that gave me any possibility was at Kamar-Taj, and when I became Sorcerer Supreme,” He ran his thumbs gently across your knuckles, “I vowed to never tell you, for your safety.”

“Then why am I here now?” You demanded to know.

“The more romantic explanation would that it was meant to be however,” you both noticed Stephen’s cloak pried itself off and flew back a considerable distance. “I never anticipated the cloak to throw the most wonderful sorceress at me while on the job.” He looked at his cloak rather pissed. You quickly took your hand and turned Stephen’s gaze back at you.

“Let’s just say it was meant to be.” You smiled. Reasonably still upset, but grateful. Very, very grateful. Lovingly staring at each other, the two of two leaned in for the most earnest kiss. Soft and the most longing, It really was meant to be.

___

Time has passed since you were reunited with your soulmate. Although you both were very passionate about the work you two do, you now do it together. You were contempt. You both took it slow of course, recovering from shell-shock. One day practicing your magic, Stephen approached you:

“Y/n may I show you something?”

Curious to know, you followed Stephen to his office. He rose his hands up and started to conjure a spell.

“Y/n, you must know, I have difficulty writing still but,” you noticed writing glowing on your palm and forearm, “I can at least try this.”

Dear Warbler,

I never regretted something so much in my life, the day I lost you. You are my everything and I was terrified to ever meet you since my accident. I was hellbent on building the best life I could for you, and selfishly so, I thought I lost you forever. Despite all of that, fate wanted us together and I cannot fathom ever losing you ever again. My Warbler, my joy. I love you so much Y/n, I always have. It was always you.

Love,

Your Beloved Owl

#mcu #mcu spoilers #marvel #stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange mom #doctor strange multiverse of madness #dr strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #reader insert

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OKAY GUYS

so. you know how a lot of people hc about the gotham accent in general dc media? well i always love this hc because accents are just so cool to me. so hear me out (this post is specific to the gotham tv show universe but can be generalized to any universe a cataclysm/No Man's Land event has occured)

earlier i was on tiktok and i found a video talking about the human tendency to create accents over time. (the video talked about how friend groups and families create accents/dialects which is?? so cool?? but i digress)

anyway, this led me to learn about a study about a group of scientists living in antarctica and how, over the period of just one winter, their vowel sounds had begun to merge together to create the beginnings of an accent. so now, i'll relate this to the cataclysm event.

to cause this event, during which gothamites are cut off in basically every way from the outside world, the bridges around gotham are bombed and destroyed (at least in the gotham tv universe). in this same universe, the time in which they are completely undisturbed (besides one guy communicating over a radio to one lady) is 97 days (over 3 months), at which time a military strike force (kinda. they're evil) is sent in to basically kill all of the criminals there. however, these people really only communicate limitedly with police, gang leaders, and like one time with bruce wayne. but that's about it. reunification with the outside world only began after day 391. that's over an entire year of near-complete separation from the outside world.

now, they already started off most likely having some kind of accent, especially noticeable in the people who lived primarily in the city. (even if the accent isn't particularly strong/differentiated at the time.) however, now they've spent an entire year together, alone in a big city. this has the makings of a stronger accent (at least for those who were stranded in gotham when this event occurred).

one of the important things to keep in mind when considering accents/dialects is the use of specialized vocabulary words, and lemme tell ya, gotham 100% has that. even excluding all of the names they have for people and the general gang info these people have, they still have multiple different terms for parts of town (ex: the financial district = penguin's territory, etc. with the other gangs in power at the time). on top of even this, the amount of stuff that just casually goes on in gotham is seen to completely flabbergast outsiders all the time. they likely have slang that is used to refer to various things the rogues do, or things about violence, gang wars, rations, barracks, etc. there is SO MUCH opportunity for an accent to originate here??

of course, once the events of No Man's Land end and reunification happens, a ton of gothamites who weren't there during it move back in and the accent is dispersed among the population. it likely is in part shared and, over time, becomes part of common vernacular, and, in part, deteriorates, especially regarding things that are no longer as common in the distant future (ex. referring to the financial district as penguin's terf 10 years after this happens would be a bit odd). however, i do believe that this would create a lasting impact on the overall population of gotham, even if only minorly.

(to those of you who keep up with my de-aged!gotham bruce au, this is going to be featured in some of the up-and-coming chapters (slang that feels off to others, weird references, a stronger accent, if only slightly, etc.). if you have any ideas or thoughts on this topic feel free to chime in!!! i love chatting and some help brainstorming on this would be appreciated <33)

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That Thing I Like

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Word count: 2,100+

Synopsis: You are ships counselor to the Polar Tang. For the past four days, you had been called into Law’s office over the Den-Den transponder speakers. The crew assumes you two had began a relationship, but what actually occurs is far more intimate than any romantic encounter.

Themes: Law x gn!reader, platonic yearning for more, crying, angst, swearing, hurt with comfort, processing grief, professionalism and duty getting in the way.

Notes: @feral-artistry said she wanted some comforting Law. Man needs a hug. Go comfort your captain, he needs you. I hope you enjoy your gift!

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @i-am-vita @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity

Written with two songs in mind: Lora Lai Lo - Patty Gurdy, Baby Mine - Sharon Rooney

Fingertips brushing with the tanned pages of your novel, focussing on the cleverly articulated poetry depicted on the pages. You began blindly reaching in front of you, your index finger meeting with the ceramic edge of your rapidly cooling teacup.

Your eyes continued to mull the same sentence over and over again, the masterful penmanship scorching into your memory as you rose your cup to your lips. Halting, you narrowed your eyes on the final two words of the sentence: “My boy.” You spoke aloud those words in a hushed whisper, brow knit and focussed.

Finally raising the teacup to your lips, you choked on the fluid within. Where you expected to taste the bitter tang and subtle sweetness of liquorice tea, your palate was assaulted immediately by the overwhelming flavor of seawater.

“Damn it, Shachi!” you immediately yelled, placing down the cup loudly on your saucer. A loud gaggle of laughter had your eyes burning with a violent rage over the spine of your novel. The redhead smirked at you, his brother in arms, Penguin, clutching his own chest alongside grasping Shachi’s bicep.

“I couldn't not!” he confessed between cackles, “It was right there!” You shook your head at him, rising to your feet and readied yourself to berate your fellow Heart-Pirate crewman, only for the drone of your Captain to spark over the Den-Den speakers.

“Ships’ Counselor, to my office,” your anger immediately cooled, huffing away your exasperation with a puff of breath.

“Saved by the captain, as per usual, Orka,” you snarled at him. His smirk only widened as you shook off the flavor of seasoned water with a shrug of your shoulders and a rotation of your neck.

“Ooooh, Counselor to the Captain’s office,” Penguin taunted you with a higher pitch to his regular drone, “How many times does that make this week, hm Shach?”

“That makes the fourth day in a row, Pen,” Shachi taunted back. You placed your marker within the pages of your novel and tucked it within your satchel. Shaking your head at the both of them, you eyed them off cautiously.

“Four days of not so secret, secret meetings,” Penguin continued in his teasing tone, “What do you get up to in there? Want to share with your two bestest friends?”

“After that little stunt?” you quipped at him, gesturing to the ceramic teacup, “Absolutely not."

“It was just a little switch-e-roo,” Shachi chuckled, “A little switch up to make things interesting.”

“I will get you back for that little switch up, boys,” you threaten them with narrowed eyes and a wide smirk, “When you least expect it, I'll enact my revenge.” The seriousness in your tone had both men on edge beneath your icy tone.

“Jokes on you,” Penguin snarled your name in a hushed whisper, “I'm always on edge.”

“A terrible coping strategy, Pen,” you remark with a soft chuckle, “When you're ready to work through that, make an appointment with me, okay?” He hummed a soft acknowledgement at your comment, both men watching as you turned to make your way through the Polar Tang.

As you left the common area and wove your body down the hall, Shachi turned to Penguin and bumped his shoulder against his.

“You reckon Cap and Sel are a little friendly?” he asked his dark-haired crewmate.

“More than that, I think,” Penguin smirked in return, scrunching his nose up, “Why else would he call ‘em into the office so much?”

Both men looked at one another with a small shrug before returning to their own recreational activities in the mess hall, leaving thoughts of romantic dalliance between you and Law alone while their hobbies occupy them.

As soon as you knock, your practiced routine for the last few days has your momentum carrying you to the desk Law remained sat behind.

“Counselor,” Law addressed you with a soft nod.

“Captain,” you mirrored his expression with a nod of your own. Your soft, melancholy smile rose up to your lips.

“I need you to do that thing I like,” he confessed with an even tone. You shook your head, your brows furrowed to a low frown.

“Captain,” you begin, shaking your head, “This is the fourth day in a row that you've-.”

“-I need it,” he spoke over you, a small growl in his tone, “I need you to do it again.” You sighed in response, weaving your way over to his position behind the desk.

He swivelled his chair, his knees parted and hands gripping the denim over his thighs. His teeth clenched behind his tightly clamped lips, his brow deepening in a frown of his own.

“Are you certain?” you asked him, reaching out and smoothing your hands over his shoulders before cupping his chin beneath your fingertips.

“I know it's a request not common in your training,” he confessed, his inked fingertips tentatively and soothingly brushing over your own, “And it's well out of your job description and comfort zone. But I need you to do this for me.”

You smile softly at him, his eyelids falling into a cresent shape with his small smile. His hat lay askew on his desk, his documents all neatly compiled in a catalogued heap beside him.

“Alright, Captain,” you smiled at your captain, turning your hands and capturing his within your digits, “Let's go do that thing you like.”

You led Law by the hands, tugging at his wrists and slowly moved yourself to a seated position over the suade sofa in his office, patting the empty space beside you to indicate for Law to sit.

Immediately, he fell in a heaped mess beside you. His head hit your thighs, his face hidden against your stomach as your hands gently began caressing his hair. He lay himself down, tucking his lanky legs against his chest as you began the routine you had been practicing for the past four days.

“My boy, dry your eyes,” you sung melodically to him, your voice not professional by any means, but well enough to carry the simple melody. He immediately became transported back into a memory.

“Tomorrow will soar, as the dove flies,” you massaged his scalp, hands soothing over the unruly strands. He tucked his head further against your stomach, using your body as a shield to muffle any uncharacteristic whimpers from falling from his lips.

“You are loved from your head to your toes,” you continued, your own emotions almost betraying you as you felt his shoulders shuddering, “May my words spread light over woes.”

“For you are my best boy,” you repeated your lilted chorus, “My only boy.”

As your words hung thick in the air, you attempted to ignore the dampened streaks of fresh, hot tears soaking through your shirt. You knew Law needed to linger in this space, process this state of grief and use you as a lightning rod to draw in his thundering strike of raw emotion.

For the past four days, he needed a space to linger in his grief. When you noticed him making simple mistakes navigating the Polar Tang through still waters, you immediately set an appointment up with him to talk through it. It took you the first month to get him to open up, the following two to reassure him that nothing ever said here would leave.

It only took two months after that one to have him process his childhood with you there as an ear, a council and a guide to usher him through. You had become friends through this, sometimes using the opportunity to discuss hobbies and jokes. But lately, he would use your time together to remember all those lost to him.

For the past four days, that focus was on his mother.

After clutching against you within this state of vulnerability for several, you chose not to make a sound. Disguising your breath by taking lengthy inhales and exhales, your heart soared, and relief washed over you when you felt your captain match your intentional breaths.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your naval, withdrawing his face from your body and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You've done well,” you acknowledged him, withdrawing your hands from his hair as he moved to sit upright, “Less time than the last few sessions we've done this together.”

He hummed, his heart feeling lighter and less overcome beneath the strangling waves of oppressed sorrow. His eyes were red and glossy, the streaks of tears now drying on his cheeks.

“Do you want to talk about it this time, or do you want to leave it?” you offered him, feeling his bare grief still lingering, “We've spoken so much about Dressrosa, Corazon and Doflamingo. Do you want to tell me why this melody means so much to you?”

He sighed, his tattooed fingers drawing over his eyes as he scraped them over his cheeks and down to his whiskered chin.

“My mother sang that song to me every night,” he confessed in a voice just above a whisper, “She would change the lyrics for my sister when it was her turn. I would often catch her humming it when she thought nobody was around.”

You nodded along, ushering him to continue with your eyes supporting his release of pent up emotion.

“I was a child when my whole country perished with the poisoning, or the extermination,” he continued, a wave in his voice causing him to gulp back a dry lump forming, “I don't think I had the opportunity to process this before, and now that her birthday is coming up-...”

“...You miss them,” your hands subconsciously sought out his knee, giving the cap a gentle squeeze in acknowledging his emotions, “And there is nothing wrong with experiencing the gravity of such a loss well after experiencing it. You've been through so much, Captain.”

His hand reached down to cup yours over his knee, his head shaking a soft denial to your words.

“You likely think me weak,” he confessed with a dark smile, “You have the ability to dismiss me from duty and take command, should you no longer see me fit to lead.”

“For experiencing human emotions?” you quirk your brow up, a soft smile elevating to your lips, “Hardly a valid reason for mutiny, sir.”

He chuckled at your answer, his rare smile once again drawing over his face. The moment of the memory had left him once more, his mind now fully present beside you. Your smile was one he had seen a thousand times before, but this particular one penetrated his cold heart and swelled it with an engulfing warmth.

“I appreciate you so much, Counselor,” he admitted, his body moving against its will in a hypnotic trance as his forehead met with your own, “I will be forever grateful that Bepo convinced me that our crew needed one.”

“For what it's worth,” you whisper, closing your eyes and lingering against him, “I think you are an excellent captain,” you used your thumb to brush against his knuckles, “Your parents, your sister, your country, and Rosinante would be proud of the man you've become.”

Lingering against each other, Law fought back the urge flooding his chest to release more of his stress physically. He wanted to lunge forward and press himself against you, cry into you and show his appreciation with embracing you.

But he remembered who he was, where he was, who you were, and who you were to him. You were an equal, a colleague, a friend, and someone who acts as both therapist and deepest confidant to him as your superior.

He could never betray that to seek out a physical dalliance, no matter how much his body screamed at him to clutch against you.

You were plagued with a similar plight, desperately wanting to join your lips with Law’s and demonstrate how safe, secure, and loved he is with you. To become a person far greater than a mere colleague to him.

These past few months had drawn you both close - but these past few days had propelled you even closer. You could never betray your station and your standing as his confidante and counselor.

As the night lingered on, you both opted to remain like this for several moments: enjoying the soft, emotional touch and the world you had carved out behind the safety of the office door. Both yearning and craving the touch to deepen between you, like a swelling rush of water behind a rapidly caving dam wall.

You just needed one more, simple push before that wall would shatter for you to give into this craving. But stubourness, duty and your minds often stood in the way of you both giving in to he desires your heart screamed for.

#one piece #x reader #trafalgar law #Trafalgar Law x reader #op law #law x reader #law x you #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #op law x reader

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hamlos · 3 months

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Smg4 Switch Au

Dear Diary

for smg4!

I smg4 will try to write down my things in this diary, but I can’t promise that they will be interesting to other people, because these diaries are for me and also those people who I consider good enough to read my diary.

Dear Diary

I would like to start with the fact that I got here because I really screwed up and couldn’t defeat “one” of my “enemies”.. after which I ended up here because of him and lost full access to my world, I don’t even know now what’s happening with my friends or acquaintances, in terms of the fact that now, although I see them in another world, they are not the same as before for me. I tried to make friends with them, but I seem to have gained a reputation as a jerk in their eyes, and they don’t want to fully talk to me, even meggy.

Now the only “friend” of all of them is smg3, he is now kind for some reason and also an idiot, but in principle, as long as he doesn’t try to kill me, I’m quite comfortable with him.

Actually, he looks even better like this when he's not evil and wears those light colored clothes.

In fact, this sounded very strange. Perhaps I should stop describing his clothes.

2,5

Dear Diary

I would like to write here about how I live now, but I don’t know if it will be good for my reputation and safety in the future, because I heard that it seems that one of the Mario brothers is trying to steal my diary, perhaps I will put protection on it so that it cannot be opened without my knowledge.

[But if you opened it like that, then congratulations, you are receiving a nuclear missile in your home as a gift.]

Recently I tried to make a regular pizza but I didn’t have the ingredients for it, so I put some kind of horseradish on it and it still turned out delicious.

[I forgot what I put in, when I remember I’ll write]

"Smg3 is probably cool, but for some reason I notice that he behaves like some kind of character from a strange anime. Like DereDere characters, like TsundDere but without mental disorders, maybe...

Dear Diary

I began to notice that I am too fixated on bad thoughts now, "He" often tried to kill me and I lost all my friends, my castle and my YouTube channel, it’s not like it matters right now, but I worry about my friends a lot .. but not for “him” ..

Pizza Recipe: Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon. Cheese.

OH LORD

7,5

Dear Diary

I apologize to the reader of this diary for such a sudden transition to capital letters, I just remembered one very shameful thing... between me and my enemy.. Brr no, I won’t go play club penguin with smg3 today.

Very embarrassing memories immediately in my head.

I would like to make some kind of cake for Mario, it seems like his anniversary is coming soon, I don’t remember, even if it’s not soon, I’ll do it anyway.

8,5

he didn’t have an anniversary, I am fool .

Dear Diary

I hate smg3, he became fixated on his power and I don’t like it, I tried to teach him meme power not so that he wouldn’t respond to my requests to play Club Penguin, this idiot doesn’t understand good things games apparently.

9,5

He answered, for some reason he sounds tired and doesn’t hear my words well, I need to go see him tomorrow, right now I’m looking after the tomato

(Is this partly my pet? I don’t have a pet right now after one incident)

Dear Diary

Smg3 is not himself, he ruined Mario's anniversary and now we are trying to calm him down [mario, not the smg3], well, more precisely, they are trying, because I already tried, I'm still watching smg3 and trying to get him out of his own room, why does he even live in the Peach castle? Oh... I got it..

10,5

He is he is loudly angry about something. By the way, I realized that he likes coffee without sugar. This is strange considering how he looks.

#%:;;:

#smg34 #smg4 smg3 #smg4 #smg3 #my au #smg4 switch au #my post

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ultimate-blorbo-collector · 5 months

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what about winter king x summer queen reader?

here’s a scenario fionna and cake and the ice scouts are in the middle of fighting the candy people until reader breaks in fist blazing and ready to kick candy queen’s butt, like she’s super mad and saves winter and simon

Hey, sorry for taking so long! I've had a lot going on (covid and exams mostly), and I wasn't sure how I wanted to end this one. I think I'll do a follow-up fic as well since I liked this one a lot.

Warnings: Insecure reader, unreliable narrator/reader, death/murder mentions

Wordcount: 1865

You sighed, feeling the cool water lightly splash against your skin and the heat from the pool floatie burn beneath you as you moved your arm. You closed your eyes and fully immersed yourself in this feeling. You always had this luxury, but for some reason, you felt like savoring it today.

Your servant cut through the water before stopping right beside you. It held out a glass of tea, and you took it and lightly held the top of the glass to the side, unafraid of whether the salty water would mix with it.

What you really craved at the moment was to skate around the kingdom of the Winter King, your fiancé. You loved the heat of your kingdom, but the Winter Kingdom was so enticing. The feeling of Simon’s cold hands touching your cheeks or hand or holding you close made you shiver almost every time. Not to mention, encasing yourself in snow and ice instantly relaxed you, no matter what.

You took a few sips of your tea as you drew yourself back to reality. You couldn’t be with him right now. He found travelers who desperately needed his help, and you could ruin everything by accidentally melting things. You eagerly agreed at the time. It wasn’t unreasonable for him to ask that of you. Just a few months before, you asked him to stay away from the fire people who came to you for help. It was hypocritical to now be upset; he has even more control over his power than you do.

Regardless of your reasoning, your stomach hurt. You called out to your faithful servant, “Nessie?”

She made a small hum as she swam back to you.

“Be honest.” You held the glass in both hands and tapped the glass before dropping it to the side. “Should I have told Simon to stay home when I helped those fire people?”

She caught the glass with her tail. “You know my answer, my lady.”

“I know, but I want to hear it again.” Your cheeks ran hot at that confession.

She held in a smile. “I think it was the right thing to do. He could have hurt them since he gets so excited. Just a little bit of snow, and swish, they’re gone. Snuffed out.”

“Thanks, Nessie.”

“Any time, my lady.”

You called back again, “Wait.” She stopped, and you continued, “Why do I feel so awful about having to stay here while he helps someone, then?”

“I think you’re worried about him. You don’t know anything about his visitors. May even be jealous.” You shot a glare, and her expression softened. “I’m sure he felt the same way.”

You began to relax again. “Thanks again. I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s what I’m here for.”

You sighed and slunk back into your floatie. Nessie was completely right. You just didn’t want anything to happen to him, and being able to pinpoint what you were feeling took a weight off of your shoulders.

You closed your eyes again, only to hear faint quacking in the distance. A penguin slid to the edge of the pool, quacking frantically. You sprung up, falling off your floatie. You didn’t understand the penguins like the Winter King, but it was obviously distressed. Something was wrong.

You swam to the edge and climbed over, grabbing your dress off its lounge chair. You took a deep breath and heated your body, allowing the droplets on your skin to evaporate.

Nessie ran over to you with your sword. “I know you’re worried about him, but be careful.”

“Thanks.” You took your sword by the hilt before calling for your huge swan. “Send the penguin home for me.”

You weren't hopeful since you already knew what happened. The Candy Queen kidnapped Simon like she did every week. You rushed to the Candy Kingdom on your swan, flying just above the cotton candy trees. The thought of him standing in his gummy cell, listening to the Candy Queen’s newest attempt to serenade him made your blood boil.

You used to sympathize with her. She had to be so lonely and sad to repeatedly kidnap another person’s partner. Simon insisted she was only crazy. A freak accident melted parts of her brain, leading her to spend the next hundred years chasing after a man who didn’t love her.

You didn’t believe him at first, but your sympathy slowly dwindled as you were forced to save him over and over. You could swear that he allowed her to capture him sometimes. He could fight, and so could his many masterfully-crafted ice scouts, yet she still always managed to catch him off-guard somehow. You gripped the reigns, only to almost drop them when the swan honked softly.

You shook your head, trying to ground yourself back to reality. Simon gets so involved in whatever he’s doing, so getting kidnapped while helping travelers seems right. He’s just unlucky. Or maybe he’s lucky to have you around to save him.

Soon enough, you made it to the gates of the Candy Kingdom. You commanded your Swan to stay and burst inside, melting any of the candy minions who came near you. You rushed up the steps of the nearest tower, the sugary stairs sticking to your heels.

You reached the top floor where the Candy Queen normally kept Simon, only to find it empty. You assumed she took him on a “date,” only to turn to your right, finding a huge room you had never seen before. You watched as the Candy Queen led Simon and another man to the top of a giant mixer.

Simon called out to you and the mixer's whirring echoed as you ran through the room and up the stairs, passing more candy minions and the ice scouts. You made it to the top and called out to the Candy Queen.

She turned, dropping the two men on the ground. “It’s you! You need to stay away from my husband, lady!”

You charged towards her, missing your swing. “No, you get away from him, you hag!”

She dodged your next swing. “You know, he doesn’t think I’m a hag.”

“No, no,” Simon yelled out, “You’re a hag. Definitely.”

She stopped to wink. “He’s just playing hard to get.”

While she posed, you hit the back of her head with the hilt of your sword, and she fell to the edge of the mixer. You glared at her with your sword still in your hands. You could kill her and be done with all of this. You knew it wasn’t right, and Simon had begged you in the past to not let your anger and jealousy come over you.

But she went too far today. She tried to kill him by throwing him into a flipping blender. She was more than just a sad old hag or an inconvenience. She was dangerous.

You clutched your sword with both hands, only for Simon rushed in front of you to grab you by your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. The cold encased you, and you instantly relaxed as you cooled. You dropped your sword, hearing it clank against the ground as you put your arms around him.

He held you like this for a while, only to pull away as you clung to his suit jacket. He smiled at you warmly and held your hands.

“Thank you, my queen,” He spoke loudly and held his arm out, almost like he was making an announcement, “You’ve once again saved us from the jaws of death.”

You nearly choked on your breath, amazed by his charm as you always were. “I can’t believe she tried to kill you.”

“Maybe the wedding announcement got to her.”

“I swear if she tries that again, I’ll kill her.”

“Well, don’t kill her. Please. Anything we do to her, she’ll just come back worse.” His face lightened. “But you saved us, my fair lady!”

“Is she going to be okay?” A voice came from behind you. You turned to the source to see a man with glasses. Were you crazy or was he eerily similar to Simon? They were so different. If you described both of them, they would sound so different, but when you looked at him, you also saw Simon, just without the long nose and blue skin.

“Ah, my lady, this is another version of me.” Simon put his arm around you, placing his hand on your shoulder, and you relaxed from tension you didn’t notice until then. “Simon, this is my fiancé, the Summer Queen.”

You took a small bow. “Nice to meet you.” The other Simon returned the greeting.

You watched a girl and a cat walk up the steps, and you reached to the floor for your sword, only for the Winter King to grab your hand again. “No, no, they’re with the other me.”

You blushed. This castle kept you on edge. You never knew who could arrive and take Simon—your Simon— away from you again, especially now that the Candy Queen had shown her new intentions.

You started to heat up again. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? She wasn’t awful; there were crazier people in Ooo. She could easily find someone else, but no, your fiancé was too amazing.

“I think it’s time to go.” Your Simon picked you up in one fell swoop, and he laid a trail of kisses on your neck. His cold lips tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You laughed softly and moved your head away from him, exposing your neck even more.

You looked over at the other Simon, who seemed almost jealous. The Winter King gently put you down, and you continued to make eye contact with him until he abruptly broke said eye contact. If there’s another Simon, maybe there’s another you. Could he be missing that other you?

The Winter King leaned down beside you. “Don’t mind him, Snowflake. He’s just sad.” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh. How could he talk about himself like that?

You grabbed his tie, pulling and keeping him at your level. “Why is he sad?”

“He’s so lonely, dear, and not to mention he couldn’t break free from the crown.” He held your hand that gripped the tie as your loosened your grip. “He won’t be sad for long. I’m making him a new crown, and he’ll get better.”

You listened to the silence for a moment. The other Simon wasn’t very far from you. “I think you need to whisper.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure he understands. We can’t have you in the dark, can we?”

“No, I get that, but- You didn’t have to tell me this here. You could have waited.”

“Nonsense, it’s fine.” He straightened back up. “I think we just need to get you out of here. You’re so on-edge.”

You agreed and let the entire group ride back to the Winter Kingdom on your swan, careful not to let the other Simon fly off the back. You let the group off in the new hole in the Winter King’s lab. You held your Simon close for a moment before heading home.

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