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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Scarlet and Gold.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.1k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Unhealthy Relationships, Gore (No Injury To Reader), Blood, Implied Consensual Sex, Past Trauma, Obsessive Behavior, and Intimidation.

By the time you reached the address, Diluc was already waiting in the lobby.

You’d gotten the call about an hour ago, spent half an hour dragging yourself out of bed and gathering what you’d need before making the twenty minute drive to an apartment complex on the other side of town, careful to avoid any security cameras the cops would think to check if anyone requested an investigation. Five more to park and throw your well-worn duffle bag over your shoulder and three to find Diluc, loitering near the elevators, fiddling with a loose cigarette he would never light. You greeted him with a quick nod before throwing your bag into his chest, and he feigned a groan, stumbling back as he caught it. He needed to work on his impressions, but that could wait.

You spoke first. That, you couldn’t critique him on – most androids couldn’t speak until spoken to, and you couldn’t expect Diluc to go against one of the core tenants of his programming. “What is it?”

“Just the usual.” He kept his voice low, muted, trying to hide the remaining traces of an accent that’d been invented by some marketing team over a decade ago. “I’ve already seen the apartment. There’s a little blood, but not much else. We’ll be done by sunrise.”

You took the stairs, keeping your head bowed and face shielded from any possible security cameras. Diluc didn’t share your paranoia, staring straight ahead with the same indifferent expression he always seemed to wear. The benefits of having a face that’d been printed and distributed tens of thousands of times, you guessed. Tracking down a single Diluc in a sea of androids and companion bots wasn’t a length most detectives were willing to go to. “I’d rather not have to do this at all.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Says the man who doesn’t have to sleep.” You came to a stop in front of the first door on the fourth story and tried the knob. It gave easily, the cheap titanium dented and the lock broken beyond any hope of repair. Diluc’s handiwork, obviously, although you couldn’t say whether or not he’d done it on purpose. “Anything else you want to tell me, before we get started?”

He thought, for a second. “I passed a carousel on the way here,” he said, with no particular inflection. “It was nice. I thought the horses were well-crafted.”

“About the assignment, ‘luc.”

“Oh,” And then, with a hint of red in his pale cheek. “You might want to hold your breath.”

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. As soon as you opened the door, you were hit with the stomach-turning stench of stale blood and rotting gore, both at least a week old. You cursed, pulling your shirt over your nose and mouth, but pushed forward. The first body was splayed out in the center of the cramped living room, wrists and ankles bound with disembodied wiring, all clothing removed and chest dotted with black ink. The abdomen had been cut open, skin peeled away to reveal the entrails in their full, shriveled glory. Judging by the number of blades littered around the corpse, ranging from blunted scissors to gore-splattered carving knives, it’d been more of a hack job than a dissection.

Diluc had undersold the mess. Blood had soaked into the carpeting and dried, turning the floor a ruddy, reddish-brown color. What was left had gotten on the walls, the furniture, the ceiling. You swallowed back a groan. The furniture could be broken down and discarded, the walls and ceiling bleached. The carpeting, though, would have to be torn up and replaced, which meant you would have to spend a few more precious minutes of your night calling in a cleaning crew. That, or you would have to make Diluc do it, but he was shy around new people, and you were too much of a bleeding heart to sit back and watch him do your work.

“The second body’s in the bedroom.” He was already rummaging through your duffle bag, paying the scene in front of you no more mind that a butcher would lend to a pig on a meat hook. He handed you your tools – a pair of wire cutters, a box cutter, and a pocket-sized sewing kit – and kept the rest for himself. “Let me know when you’re done.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “I thought you would’ve gotten over that by now, ‘luc.”

He didn’t indulge you with a response, only pulling on a pair of latex gloves and starting towards the corpse. You didn’t stick around to watch. Rather, you followed the carnage where it branched off further into the apartment, a trail of rotting viscera and tacky blood leading you into a moderately sized, completely undecorated bedroom. You found your perpetrator quickly; a Dottore droid, still wearing its Teyvat-issued costuming, its hands bloody and a scrap of intestine still caught in its pointed teeth. You paused in the doorway, feeling for the military-grade taser (the only weapon effective against androids, as far as anyone could tell) you kept in your pocket, but the android didn’t move, didn’t shift, didn’t activate at all when you reluctantly approached. There was a charging port at the foot of the bed, still pristine. It must’ve run out of battery just before it could plug itself in.

Towels from the nearest bathroom were dampened and brought in, the evidence of slaughter scrubbed away from artificial skin and its blood-soaked clothing removed. It was muscle memory, by now – dragging the body to its charging port, knocking the converter out of the outlet before connecting the android to its port, making it seem like its late user had drained its batteries before mistakenly leaving it on a dead cable. When it’d slummed into place, you took up your box cutter and sliced a long, thin line from the lowest portion of the scalp to the nape of its neck, revealing the color-coded string of wires that connected the processing units in its metal skull to the rest of its body. You cut through everything you could find, ensuring that if the unit was ever activated again, it wouldn’t be able to do so much as blink. For good measure, you fished out the memory chip kept in the centermost compartment of the throat, too, crushing it under your heel and sweeping the glittering remnants underneath the bed. A copy of the footage it collected would’ve been sent to Teyvat's severs, too, but erasing it was someone else’s job. You were only here to take care of yourself.

With a breathy groan, you bit off a length of thread and haphazardly stitched up your ragged incision. The cosmetics really didn’t matter. In a few days, when someone filed a missing person’s report and the cops stopped by for a check-in, they’d find a spotless apartment, a dysfunctional android, and nothing else. The investigation would lead elsewhere, to a bitter ex-partner or a friend without an alibi, or it would hit a dead end. Either way, Teyvat wouldn’t be involved.

You slipped back out of the bedroom, careful to avoid touching anything you didn’t absolutely have to. By the time you got back to the living room, the body was gone and Diluc was kneeling by a black suitcase no larger than the average carry-on, securing the tags with transparent zip-ties. You and Diluc would haul it to a dump on the outskirts of the city tonight, and a contact of yours would have it compressed and incinerated by tomorrow morning. Maybe, when you were done, you’d take him out for something to eat. Or, you’d get something to eat while he let a mug of black coffee go cold.

You rested your hand on his shoulder by way of praise, pulling away when he stiffened underneath you. Right, that was something you had to work on. Most rogue androids tended to be touch-adverse at best, made aggressive by little more than eye-contact at worst. Diluc was relatively tame compared to most of the cases you handled, but you would still rather not provoke him. “Did you find the phone?”

He grunted, fishing a smartphone out of his pocket. With your sleeve pulled over your hand, you accepted it, found the nearest window, and chucked it as far as into the night as you could. Diluc appeared over your shoulder. “Forty-five meters,” he said, as glass crashed into cement somewhere in the distance. “Above average for non-athletes.”

“I’ve been practicing.” The window was closed, the suitcase slung over Diluc’s shoulder along with your near-empty duffle bag. “I have to make a call. You can meet me in the garage, if you want.” Already pulling up the number to your preferred cleaning service, you glanced to Diluc. “Are we doing breakfast?”

His posture straightened. “Yes.” If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you saw a spark in his glass eyes. “I want to try tea, today.”

By the time you got to the door, Diluc was soaking wet.

You hadn’t gotten a call, and he didn’t text. The first warning you got was a knock on your door, then another a few minutes later, after you decided that anyone who’d go out in this kind of weather wasn’t someone you wanted in your shoebox of an apartment. You only caved after the third, imagining a neighbor who’d gotten locked out or some lost, desperate tourist as you dragged yourself off of your couch and to the unlit entryway. Predictably, Diluc stood in your doorway, red hair plastered to his scalp and clothes drenched, not that he seemed to mind.

“Can you—” He paused, his dull eyes meeting yours as he ran his fingers through his hands, dragging the crimson heap out of his face. “Can you cut my hair?”

Ten minutes later, he was sitting on a stool in your cramped bathroom, wearing grey sweatpants and a (three sizes too big on you, just a touch too small on him) t-shirt while his own clothes dried. He’d told you it wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t feel the cold like you did. When you told him that you didn’t want an univited guest tracking water into your apartment, he accepted it with a curt nod and changed in your bedroom.

After prepping your razor, you positioned yourself behind him, dragging a comb through his hair. It was long enough to reach his waist, curled at the end to make him seem just a touch more disheveled than he actually was. Everything about his hair, from the length of his bangs to the way it could never quite sit completely flat, was perfectly stylized, perfectly crafted to convey Diluc Ragnvindr, Calvery Captain of the Favonious Knights, the only gentleman you’ll ever need again. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that didn’t mourn ruining such a well-executed vision. “You sure about this?” you asked, as you brushed it out. “It can’t exactly grow back.”

“I am.” And then, after a second of thought, “I’d do it myself, but there’s a safe-guard. Can’t damage the merchandise without a direct order from my user.”

Hence why Teyvat needed you in the first place. “How short do you want it?”

“I don’t care, as long as it’s different.”

You hummed, taking up your scissors. “If you say so, boss.”

You cut away everything below his shoulders, then took up your electric razor – running it over the back of his neck. As you worked, Diluc spoke. “How did you start?” You took up your comb, brushing back his bangs and pasting his hair to the side. “With Teyvat, I mean.”

You tasted blood on the back of your tongue, felt a chill run up your spine. You brushed it off, though, refusing to let yourself fall back into that little steel room with those awful golden eyes again. “They brought me on as a technician,” you admitted. You still were one, technically, on your employment transcript, when people outside of your little world asked what you did for a living. “A first-generation Zhongli we were working on went rogue and reverted to its original Morax programming. It wiped out most of my team before security bothered to show up.” You didn’t tell him about the minutes you’d spent hiding in a steel locker, praying its heat sensors had been removed, or the hours it’d taken upper management to decide what to do with you. To people like Diluc, who could take a bullet to the head without faltering, topics like ‘building dread’ and ‘the imminent fear of death’ tended to fall flat. “Since I was already in on their dirty little secret, they decided to keep me on. I didn’t really get a choice. It wasn’t like another job was going to fall into my lap after something like that.”

With your hand under his chin, you turned his head to the side. “Your turn, ‘luc.”

“I… I think I used to be a companion, but something went wrong.” His bangs were next, taken up and coaxed into sitting somewhere other than the dead center of his face. “It’s hard to describe. We aren’t supposed to think about things that aren’t our master,” The word came out hitched, unsteady, like he had to force it past his lips. Like he hadn’t wanted to say it at all. “But I could. It was like… waking up with the ability to fly. I wasn’t supposed to, but I could, and that meant I couldn’t do what I was built to, anymore.”

A thumb pressed into his jaw, a comb dragged across his scalp. Diluc’s eyes fell shut, but else about his blank expression changed. “And? Do you like it?”

“Sometimes.” His shoulders slanted downward. “Do you?”

“Sometimes.” You let go of his chin, letting him turn back to the vanity’s mirror. “What do you think?”

It was far from a masterpiece. The sides were too short, the front too long, every part of it still as untamable as it’d been in its original state. Still, he took it in with wide eyes, the corner of his lips turning upward ever so slightly.

“It’s perfect.”

By the time he got back, you’d nearly fallen asleep.

With your body as wrung out as it was, your energy spent to the point of near unconsciousness, it was all you could do to watch through your eyelashes as Diluc appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder and that tiny, almost undetectable smile still painted across his lips. You’d done this enough for him to know how to navigate your apartment, to know how to navigate you – shifting onto your mattress slowly as he positioned himself between your legs. He’d gotten more used to contact since you started seeing each other, but his touch was still ginger, still gentle as he dragged the dampened cloth over the inside of your thighs. With a groan, you rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and giving him more space to work.

You’d been confused at first, but for all the eloquence Diluc lacked, he could be convincing when he wanted to be. You still weren’t sure how much of it you believed, but it made enough sense – a buried impulse, dampened by his newfound sentience but not quite drowned out. He didn’t want another user, he’d said, but he still had requirements to fill, and this would help to take the edge off.

You couldn’t complain, either. People coughed up tens of thousands of dollars for companion droids, and here you were, being paid six figures a year to close your eyes and let one bury his face between your thighs once or twice a week. The coddling wasn’t bad, either. Your line of work meant most of the people you met had stopped breathing a few days prior, and as loathed as you’d be to admit it, you didn’t hate the feeling of his delicate hands skirting over your skin, didn’t mind it when your eyes drifted open and met his, already fixed on your face. He bowed his head, dipping low enough for his lips to ghost over the curve of your hip before breaking the silence. “A sight as radiant as the rising sun.”

You let out a breath of a chuckle. “I didn’t think you used pre-scripted lines, anymore.”

“I don’t.” He preened, clearly more proud of himself than in-awe of you. “I thought of that one myself.”

This time, your laugh was throaty, genuine, loud enough to ring off the wall of your bedroom as you shoved him away with your foot. “If you want to be romantic, you can start by getting me something to drink, loverboy.”

He provided no resistance, disappearing into your dark apartment and reappearing with a glass of water in his hand a few minutes later. He handed it off to you with an easy smile, and you could almost pretend you didn’t see a phantom of gold in those dark eyes as his fingertips brushed against yours.

By the time you thought to reach for your taser, the android was already charging at you.

It was an Alhaitham, dressed in civilian clothes and sporting a ragged tear across the synthetic skin of his cheek. He was still standing over the corpse of his user – days old, by the time you and Diluc got there – but as you opened the door, he turned to face you, lips parted and his expression totally, utterly blank. For a second, it was all you could do to stare at him, to try to remember whether or not your report had mentioned the android being active, and then he was lunging at you.

You scrambled for your taser, already knowing you couldn’t be able to reach it before he reached you. You clenched your eyes shut, your fingers brushing against plastic, and then—

And then you felt Diluc’s hand on your shoulder, heard metal crack and fold into itself. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to take in the sight of Diluc’s hand wrapped around the android’s head which had been, in turn, reduced to a crumpled heap of scrap metal and shattered glass. Its body twitched once, twice, then went limp, and Diluc released it, letting the now-dysfunctional droid collapse.

After it failed to get up again, Diluc turned to you, practically beaming. “I think,” he said, his voice low, sentimental. “That this is what I’d do to you, if you ever tried to leave me.”

Golden eyes, the stench of fresh blood, the sounds of screaming muffled only by a thin sheet of metal. This time, it wasn’t so easy to pull yourself out of it.

You managed to nod, to force a few words out of your dry throat. “Got it, ‘luc.”

He hummed, the noise contented, appeased. Slowly, delicately, he cupped your cheek, tilting your head back and letting his lips ghost over your forehead. He barely touched you, the gesture as gentle as it was fleeting, but you could feel his grin cutting into your skin, wider than you’d ever seen it before.

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emil1863 · 3 months

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More for the au!

The basics, Gods, Demigods, Devil Fruits, all exist.

World Gov + Marines try and keep the whole concept of gods and demigods under wraps. Because I'm working with "D's" carry divinity. And having a good chunk of them outright despise the government isn't a great look.

Luffy is a god while Garp and Dragon are demigods. Luffy can shift between physical and 'divine' form whereas demigods don't have that ability.

Luffy is the successor/inheritor of his predecessor's will and own divinity. But not through reincarnation necessarily. One in the same but they are very much so different. His devil fruit and promise to Shanks cemented his place as the successor to the sun and freedom. When gods and demigods start out, there isn't a wholly set future for what will they will have, or the ideals they will embody. Luffy has always had his cloudy/intangible form.

Imagine Garp's surprise when his grandson, who was supposed to join him in the marines, is set to embody freedom and the sun. He was pissed for a solid week about that. Garp also had to deal with questioning where Dragon had even gotten Luffy from, he still doesn't know.

Ace and Sabo were very adamant that Luffy not show off his divine form to everyone, especially if he wanted to become a pirate. He can't be a pirate if the government tracks him down and hides him away at the ripe age of like, 8. Also because having a full god is pretty uncommon, Sabo has heard horror story after horror story of what nobles and those in higher society would do to a god. Sabo is the most vocal about Luffy being careful about that.

Luffy meets Koby, and does an absolutely terrible job at keeping his form hidden. It's harder to control which form he's in when he's excited. Koby was a human with no divinity and big dreams that Luffy adored. So, already excited with a new friend, and the two on their way to Shells town, Luffy sneezed and immediately sold himself out. Koby is a terrible liar and so just elects to never speak on this topic ever. If anyone asks why he has so much knowledge on gods, specifically sun gods, he just doesn't answer. Helmeppo thinks it's funny and immediately pieced together why, because Koby cannot keep anything from him. And Garp has to respect how hard that kid is trying to not completely sell out his grandson, even if the brat kind of deserves it for being a pirate.

Luffy is going to be the Pirate King, divine or not. His crew quickly find out about his side quirk/form in varying ways. Zoro woke up one day with a cloudy demon from hell cutting off his airways. Nami was trying to explain clouds to Luffy and that 'no, they cannot just spawn on your person, that's stupid,' and so Luffy shows her that he is in fact, correct.

Usopp got jumpscared early in the morning, before the sun had risen, when Luffy just appeared behind him and asked if he wanted to watch the sunrise. Sanji was cooking dinner and Luffy got so excited he phased out of his physical body.

Chopper found out while asking Luffy if he had any medical conditions he should know about, he thought it was kinda cool that Luffy can change forms. And is only a little jealous that Luffy has a fully human form. Luffy always makes sure to tell Chopper he's exactly who he needs to be.

Robin found out after talking about 'Nika,' who is thought to be long dead, but is not. And is the captain of the crew she is now apart of. Luffy knows the name is important and it has a certain weight when it's said. He physically feels when someone says his name around him. Robin thinks this is very fascinating. (Also can add some context into poneglyphs, that there is a lot to it, even if Robin doesn't yet know and Luffy wasn't alive/doesn't have that knowledge)

Franky was showing off cool shit he could do with his robotic body, and Luffy was like 'me too!!!'

Brook found out when Luffy fell asleep listening to him play a song, and Luffy slipped back into his resting form of cloudiness.

While both forms have their uses and limitations, Luffy is most comfortable in his intangible form, even if his physical one is the default. He cannot access his divine form after a certain point of exhaustion hits.

Im going to end that there before I have an entire novel in this. But that's the general thought throw up I'm smacking down right now.

Sorry if this is incoherent and not easy to understand lol. I will flesh it out more later and when I have actually thought more about it. Might change things later too. Then I'll probably make a good post about it with actual wellish made context and lore.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #op koby #cobylu #kobylu #my art #god au #I HAD THIS WHOLE THING WRITTEN OUT AND DONE AND I DELETED IT LMAO??? I WANNA CRY #ENJOY MY INCOHERENT SCREAMING YALL #LOVE YALL LOTS HOPE YOUR HAVING A GOOD DAY

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skzhua · 2 months

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'down into the hollow' series (coming soon)

synopsis: pixie hollow has never been better. each fairy fulfills their responsibility as they should. all of them? some may be distracted with a certain visitor called love.

genre: fairies!stray kids, fantasy!au, tinkerbell universe, fluff mostly, slow burn, genre depends on each story.

warnings: swearing, suggestive for some of them, all are female reader.

note: they can be read individually, but they are all interrelated. (i used the same names as my 'your eyes' series because i have no inspiration when it comes to names)

note 2: click on the hearts to read!

status: coming soon...

STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

♡ "Follow the melody in your heart."

pairing: music fairy!bang chan x dust keeper!reader.

genre: strangers-to-lovers, fluff, angst.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing, lots of complaining, chan is clueless as hell.

summary: unlike your friend, jisung, you adore being a dust keeper. getting to participate in the magic of the fairies makes you ecstatic. or maybe, it has something to do with the musician who practices near the pixie hollow tree almost every day.

♡ "Can you keep up?"

pairing: fast-flying fairy!lee minho x fast-flying fairy!reader.

genre: enemies-to-lovers (everyone's fav trope), fluff, angst.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing, insults, talks of depression.

summary: as much as minho loves the simplicity of his life, a new fairy arriving in pixie hollow comes in to ruin his perfectly quiet routine. not only that, but she dares to steal the show as one of their fastest fairies they've ever had.

♡ "I'd build a house for you."

pairing: tinker fairy!seo changbin x animal fairy!reader.

genre: slice of life, friends-to-lovers, lots of fluff.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing.

summary: as one of the best tinker fairies, changbin is the fairy to go to when in need. when a squirrel accident occurs, the only person you think of is him. only, this wouldn't be the first time you'd visit the kind fairy.

♡ "I followed the current until I reached a waterfall that made me fall for you."

pairing: water fairy!hwang hyunjin x light fairy!reader.

genre: fluff, angst.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing, hyunjin is a romanticist, talks of loneliness.

summary: you and your brother have a specific routine. in charge of the sunrise and the sunset, you are used to watching them. when you are tasked with rainbows making one day, the water fairy you are paired with takes your breath away.

♡ "Sometimes, you only need a little bit of dust."

pairing: dust keeper!han jisung x music fairy!reaader.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff!

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing, jisung stares a lot.

summary: jisung never liked being a dust keeper. while the others get to play and fly around all day, he stares at the golden flakes for hours on end. on one of his many staring sessions at the other fairies, the music crew begins to play what can only be described as the most magical melody he has the chance to hear. their singer? you.

♡ "I never thought I'd see something shinier than the light."

pairing: light fairy!lee felix x garden fairy!reader.

genre: best friend's brother, fluff.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing.

summary: befriending someone who is a twin means two things. one; you are blessed with all the family secrets. two; you might ask about the other twin's a little too much.

♡ "They say swans find their forever partner."

pairing: animal fairy!kim seungmin x music fairy!reader.

genre: forced proximity, fluff.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing, suggestive.

summary: as you fly over to the daily rehearsal with the music fairies, birds coming your way changes your path and leads you to a dark cavern where the clumsy animal fairy misguided the flying beasts. it might take a while before the both of you get out, might as well make the most of it.

♡ "Growing flowers is kind of my thing."

pairing: garden fairy!yang jeongin x dust keeper!reader.

genre: strangers-to-lovers, fluff.

word count: tba.

warnings: swearing.

summary: he comes every day at the pixie hollow tree, and you observe him every time. you don't know him, he doesn't know you. somehow, the pink flowers he brings every now and then begin to grab your curiosity.

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soberscientistlife · 1 year

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‘I Want To Do My Part’

When the USS Gregory sank in 1942, a mess hall officer named Charles Jackson French dragged a raft full of his wounded crewmates to safety through shark-infested waters.

Born on Sept. 29, 1919, Charles Jackson French spent his early years in Foreman, Arkansas. At the time, Black and white pools were segregated, making it difficult for Black people to find opportunities to learn to swim. Swimming World Magazine speculates that French may have learned to swim by visiting the city’s stone quarries and the Red River.

However he learned to swim, French’s days in Foreman were numbered. After his parents died, he left Arkansas and moved in with his married, older sister Viola in Omaha, Nebraska. And by the time he was 18, French decided to strike out on his own and enlist in the U.S. Navy

The Navy, like swimming pools across the country, was strictly segregated. As a Black man, French had virtually no other choice than to work as a mess attendant. In that capacity, the U.S. Navy Office Of Information reports that French spent four years the USS Houston, serving meals to the white sailors, cleaning their tables, and keeping the mess hall spick and span.

French returned to Omaha when his deployment ended in November 1941, but he wouldn’t stay in Nebraska for long. After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, French promptly re-enlisted.

“I want to do my part, because I’m already trained and I can start right away,” French said at the time.

He had spent his last tour cruising around the Pacific. But this time, Charles Jackson French would see significantly more action.

On Sept. 5, 1942, the USS Gregory and the USS Little were attacked by Japanese destroyers around 1 a.m. while patrolling the waters near Savo Island and Guadalcanal. The U.S. Navy Office Of Information reports that the Gregory, outgunned, sank after just three minutes. Its surviving men were plunged into shark-infested waters as the Japanese fired on them.

But French leaped into action. The 23-year-old helped injured sailors onto a makeshift raft and — when U.S. Navy Ensign Robert Adrian told him that the current would pull the raft toward a Japanese-occupied island — volunteered to jump in the water and pull the raft in the other direction.

Adrian told him it was impossible. French, according to Adrian, replied: “Just keep telling me if I’m goin’ the right way.”

He shed his waterlogged clothes, tied a rope around his waist, and started to swim. For the next six to eight hours, French tirelessly swam as sharks got so close that they sometimes brushed against his legs. At sunrise, an American scout finally spotted him and the others and sent rescue.

But French’s ordeal didn’t end there. As he later recounted, as recorded by Chester Wright in Black Men and Blue Water, French and other uninjured soldiers were taken to a rest camp by their rescuers, who wanted to separate French from the white sailors. To French’s surprise, the sailors insisted that French stay with them as a fellow member of Gregory’s crew.

“Them white boys stood up for me,” French emotionally told Wright.

The story of Charles Jackson French’s heroism was later made public by Adrian, who described it on a radio program called It Happened in the Service in October 1942, according to Swimming World Magazine. Adrian had never learned French’s full name — he and the others only knew him as “French” — but he fully credited him for their rescue that day.

“I can assure you that all the men on that raft are grateful to mess attendant French for his brave action off Guadacanal that night,” Adrian said.

The story was soon picked up by the national news, and Charles Jackson French was identified by NBC. He was celebrated across the country, featured in a comic strip, and lauded by the Black press.

Adrian “and other white Americans owe their LIVES to a black man whom he identified as a ‘mess attendant named French,'” the Pittsburgh Courier, a Black newspaper, wrote after French was identified.

The newspaper continued: “Although Mess Attendant Charles Jackson French of Arkansas was not in a heroic job, he MADE a heroic job out of it. He who had been looked down upon as a caste man, frozen in status, suddenly was looked up to as a SAVIOUR.”

Though rumors spread that Charles Jackson French might be awarded the Navy Cross, he was given only a letter of commendation from Admiral William F. Halsey, Jr., the then-commander of the Southern Pacific Fleet.

French may have been denied the medal because a Silver Star was awarded to one of his superiors — and it was unprecedented to award a higher medal to a subordinate. But the Omaha World-Herald noted some decades later that future president John F. Kennedy had been given the Navy and Marine Corps Medal for a similar act of bravery.

After his service on the USS Gregory, Charles Jackson French didn’t rest on his laurels. He returned to his role in the mess on the USS Endicott and the USS Frankford, and witnessed D-Day and the invasion of southern France.

After World War II ended, French faded from the public eye. Black Past reports that he suffered from alcoholism and depression, and passed away on Nov. 7, 1956, in San Diego, California. He was only 37 years old.

But since then, there’s been a push to give this forgotten World War II hero his due. In April 2021, a post about French from the International Swimming Hall of Fame revived his story. And a year later, Rear Admiral Charles Brown, the Navy public affairs officer, presented eight of French’s relatives with a posthumous Navy and Marine Corps Medal — just like Kennedy’s.

“It will inspire generations of sailors,” Brown said at the medal ceremony, reported by the Omaha World-Herald. “It’s a story of the best of who we are.”

French has been honored in other ways, too. A training pool at Naval Base San Diego was named after French, and a post office in his hometown of Omaha also bears his name.

Black History Month Day 24

#black history facts #black history month #blackhistory #black lives matter

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NASA Photographers Share Their Favorite Photos of the SLS Moon Rocket

NASA’s Space Launch System (SLS) rocket is on the launch pad at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida and in final preparations for the Artemis I mission to the Moon. Now that our Moon rocket is almost ready for its debut flight, we wanted to take a look back at some of the most liked photographs of our SLS rocket coming together over the years.

We asked NASA photographers to share their favorite photos of the SLS rocket for Artemis I at different phases of testing, manufacturing, and assembly. Here are their stories behind the photos:

“On this day in March 2018, crews at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, transported the intertank structural test article off NASA’s Pegasus barge to the Load Test Annex test facility for qualification testing.” —Emmett Given, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“This is the liquid oxygen tank structural test article as it was moved from the Pegasus barge to the West Test Area at our Marshall Space Flight Center on July 9, 2019. The tank, which is structurally identical to its flight version, was subsequently placed in the test stand for structural testing several days later. I remember it being a blazing hot day!” —Fred Deaton, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“The large components of the SLS rocket’s core stage can make you forget that there are many hands-on tasks required to assemble a rocket, too. During the mating of the liquid hydrogen tank to the forward section of the rocket’s 212-foot-tall core stage in May 2019, technicians fastened 360 bolts to the circumference of the rocket. Images like this remind me of all the small parts that have to be installed with care, expertise, and precision to create one huge Moon rocket. Getting in close to capture the teammates that work tirelessly to make Artemis a success is one of the best parts of my job.” —Eric Bordelon, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“An incredible amount of precision goes into building a rocket, including making sure that each of our SLS rocket’s four RS-25 engines is aligned and integrated into the core stage correctly. In this image from October 2019, I attempted to illustrate the teamwork and communication happening as technicians at NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans do their part to help land the first woman and the first person of color on the Moon through the Artemis missions. It’s rare to see the inside of a rocket – not as much for the NASA and Boeing engineers who manufacture and assemble a rocket stage!” —Jared Lyons, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“When the fully assembled and completed core stage left the Michoud factory in January 2020, employees took a “family photo” to mark the moment. Crews transported the flight hardware to NASA’s Pegasus barge on Jan. 8 in preparation for the core stage Green Run test series at NASA’s Stennis Space Center near Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. When I look at this photo, I am reminded of all of the hard work and countless hours the Michoud team put forth to build this next-generation Moon rocket. I am honored to be part of this family and to photograph historic moments like this for the Artemis program.” —Steven Seipel, MAF multimedia team lead, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“This photo shows workers at Stennis prepare to lift the SLS core stage into the B-2 Test Stand for the SLS Green Run test series in the early morning hours of Jan. 22, 2020. I started shooting the lift operation around midnight. During a break in the action at about 5:30 a.m., I was driving my government vehicle to the SSC gas station to fuel up, when I saw the first light breaking in the East and knew it was going to be a nice sunrise. I turned around and hurried back to the test stand, sweating that I might run out of gas. Luckily, I didn’t run out and was lucky enough to catch a beautiful Mississippi sunrise in the background, too.” —Danny Nowlin, photographer, NASA’s Stennis Space Center

“I like the symmetry in the video as it pushes toward the launch vehicle stage adapter. Teams at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, loaded the cone-shaped piece of flight hardware onto our Pegasus barge in July 2020 for delivery to NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. The one-point perspective puts the launch vehicle stage adapter at the center of attention, but, if you pay attention to the edges, you can see people working. It gives a sense of scale. This was the first time I got to walk around Pegasus and meet the crew that transport the deep space rocket hardware, too.” —Sam Lott, videographer, SLS Program at Marshall Space Flight Center

“This was my first time photographing a test at our Stennis Space Center, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I have photographed big events like professional football games, but I wasn't prepared for the awesome power unleashed by the Space Launch System’s core stage and four RS-25 engines during the Green Run hot fire test. Watching the sound wave ripple across the tall grass toward us, feeling the shock wave of ignition throughout my whole body, seeing the smoke curling up into the blue sky with rainbows hanging from the plume; all of it was as unforgettable as watching a football player hoist a trophy into the air.” —Michael DeMocker, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“When our SLS Moon rocket launches the agency’s Artemis I mission to the Moon, 10 CubeSats, or small satellites, are hitching a ride inside the rocket’s Orion stage adapter (OSA). BioSentinel is one of those CubeSats. BioSentinel’s microfluidics card, designed at NASA’s Ames Research Center in California’s Silicon Valley, will be used to study the impact of interplanetary space radiation on yeast. To me, this photo is a great combination of the scientific importance of Artemis I and the human touch of more than 100 engineers and scientists who have dedicated themselves to the mission over the years.” —Dominic Hart, photographer, NASA’s Ames Research Center

“I was in the employee viewing area at Kennedy when the integrated SLS rocket and Orion spacecraft was rolled out to the launchpad for its wet dress rehearsal in March 2022. I really like this photo because the sun is shining on Artemis I like a spotlight. The giant doors of the Vehicle Assembly Building are the red curtain that opened up the stage -- and the spotlight is striking the SLS because it’s the star of the show making its way to the launchpad. I remember thinking how cool that NASA Worm logo looked as well, so I wanted to capture that. It was so big that I had to turn my camera sideways because the lens I had wasn’t big enough to capture the whole thing.” —Brandon Hancock, videographer, SLS Program at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“I made this image while SLS and Orion atop the mobile launcher were nearing the end of their four-mile trek to the pad on crawler-transporter 2 ahead of launch. Small groups of employees were filtering in and out of the parking lot by the pad gate to take in the sight of the rocket’s arrival. The “We Are Going!” banner affixed to the gate in the foreground bears the handwritten names of agency employees and contractors who have worked to get the rocket and spacecraft ready for the Artemis I flight test. As we enter the final days before launch, I am proud to have made my small contribution to documenting the historic rollout for this launch to the Moon.” —Joel Kowsky, photographer, NASA Headquarters

More Photo-worthy Moments to Come!

NASA photographers will be on the ground covering the Artemis I launch. As they do, we’ll continue to share their photos on our official NASA channels.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

#NASA #Artemis #Moon #Space Launch System #rocket science #space #exploration #Moon 2024 #science #technology #tech #photography #photographers on Tumblr #original photographers

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dragon-drop1477 · 2 months

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pirate gem and navy soldier pearl friends to enemies(?) to lovers au

story that came to me while I was drawing this under the cut

Pearl ends up stranded and floating after a naval battle. Fortunately she gets found and picked up by a passing pirate ship. The crew takes good care of her and she enjoys everyone’s company, especially captain gem. Eventually they dock for supplies and after a round of goodbyes they let pearl go home. On the way she bumps into her former captain. Happy to see her alive he asks how she survived. Caught off guard she points out the ship that rescued her. It’s recognized as a pirate ship and the crew are taken into custody while pearl is credited for their capture. After a few hours of rethinking her life she packs up her most precious belongings and breaks out the pirate crew. They all sail off into the sunrise with their newest member. ❤️

#hermitcraft #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #shiny duo #pearlgem

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Hi everyone ! This is only like my second time writing so bear with me.. I don’t see much Usopp appreciation on here so I figured I’d just write about him. Enjoy ! (๑>◡<๑)

Requests, Reblongs and Likes are appreciated <3

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OPLA!Usopp x Artist!Reader

summary: As you vent to Nami about your feelings of Usopp, the devil himself intrudes in overhearing everything you’ve just talked about.

Takes place whenever they still had the Going Merry? (I’m only on ep98 ok.)

Warnings: Nothing really, Slight angst to fluff, sfw, not proofread, also ik Kaya ain’t like this I love her just gotta do it for the story babes

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“I just don’t know what else to do Nami.” You sighed to her, you were both sitting in the kitchen drinking whatever new cocktail Sanji had made up for the both of you. “I don’t think he likes me that way, I mean I’m pretty sure he’s hooked on Kaya the way they kissed before he joined us.” You said, mentally cringing at the memory.

“Come on y/n! That was like what, a year ago? I’m pretty sure they don’t even talk.” Nami exclaimed as she rubbed your arm as a way of letting you know she was there for you. You know they still talk though, you’ve seen him hunched over his desk (if he has one in his room..?), writing letters to her. Your heart broke even more seeing the excited look on his face when he got a letter back from her.

You and Usopp were fairly close, spending the day together from sunrise to sunset daily. You’d give feedback on his newest creations and he’d give advice on your fighting skills, or your drawings you’d draw of the new islands you visited or just your crew. You’d never admit it but your sketchbook was mostly full of him, some he knew about and happily posed for while other ones you’d do in your free time as everyone was chilling together on the Going Merry. Shortly after he joined the crew you noticed your development in feelings for him and tried to ignore them, but ultimately gave in.

“Y/N!” Nami exclaimed, realizing you had zoned out while you two were talking. “God, you’re actually day-dreaming of him?” She shivered dramatically while you rolled your eyes at her. Nami looked at you and sighed as you laid your head against her shoulder, finishing your drink. “I just- I like him so much Nami and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling him while he’s got his eyes on another woman.. I’ve been somewhat distancing myself from him to try to loose those feelings but it’s just making me abt him more.” You sniffled, feeling your emotions getting the best of you.

“Oh y/n..” Nami gasped slightly, taking you into her arms as you felt tears invading your lashline. “Look, if he doesn’t realize how stupid he is to have you it’s his loss! I’m sure he-“ Nami ranted before getting cut off by a familiar someone falling face first through the kitchen door. You gasped as you saw Usopp groan as he got up. “Uh.. hi?” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you.. hear everything?” You asked, standing up now from your seat. “I- maybe? But it’s okay! I actually, wait y/n!” Usopp yelled after you as you speed walked out of the kitchen, running towards you and Nami’s shared room past everybody else as quickly as you could. Your heart was beating fast as you locked the door behind you, sliding down it as you finally let everything out.

“You idiot!” Nami yelled at Usopp, hitting behind his head as he groaned rubbing it.

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It was now hours later, you were curled up in your bed refusing to come out of your room no matter who knocked or begged for you to come out. It was now a bit past dinner time, you sighed and sat up on your bed. You then got up and decided you could go up to the deck for some fresh air as everyone would be retreating to their rooms for the night. You quickly walked up the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting out a big sigh.

“y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask, growing the ache in your heart bigger. It was Usopp, you didn’t say anything or move but he did. He stood beside you leaning on the rail aswell, glancing at you awkwardly.

“I- god I don’t know how to do this stuff.. y/n I-“ Usopp stuttered out before you cut him off. “It’s okay, Usopp. I know you and Kaya love each other. Please don’t let what you heard in the kitchen ruin our friendship. I just-“ you sighed out before it was Usopp turn to cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide with shock before closing them and melting into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer before pulling away for a breather.

“y/n, I love you. Kaya and me aren’t a thing, it was just one kiss honestly. We tried to make it work with writing letter back and forth but one day she told me she fell in love with another kid from our village, and I was okay with that honestly. Because I want you. You make me feel so nervous and happy and- just everything. I like you so much y/n, I want you as my girlfriend, not her. I’m not very good at this yet but I promise I’ll try for you and protect you, as the great captain Usopp!” He told you, smiling.

You looked back at him in shock, processing everything before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Of course, God Usopp.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Also sorry it’s kinda short.. please give me any advice and I’m looking for mutuals, so please ask if you’d like to be! I’ll also take any requests.

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Bonus pic of the sillies (≧∀≦)

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A/N: I was really surprised and happy to see people liked Silvio's Pirate AU for @cy-inky's 1 week challenge. I had so much fun writing it, I decided to make a part 2. Here it is! (You do need to read part one to follow this, its not a stand alone fic)

WC: 1.1 k

Silvio’s thumb runs over your chin, his head is cocked to one side as he searches your face, his blue eyes alight like the seas during a summer storm.

“Seems like you gotta convince me…..Captain.”

You slap his hand away, the sound like a pistol shot in the confines of his small rented room.

“What the fuck,” he snarls, jerking away from you, sudden anger raising the color in his cheeks.

It was perhaps a tad excessive but if you had allowed this man to touch you like that, had lost yourself in the familiar feel of his fingers on your skin, the shifting ocean of his eyes, you know it would have ended with you in his bed and an empty room in the morning, sheets twisted with the agony of abandonment, the air thick with disappointment.

No, it’s a dance you have done far too many times with Captain Silvio Ricci. Your heart is best kept locked in a steel cage, away from his grasp.

“The only convincing you need, jackass, is one look at the map and the knowledge of what kind of bounty is waiting for anyone who can follow it.” Your voice crackles with irritation, at the way his touch is still haunting your skin.

He crosses the small room in several paces, yanking open the drawer of his shoddy wooden nightstand and pulls out a flask. He petulantly takes a long pull before wiping his mouth and regarding you with narrowed eyes.

“I ain’t lettin’ you anywhere near my ship until I see the map.”

“I’m not showing it to you until you guarantee me and my crew passage on your ship.” The waters around Alexandrite are notoriously dangerous. So much so that no ship has ever traveled there and returned whole.

No ship except his.

“The whole fucking crew? No way. I gotta watch out for my own. You and no one else.”

You shift your weight, annoyance tap-dancing across your expression. “Your boat is big enough.”

He shakes his head, his gold earring swinging in time to his stubbornness. “Uh uh. Your crew don’t know my ship. And I ain’t gonna take on the chore of babysittin’ people who have only ever sailed on your dingy.”

His jab at the size of your ship has always been one of his favorite things to provoke you with.

You exhale through gritted teeth. “Fine. Just me.”

There it is. That easy, irritatingly sexy grin that sends your heart rattling the bars of its cage and has other much neglected parts of you screaming for attention.

“Well now ya just gotta show me the map and we’re good.” He leans back on the bed, resting his weight on one hand. Another familiar sight, echoing countless forgone nights spent in his cabin, in your cabin, in dockside inns like this one.

You clear your throat even though it’s dry as a bone.

“I’ll bring it to your ship in the morning. Along with a trunk of my belongings. We sail at dawn.”

Turning on heel, you can hear his voice rising as you leave. “Whaddaya mean we sail at dawn? I’m the captain! I say when we sail, you-” The closing door cuts off the rest of his words and now you’re the one grinning as you bound down the wooden steps, away from his room.

Sunrise at sea is never disappointing. You lean your arms on the wooden railing of The Sea Bitch, Silvio’s ship, watching as the wind puffs out the mainsail, urging you away from port and toward the distant, dangerous waters of Alexandrite. The sky can’t seem to decide which color to wear so she wears them all: pale pink, rich apricot, deep orange, soft lavender, arresting gold.

The crew watched you board. Some grinned knowingly, others were openly warm and welcoming, happy to see you again. But there were some crew members who quickly averted their eyes, only mumbling a welcome because you are a captain in your own right. You wonder what stories Silvio has spun behind your back, what tall tales he created to justify your absence.

“You said one fuckin’ trunk. What you had my crew hauling wasn’t a trunk but a goddamned wardrobe.” His voice cuts through the peaceful scene, his jewelry jangling as he comes to a stop beside you, clutching the railing with his strong hands. The early sunlight winks off the deep blue stones of his many rings. One in particular catches your attention. A braided band of gold and platinum on the middle finger of his left hand. It’s easily outshined by the gaudiness of his other rings but you would know it anywhere. After all, you gave it to him one idyllic moonlit night forever ago.

The sight of it has you jerk away from him, forcing your gaze out across the water, gleaming in the early morning light. Why the hell is he still wearing it? And the moment you have the thought, your brain begins pointing a finger at you, shaking its head. Hypocrite. What is the delicate chain you wear around your ankle, hidden in your black Cavalier boot that no one ever sees but you? The silver one dotted with tiny, twinkling blue sapphires that he fastened himself with those long, nimble fingers.

“So where’d you put it? Are you kicking poor Carlo out of his quarters?” The first mate is such a polite man he probably would not mind. In fact he would probably insist it was an honor.

Silvio turns his head and there is trouble in the glint of his blue, blue eyes, in the flash of his white teeth.

“I ain’t puttin’ out any of my crew. You’re sleepin’ in my cabin where I can keep an eye on ya.”

Shock and anger have turned your blood to lava and your reaction is just as explosive. “The fuck I am!”

He is utterly unmoved by your outburst, simply shrugging a shoulder. “I didn’t say ya gotta be in my bed. I got a couch in there.” His head tilts and his grin slides into place. “Unless, of course, ya change your mind and then I’ll consider sharin’.”

And with that he walks away and you wonder as your fingers curl into your palms if he knows how dangerously close he is to you running him through with your rapier.

Risking your ship suddenly seems a much more palatable option than spending another minute with him. You turn your gaze towards the port which is already only a smudge in the distance.

Too late now.

You sigh, turning back to the ocean and bracing yourself on the railing.

You’ve made your bed and you have to lie in it.

But you’ll be damned if it includes Captain Silvio Ricci ever again.

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#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci #ikemen silvio #pirate au #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #otome fanfic #otome fanfiction #violettwrites

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morbsmagee · 7 months

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Live Action One Piece Fanfiction

(None of these are mine please go check out the original creators!!!)

Multiple Characters ▽

🌊 OPLA Characters And Physical Touch

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌. ๑ 𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗲𝗻 !

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Straw Hat Crew Gangbang Headcanons

Love at First Sight

First Kiss

They find out your hands are rated E for Everyone

Single Parent(OPLA)

Calling Them By Their Full Name

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face

Luffy ▽

SITTING PRETTY: LUFFY x Y/N ( Part one )

SPECIAL: LUFFY x Y/N ( Part Two )

Take you on to the world | Inaki Godoy

A Night to Remember | Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy X Reader: Love bites

Always serious about you

Luffy Finally realizes he Loves you!

Love at First Sight (Luffy x Reader)

Me gustas tú

Head Empty. Only You.

Zoro ▽

mise en rose.

TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD

"one more kiss?please?"

pretty in that ( Part One )

nobody but you ( Part Two )

Buoyant : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader oneshot

After the Storm

speak teeth

intertwined ribbons

Chaos in Their Bones

how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)

Sanji ▽

busgirl

★ SUPER SHY

hammock.

EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEEZY

the Special | Sanji x reader

Effortlessly Sweet

Go Fish! (Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Napping and Cooking (Part One)

Napping and Defending Friends (Part Two)

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 | 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 + 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘

back of house.

Tasting the Sunrise

how do you fall in love / harder than a bullet could hit you

𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❛ opla! sanji + reader who takes naps on the regular ❜

Dancing in the rain

things I won't tell you

One piece headcanon

Sanji with a s/o with food sensory issues

“CREEP ALERT,” {v.s}

"Birthday Treat"

"Tease"

Imagine daydreaming about Sanji…

Imagine Sanji’s reaction when you cry after hearing his life story...

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (?)

Forbidden fruit

Nami ▽

Skinny Dipping

kitten

Usopp ▽

ONE BED? – Usopp x female reader

Koby ▽

Confession

OPLA! Koby with a Golden Retriever-esque! S/o

Shanks ▽

there's nothing left, nothing left for me to do / you're the one that I want (shanks x f!reader)

when i get back

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒' 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

Mihawk ▽

mihawk

Buggy ▽

Gunpowder

Silly Jester

Incorrect quotes ▽

One

#opla fanfiction #opla #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #nami #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #ussop one piece #ussop #shanks

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hhighkey · 6 months

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Decode // Chapter Two, Seeing Red

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

Masterlist

Her fingers trembled as they ran along the dusty ensemble from the bottom of her trunk. What possessed her that morning to pull the once forgotten fabric out was beyond her. Her habit felt like it weighed a ton as her hand desperately patted the ivory dressings to get wrinkles out, letting woolen fabric rhetorically burn her skin. Like words were printed out in bold that made her grow ill- duty.

Nami had left, bag in hand. As Sabine awoke with heavy eyes just before sunrise, she'd seen the girl sneaking out on tiptoes and hushed whispers— Nami's actions only further cemented the danger of the upcoming situation as Sabine couldn't stop her.

For a moment Sabine doesn't recognize herself as she glanced in a passing mirror. Was she putting on her habit out of her duty as a nun? As the oldest person on the ship? Towards the fact Zoro might not survive? Or that she truly felt her faith guiding her to remain strong?

Questions. They swirled. Hurled at her as she dressed for the coming duel, as if it were a mournful occasion. Ringing. High pitched vibrations lived in her ear canals as she exited the quarters of the ship, feeling the morning sun bore upon her clothed figure.

Maybe she'd always been too emotional— too empathetic for her own good letting those around her will her very life. Maybe it was how years of sermons and tears made her heart lurch closer to The Father as her empath state grew impressionable and easily moved. So it explained the tears that misted her eyes. Explained how her fingers fidgeted and welcomed the pain as her nails dug into part of her skin. She cared for Zoro in a short matter of time, cared for the entirety of the Straw Hats like the nurturing nature of the burdened oldest sister.

Oh seeing him again in all his glory- it took her breath away. His proud stance with the larger than life sword on his back. Mihawk stood on the other side of the dock; making her heart skip with anticipation as they drew closer. A stratus field of tension, of a tractor beam like air— one whirlwind pushing her feet forward as her fingers went numb. The sound of footsteps on the wood reverberated like the boom of soldiers marching.

Sabine placed herself behind Luffy and Usopp, with a false hope their bodies would protect her from his gaze. Because his golden eyes were glued to her, uncaring towards the boy he'd be dueling as if he only agreed to duel to see Sabine once more. Chills went down her spine as she left her mind retreat into itself, to black out the coming bloodshed. The scene around her soon blurred from the sound of Zoro's swords unsheathed...

The azure sky above was fitted with puffy white clouds- the sea calm in contrast to the blood that seeped onto Baratie's front dock. How Nami and Usopp raced behind their captain to Zoro's side. How Luffy's cries for their bloodied crew mate to live, were deafening. And how Sabine stood firm as if stuck in cement, fingers turning white from the grip on her rosary.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Blood rushed to her head blurring her vision with black spots. And an incessant ringing echoed in her ears.

Time felt frozen as she watched him glide to her, his heavy footsteps creaking on the dock. Closer. And closer. She couldn't move, not with the way tears pricked her waterline and bile rose in her throat. Eyes flickering between the two swordsman as a frigid breeze of alarm made her entire body shiver.

"My dear," Mihawk spoke calmly, as if he hadn't just struck down Zoro in a battle he needn't break a sweat. Only inches from her, Mihawk removed his hat, holding it over his heart as his mouth ran dry. His eyes ate her petit figure up and his stomach lurched from how her beauty struck him. Everything from last night came rushing back and if he'd known a simple conversation would be life changing, he'd have not let her walk away.

Sabine opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She craned to look up at him. In daylight she was captivated by him. Last night, at the bar, hadn't done him justice. How the air was robbed from her lungs as all she could do was shake her head hearing his timbre voice, "why.."

Mihawk had no answer as he re-situated his hat back upon his head, then running a hand to brush along her headpiece down to her veil. She flinched in return as his large fingers caressed her shoulder, "Sister Mary Sabine, last night you changed my trajectory for better and for worse. And I'm a man who knows what he wants, then gets it."

"I don't understand," she squeaked out, their surroundings blocking out. Yells of her friends as they carried Zoro to the boat, how she should have been with them tossed to the back of her mind. The panicked looks as they saw how close Mihawk was to Sabine, someone with no ability to fight an enemy off. But trust was left that Mihawk had no business with a nun as they carried the green haired swordsman out of sight. She was alone- with him.

Mihawk showed no change in emotion, only an unsettling and uncommon softness to his gaze, "however I am not cruel. I understand your situation, so I'll tell you this- after your sabbatical I will come find you. And I'll respect either decision you make, but I plan to make you mine if you choose to leave the sisterhood."

An inhuman gasp stifled in her throat, her eyes widened, "M-Mihawk."

In a slick motion, Mihawk removed the thick cross branded (Mihawk centric branded) ring he adorned. Suddenly grasping her dainty wrist he forced the piece of jewelry into her palm, "so a piece of me is with you. Think of me until we meet again in many months time, little one."

"You can't- you can't just say that! You- Zoro might die because of you!" Anger finally bubbled over. Sabine snapped from her trance as her fist tightened around the ring, she took a step closer to him before he could turn away.

"You felt it last night, no?"

His question took her aback. Just as quick as she found a confidence to get mad, it subsided as her shoulders dropped. Because she felt it. She'd told herself last night as she laid in bed tipsy from the wine, that if that was how true love felt, she'd never want anyone else. She'd want him. But that was before Zoro challenged him- Before Zoro was struck down with such ease.

"Answer me my dove,"

"Yes.. I did," she whispered as tears brimmed her eyes, "I felt it. But- you're a warlord of the sea- one of the strongest- it doesn't matter what I felt." words stumbling one over the other as she struggled to articulate emotions, "Walk away."

"Oh? You really want me to?" a low chuckle from the deep of his throat tickled her ears. Mihawk felt amused from the deflation of her chest, the whirlpool of emotions in her eyes as she shuffled in place.

"I-" the ring was weighing down her hand. It felt hot as a branding iron fresh out the charcoal, dropping to her side as her nails dug into the skin, "don't know."

The sudden feeling of his fingertips tracing along her jaw, thumb stroking her cheekbone- made her mind go fuzzy. Subconsciously they drew closer. Eyes connected with neither able to break away, further imprinting each other into permanent association.

"I don't know you." Sabine mumbled as her loins burned, a dizzying heat creeping up her skin. A lightheadedness began to prod at her as a thick hand grasped her shoulder to steady her.

Suddenly, Mihawk swooped down and pressed a light yet chaste kiss on her forehead. The heat of her skin numbing as he pulled away to ardently beam down at her, masking any inch of excitement from Sabine to see, keeping it for himself to feel.

A shuddered breath left Sabine's lips, eyes closing as a shiver blew through her extremities from the electricity colliding with her. Every nerve alit, lightning striking over and over just from the ghostly feeling lingering on her forehead. A cruel twisting awake in her stomach that had her nauseas and on cloud nine all at once, a feathery painful tickle inside her skull as she lulled in place.

"Take care of yourself Sabine, until next time." Mihawk bade a gentle goodbye- as much of one as he was capable of.

"But.." Sabine whimpered, forced to stare at the large sword strapped to his back as he turned away. She wanted to chase after him, to flag him down and shove the ring back onto his finger. Yet all she could do was stand there dumbfounded, gaze soon downcast to stare at the jewelry in her hand. A gorgeous gold ring with intricate designs, well worn too. "How will you find me?" but Mihawk was too far to hear her question, confusion replacing her shocked self.

Silence. Then lulling waves knocked anchored boats against the dock to and fro. Then scattered voices dragged her back to back to reality as all her senses kicked back in. Salty sea water air, thick, coating her insides to where it suffocated her breaths.

Sabine struggled as she shoved the ring into her under-dress's pocket. The sudden emptiness in her hand was momentous in a way she couldn't comprehend the weight it would bear on her.

Wherever her feet took her she went. Stumbling over the dock as her heart raced, gasping for breath as she pushed through a door into Baratie. Needed to get away. Needed to breathe air that Mihawk hadn't. The ring left an imprint, her palm red and indented with a thick circle at the center.

Crumpling to her knees inside a lone hallway meant for staff of the floating restaurant. Back flush against a plank wall with peeling forest green wallpaper, water damage causing it to bubble at dingy corners. The world felt as if she were viewing it from another person the way her thoughts raced making her vision streak. Head fell to her hands. Deep breaths. Guilt wracking her. Sabine wanted to think about Zoro and how she should be by his side offering a prayer. Selfishness, something no good nun was supposed to have, was taking over.

"I cast this circle of flowers round, in calling for a love meant for me, to find me."

She hadn't thought of that night in about three years, not since the unruly Deacon traipsed through her life. While it'd all been fun and games at sixteen- a harmless little game that now had come back to haunt her for the second time.

Flashes of a scene— four giggling girls with stolen communion wine, special flowers scattered on the tiled floor.

"Forever will my true love bind,"

Sabine felt an intense pounding in her chest, as if her heart was about to beat out her ribcage and splinter the thin bones through her chest.

Oh she'd done it now. More specifically her sixteen year old self had. It was foolish to think the chicken scratch chant they found in an old book was anything but real. Because with an existence of devil fruits and sea monsters, was anything too far out the realm of existence?

Heavy tears slid down her cheeks as she sucked ragged breaths in. Sabine knew what this was. It was obvious. Not a ridiculous love at first sight story, Mihawk was her person as she'd set the stage for him to find her all those years ago. He had to be! Or else she believed too firmly in sudden happenstances of the butterfly effect. All this was, was sudden infatuation, an ironic suddenness happening during her sabbatical. Of course.

Sabine's fingers shook as she went to grip her rosary, head bent down as her lips moved, no words escaping.

posted : oct 26 2023

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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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Lay all your love on me (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 2103

Requested: Yes, by so wonderful annon 💜

Warnings: poor try at writing smut! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE!

Mention of fingering, p in v, losing of virginity, body fluids

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian help her understand her needs.

Journey on the Dawn Treader was something she dreamed about, and Caspian was more than happy to make it happen. Not long before their wedding, he decided to show her The Lone Islands. She loved every minute on the ship, and the crew was very kind. What she hadn’t expected were all the feelings that Caspian awoke in her. It started with small gestures - he always tried to bring her a snack or drink that she liked. She began to notice every gentle touch - on her hands or the small of her back when he helped to keep her steady. But what happened in the morning left her extremely confused.

One morning they watched the sunrise, and Caspian wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest against his chest. He gently caressed her arms to make her warmer. He whispered sea stories straight to her ear, and his hot breath leaned against the skin on her neck. She felt gooseflesh on her skin and the heat coming to her cheeks. Her heartbeat was so fast and loud that she only hoped he didn’t feel or hear that. But what was the strangest was feeling inside her belly and even lower. She felt that heat in her intimate parts, and embarrassment took over her. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, and her mind was occupied by him. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, but it all seemed to be wrong. Flushed, she quickly tried to compose herself and tried to find an excuse to leave. She saw the confusion on his face, but he didn’t say a word. She tried to hide as much as she could the whole day - she would say she was needed somewhere. But it was too hard to do in such a limited space. Too soon for her, he knocked on the door of her cabin. She opened the door and bit her lower lip at the sight of him, especially at the worried look on his face. She moved gently to allow him to come into the room.

“How do you feel?” He watched her closely, standing with his hands behind his back.

“I’m… I am alright, Caspian.” She tried to smile, knowing he didn’t believe her words.

“I was worried about you… You seemed so distant… I… Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, Caspian. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She came closer and touched his elbow, making him move his hands to gently touch her arms. She looked down at it, and the heat came to her cheeks. “I… Oh, it’s so embarrassing!” She moved to her bed, sitting down and hiding her face in her hands. She heard him moving closer and bending before her. “I shouldn’t be thinking about it, let alone talking about it.” She whispered, and he was even more confused.

“Love, what’s going on in your pretty head?” His hand brushed her knee, and she looked at him. In that second, she felt like she could drown in his eyes, and a sense of security came into her heart. “You can tell me everything.”

“I’m not sure how to describe it. Every time… every time you are close to me, my heart starts beating like it wants to jump from my chest. Even the smallest touch made my skin burn in such a delicious way. It made me shiver to my bones. It made my belly feel like thousands of butterflies had a battle there, and the worst thing is… That it all made me want more.” She ended with a whisper, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She felt the heat warming her cheeks and was afraid to look up at Caspian. She felt him taking her face into his hands, and then what surprised her, she saw him smiling. He quickly kissed her forehead, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

“It’s completely all right, love. It’s nothing wrong.” His thumb gently whipped that one tear.

“It’s not?” She looked up with hope, and he only smiled wider.

“No, my dear. I believe that it’s completely normal. It’s how your body lets you know it’s attracted to me. And... I must say that I feel the same way as you. I won’t even count how many times I needed cold baths.” He chuckled, looking down for a few seconds. “It’s natural to feel that. Intimacy is not only about the conception of a child. It’s also about pleasure.”

“Could you… Could you show me? I know that we are not married yet. But I trust you. And I know that we would not change our plans for it.”

“There is no power in any world that would make me not want to marry you. And it’s not even two weeks before it will happen, right?” She finally smiled, even if her shyness didn’t go away.

“That’s right.” She put her hand over his and squeezed it. “So, will you show me how to change this lust into pleasure?” Caspian felt his own arousal grow stronger at her words, and it took everything from him to not take her at that moment.

“I will do everything in my power to do it.” He gently changed his position to sit next to her, looking directly into her eyes. “But you need to promise me something. You will tell me if something will make you uncomfortable if you don’t like something. It’s about you, and I need to know that you will feel good.”

“I promise, Cas. I will tell you.” Her words were full of trust and innocence, and he couldn’t stop himself any longer. He leaned down and connected their lips, kissing her deeper and stronger than ever. He heard her soft gasp of shock, but her body went closer to his, and her hand tangled in his hair. He felt how her body melted against his when his fingers started to trace her soft curves. His lips were leaving wet kisses down her throat, making her suck on air. He saw her breasts, squeezed by a corset, rising heavily with her every breath. Caspian looked into her eyes when one of his hands touched the lace of her corset.

“Can I?” She nodded, and he helped her to stand up. She turned around, and he slowly started to untie the laces, placing small kisses on every new part of her body he saw. When she turned again to look at his face, he saw her pupils were dilated. She took her hand, which held the dress against her chest and allowed it to fall around her feet.

“Caspian, may I… undress you?” He smiled widely at her.

“You may do whatever you want, love.” She smiled and moved closer to him, pressing her lips against his, reaching to his belt. She carefully undid it and held the shirt. They parted, and with his help, she took it off him. She stopped her hand from touching his bare chest, but he took it and placed it on his skin with an encouraging smile. She could feel his strong heartbeat under her fingers. Her touch was like the touch of a feather when she tried to learn his body. She shivered when she pressed a small kiss above his heart and stopped her hand on his trousers. At his nod, with shaking hands, she untied it. They fell on the floor, and he watched her face when she took a look over his whole body. He noticed a shade of fear on her face.

“Dove, is everything all right?” He gently took her face in his hands and made her look at him.

“I… Will it hurt?” He caressed her cheeks.

“It might be a little painful. But I will try to prepare you, so it shouldn’t be bad. If you have changed your mind, it’s alright. We don’t need to do anything.”

“I want it. I really do. I didn’t expect it to be so big.” She whispered, and he couldn’t stop his chuckles. “Don’t laugh at me, Caspian. You better help me with my chemise.” She smiled widely, but in her eyes, he still noticed her shyness. He kissed her deeply, but his hands ghosted over her body. In a few movements, she stood naked before him. Before he looked down, he stole a few more kisses, trying to make her relax a little more.

“Oh my… Dove, you are so beautiful. Magnificent.” With one look at her face, he moved his hand over her side, watching gooseflesh rising under his fingers. The heat flashed on her face, and he kissed her shortly once more. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?”

Caspian helped her lay down and took place beside her. She was hungry for his kisses, and it was starvation he happily wanted to satisfy. His hand gently massages her body - through her breasts, tummy to her hips. He observed her reactions and told her what his next step would be. With satisfaction rising in his chest, he saw she tried to press her body closer to him. After his hands, there came his lips. The soft moans and breaths left her mouth when he kissed her neckline and breasts. She gasped when he finally touched that sweet point between her legs, slowly massaging it. She bit her lips at the newfound pleasure that blossomed in her abdomen. He tried to distract her as much as he could when he carefully started preparing her with his finger, adding one more after a few moments. She was everything he could think about - her gasps, moans, how breath caught in her chest. He loved how she squeezed her hands against the bedsheet and his arms, how her body mindlessly wanted to be close to him, and how she clenched against his fingers. However, his favourite thing was watching her falling apart under him when she reached her climax. He kissed her neck, letting her catch her breath, and he couldn’t stop smiling when he heard her mumbling his name.

“I’ve got you, love. I’m here.” Caspian whispered lovingly, kissing her face when she came down. “Do you think you are ready for more, love? You still want it?”

“Yes. I want it all, Caspian. Please.” He was painfully ready for her, so he moved between her tights, helping her to open for him. Once again, he distracted her with kisses when he took his member in hand and collected her wetness with it. And then, ever so slowly, he slid it over her folds, stopping immediately at her soft cry. He whispered sweet nothings, kissing everywhere he could only reach, making her focus on anything but discomfort. He buried himself fully inside her and let her get used to this stretching. At her request, he started moving into her, talking her through the act. With his compliments, he made her giggle. He praised her and worshipped her. He made her feel comfortable and loved. He pulled out his member from her warm centre and finished with a groan on her belly. She felt his muscles convulsing under her fingers, so she gently massaged his scalp, holding him close with another hand. When he finally looked at her, she was smiling widely and truly. She touched his cheek and brushed away some of his hair that fell down. They breathed heavily from their activities, but relaxation was sneaking into their bodies. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she kissed him lovingly.

“Will we do it again, please? Maybe not now, but when we rest a little?” He chuckled, kissing her again.

“Whenever you want, how much you want, love.” He kissed the top of her nose, and she smiled.

“Wonderful!” She bit her lip, gently caressing his cheek.

“Now let me clean you up a little, and then we can take a nap if you want.”

“I would love to.” He smiled at her and kissed her, making her breathless again. She couldn’t stop her giggles watching him stand up and come to the vanity table, where he poured water into a bowl and wet a towel. He came to her again and started cleaning her out, minding her sensitive body. It probably became one of the most treasured moments of his life for him - seeing her with flushed cheeks, trying to hide a smirk behind her hand. To be able to see that look in her eyes for the rest of his life, he could kill, but now he made sure that she was comfortable and she knew how much he loved her.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

Klaudia 💜

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Blind Date - Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader (Coffeeshop AU)

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Hitting the Blind Date Square on the Bingo Card

Companion piece to Barista

Neron hasn’t been on a date for a long time, not since before he got sober. The things he did with women before that…

He wouldn’t call it dating.

His sobriety has changed him, it’s made him shyer, more reserved. What he craved back then was physical connection, what he wants now goes much deeper. It’s harder to meet people than he remembers, he used to go to parties, bars, clubs, now he has his crew and the coffeehouse.

The truth is he’s lonely, he likes his own company, but he wants more than that. He wants to make someone laugh, to hold them in the night, to be held in return.

It’s Hank that sets him up on the date.

“You’ll like her.” He promises. “The two of you have a lot in common.”

He’s nervous when he sits down at a table in the coffeeshop. It’s quiet today, the lunch rush has just finished up and Coco’s on the register, restocking the coffee bags. His knee starts jangling because that anxiety is chasing through his nerve endings. He knows this girl is going to take one look at him and walk out, he can feel it in his bones. He’s starting to spiral, his head getting a little messy, so he does the one thing that distracts him when he feels overwhelmed. He gets out his black A5 sketchpad and his fineliner and he begins to draw.

It starts as nonsense, a few straight lines before the image begins to take shape in his mind. His loses himself in the task for a few minutes, shading in the parts he need to, adding shadow here and there. He chases the ebbs and flows of his creativity, blocking out his surroundings. It isn’t until you tap his hand lightly with your fingertip that he even realises that there’s another person in his proximity.

His heart skips a beat when he sees that it’s you. The girl with the tattoos up her arms and the smile that makes him feel like he’s seeing the sunrise for the first time. He’s watched you from afar, you come in during the evenings with your tablet, sketching out your client drawings on the sofa in the corner.

Vanilla latte, he remembers, made with almond milk.

“Hi.” You say as you take the seat across from him. “I’m Hank’s friend, Nina.”

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withlotsofloveabbi · 7 months

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Siren • Buggy The Clown x Reader

Prologue: The Pirates

In a last-ditch effort to find your father - you find help with a pirate crew, in exchange for helping you find your father, you lend them your voice; which has been enhanced with the powers of a devil fruit.

A/N: I have only watched the live-action version of One Piece (beginning to watch the anime) so for the time being I will be taking creative liberty in this story and not everything will be canon to the story of One Piece. I do apologize but I'll try to make this an entertaining read. :)

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The Queen of a small island near the Calm Belt was plagued with visions of death and destruction of the kingdom that she loved ever since she was born to serve it. She grew sicker with each passing day, her bouncing curls grew flatter, her tan grew paler, her body grew thin, and her eyes didn't have the shine she once had.

The only time she would speak was in a hush-slurred manner, "Are the pirates here?" I sighed hearing her repeat her question, "No mama... you know no pirates come here."

I continued to fold her clothing as she repeated the question. I let out a shaky breath and put the laundry down as I sat on her bed which was way too big for just one person. I took her hands, the once warm feeling that I once craved as a child was gone and replaced with the touch of death.

"Would you like me to sing your lullaby, mama?" I whispered to her as her eyes met my gaze, softly nodding her head. I nodded in response putting a small smile on my face as I sang the lullaby she had once sung to me and her mother to her and so on. I sang until she slowly drifted to sleep. I took a deep breath to help control the tears that were threatening to fall. "Love you, mama."

"My dear-" my father's voice carried across the room causing me to jump. "We must discuss a matter at hand... privately."

Without saying a word I nodded and followed him out of Mother's room - in silence we walked the long hallways until we reached his office. "A rumor has reached our kingdom... a new devil fruit has finally reappeared, they say it gives you the ability to heal and cure any ailments in anyone."

My eyes widened and my mouth fell ajar as he continued to tell me his plans to sail out and find this mystic fruit. I huffed out a laugh, "Father you can't be serious? Devil fruits are just a myth! I mean a fruit that gives you superhuman abilities... you're not a fool father!" I proclaimed.

"(Y/N), we have exhausted everything that we have here, and she keeps getting worse..." He inhaled sharply before looking up at me, his dark eyes brimming with tears, "I've already lost too much in my life... I can't lose my wife too. I refuse too knowing there's something out there that can heal her. Myth or not." He paused, averting his eyes from mine, "This isn't a discussion either... by sunrise tomorrow myself and a crew will be sailing out to find this devil fruit."

"Father! Please! What if- what if something happens! I can't lose you both!" I cried out finally letting the tears flood out of my eyes as I begged my father to stay.

"Oh my dear-" he choked, pulling me into a smothering yet comforting bear hug. "I'm so sorry," he repeated as he stroked my head. "I will be back before winter ends. Two months. If I find it... your mother could be healed. If I don't, I can die knowing I tried everything I could to save her." He said still holding me.

"Two months." I nodded, "I promise to look after Mother while you're away."

"And the townspeople. They need a leader too while I'm gone." He pulled away from me looking down at me, his weary eyes, red from crying, "You are stronger than you know... everything will be fine and I will be back before any of you know it."

I sniffed my nose as I wiped my tears away and nodded in response. He leaned down, kissing my head, "I love both you and your mother very much... I would cross the Calm Belt and conquer the Grand Line for you two."

"We love you too, Father... please just be safe on the waters," I said, pulling him into another hug.

"I will, my dear, now get to bed... it'll be a long day tomorrow."

I nodded and slowly made my way out of his office. I shyly greeted the maids and servants who rushed past me trying to get the house ready for tomorrow as I made my way to my bedroom.

I collapsed onto my bed, my heart felt like it was anchoring my entire body down. I broke into fits of tears, choking on the air that was desperately trying to make its way to my lungs. I was to rule over this entire kingdom... for two months, looking after my mother, our servants, and the townspeople... It felt like the entire weight of this island was on my shoulders, and I was nowhere near as prepared for these types of duties so soon. Eventually, my tears stopped as I slowly drifted off to sleep, and in the morning I'll be the active ruler of this island.

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The past couple of weeks have been melancholic, yet business ran smoothly and I decided to treat myself to a visit down at the small pub near the edge of the castle. I slipped into a simple dress and heeled boots before tossing my cloak on, it was black yet had beautifully woven gold thread at the hems. I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, brushing out any crease or imperfections in my clothing before opening a wall panel in the side of my room which opened into a small narrow passageway. Mother said they were used for the royal's protection, in case of a mutiny, for easy access to outside the castle walls. I, however, primarily use them to sneak out.

Sneaking through the passageway I can hear people talking about the thick fog masking the sea. They hope the fishermen can see the lighthouse. When I finally made it to the exit I had to bang the side of my body against the old 'door' to get it somewhat open and even then I had to squeeze my body through the gap.

When I did I gasped, "They weren't kidding with this fog.." I muttered looking out at the fog that covered all sides of us and the lights coming from our village made it look like a dome was covering us. I shivered at the cold sea breeze as I slowly made my way down the hill on which the palace sits, looming over everything that surrounds it.

As I made my way to the pub, I flipped my hood up not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to me as I slipped through the crowds of people who were getting off of their late-night jobs or those looking up at the sky full of fog. I slipped through the doors of The Walking Duckling, it was a busy night for them - some fishermen who called it in after the fog appeared were drinking at a couple of tables, some families eating their meals, and a handful of citizens celebrating a birthday. I smiled as I sat down at the far corner of the bar, away from everybody else.

I dropped my hood as the bartender came over with a smile, "Bee' awhile since we've seen your sweet face, princess, the usual, love?" The young barkeep said with his thick accent making me flush, "Yes please, thank you, Mr. Grant."

"Of course, anytime, love." He softly said as he rushed over to make my drink. I smiled as I looked down at my hands, picking at my nails before feeling a light tug on my cloak - looking down I saw a small child I smiled, "Hello there, do you need something?" I asked softly.

The small child seized up a little bit, face flushed as they looked up at me, "Ah-uhm... well it's my birthday a-and we've all heard about your singing, and well I was wondering I-if you could maybe sing something... princess?" They were practically sweating through their clothes and fidgeting their fingers.

I smiled, "Of course, I would love to sing to you, do you have any request?" I asked as they immediately shook their head, "No, anything you want princess! Thank you so much!"

I laughed, "No need to thank me, I'm always happy to lend my voice, let me go run it by Mr. Grant first." They nodded as they ran back to their parents excitedly telling them that I agreed to sing. They looked back and mouthed a thank you as I nodded.

Making my way towards Grant who had my drink prepared, "No need to ask, love, you know we always love to hear the sound of your voice." he smiled, handing me my glass, "thank you." I laughed.

I took a swig of my drink before popping up onto a barstool as everyone started clapping while I flushed and flashed a smiling before singing, "There will come a soldier, Who carries a mighty sword, He will tear your city down, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will tear your city down, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord."

I jumped off the barstool, as everyone either clapped or stomped to the beat of the sound while I made my way towards the middle of the bar, "There will come a poet, Whose weapon is His word, He will slay you with His tongue, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will slay you with His tongue, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord."

I smiled towards the young child who was clapping and had a smile twice the size of their face, "There will come a ruler, Whose brow is laid in thorn, Smeared with oil like David's boy, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, Smeared with oil like David's boy-" I laughed as everyone began to join me in singing, "Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, Ohh."

I jumped back on the barstool as we all sang as loud as we could, "Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh!"

At the end, everyone cheered, and clapped, the drunk where still singing the last part over and over again, however the cheerful laughter and excitement soon came to a halt when a soldier burst into the pub, sweaty and out of breath before barking, "PIRATES ARE AT THE SHORELINE - EVERYONE MUST RETREAT ONTO THE CASTLE GROUNDS!" before bursting out of the door bolting down the streets screaming to get to the castle for pirates are invading.

My eyes grew wide as I ran out of the bar, looking down the streets that were now extremely crowded with confused and tired citizens as more soldiers from the castle made their way down to escort them, and as I looked to the shoreline... I can't see anything. This damned fog I can't see anything. There can't be pirates, pirates haven't attacked us in the last hundred years... There can't be pirates. Right?

"Princess... should we go to the castle?" I heard Mr. Grant's voice, I turned to see him and confused patrons looking out at me from the doorway.

"I-uhm... yes! If there are pirates we need to-'' My sentence was cut short by a cannonball being blasted from the fog, shattering into the buildings next to us, causing entire houses and businesses to begin to crumble to the ground, fire ignited the wooden beams of the building slowly catching everything into a blaze, and the shockwave hurled tons of stones and pebbles outwards, people were struck and killed instantly, luckier people only had dust and pebbles thrown into their faces and were thrown off their feet from the shockwave as panic began to ensue.

Everyone was screaming and trampling over one another to make it to the castle as another cannonball was unleashed. I had fallen to the ground from the shockwave from the initial blast - protecting my head from the people trampling over us.

I felt a hand grab me and bring me to my feet the crowd pushing us into the direction of the castle, "(Y/N)! Are you alright!?" I heard Grant scream over people.

I looked over at him, his nose was broken and blood was pooling from a deep cut on his forehead, "Grant! Your head!" I cried out nearly being knocked down again however Grant managed to keep a tight grip on me, pulling me back.

"I'll be alright, love, just head to the castle!" he cried out as another cannonball struck, destroying another set of houses. I cried out as I watched my city become engulfed in flames, my subjects cried out in anguish, hurt and confused, as another ball struck the buildings next to us causing tons of stones to fall from the sky like anvils, striking people dead and painting the roads a deep red. I cried out as I witnessed friends, people I had known all my life, good people, lay lifeless on the ground as their houses crumbled around them, I cried as Grant dragged me to the castle with everyone who was still alive.

"EVERYONE FOLLOW SERGEANT SANDERS GO TO THE SAFETY BUNKER!" I heard soldiers cry out as gunfire began to ring out, I looked back and saw a massive crew of pirates creeping from the darkness of the fog, some went off to loot the destroyed building, and some went off shooting or cutting people, but a large group remained on the main road making their way to the castle.

My eyes widened as I cried out, "No! They're coming this way we need to escape by ship!" however no one was listening as they desperately climbed their way to the doors of the castle. Bursting through the doors, servants ushered them down to the cellar.

"Wait! My mother!" I screamed, breaking away from Grant and pushing my way through the crowd. I heard Grant screaming out for me while I dashed up the stairs to get to my mother's room before the pirates did.

I rushed through my mother's door, I sighed in relief seeing that she was safe and sound - locking the door behind me before rushing to grab anything my mother valued, some jewelry, a picture of our family dressed in all casuals on one of our summertime trips, and a silver ring with marine botanical engravings with a small garnet gem pressed into the metal - this ring, being passed down from daughter to daughter when it is their time to rule over the kingdom. I shoved all of this into a dark leather satchel my mother used to wear when she helped sail in her teen years. I threw the satchel on before trying to wake my mother up from her deep slumber.

"Mother! Mother, you need to wake up! The pirates are here and we need to go now!" I cried out trying to shake her awake but she remained still, "Mama... if you don't get up then I am not leaving. I will die here with you so get up!" I cried out before a loud crack shook the house. I crouched down holding my head between my knees, tears dropping from my face as heard screams fill the house followed by gunshots.

I sprung up violently shaking her, "Get up!" I cried as I began to hear footsteps creeping up the hallway to her room. My breath was shaky as I looked around for anything to defend my mother. My eyes fell onto two cutlasses hanging on the wall, the handle was gold, and the sharp blade engraved with the same botanical style as the ring. I took a deep breath before getting one of the swords down and took a fighting position between the locked door and my ill mother.

I choked back a sob as I heard the doors of my mother's room being kicked open. "I love you, Mama, I'm sorry Dad." I cried out as my mother's door was finally kicked in and I was face to face with a pirate, he was a tall and lanky person, fresh sunburned skin littered every part of his body, his stench was purely alcohol and filth, and when he smiled down at me his teeth looked to be rotting out of his head.

I mentally threw up at the sight of him as the sword trembled in my hands, "Hello there lass, I'm not sorry to say this but I'm on direct orders from the captain to wipe you people out, so make your last prayers." he grimaced, taking his sword out and pointing to me.

"Fuck you!" I hissed out, first blocking his initial swing to the head - I tried to thrust the sword into his open torso, but he quickly smacked the blade away with his own before swiping at my face, cutting my cheekbone, and causing me to lose balance he took that chance to raise his sword above his head and swing down. I clenched my eyes shut waiting for the killing blow, but it never came. I forced my eyes open and looked up, my eyes widening to the size of saucers. My mother, with the other sword in hand, blocked the pirate's fatal attack.

My mother in her labored breath, "Not my daughter you bitch!" before thrusting her knee upwards, hitting him in his manhood, and as he kneeled before her, it was off with his head.

I cried at the sight of my mother, it was almost like she was glowing. I lunged myself at her, pulling her into a soul-crushing hug, "The kingdom-" I sobbed into her chest, "I know -" she stopped looking at the busted down door and hearing pirates running footsteps.

"(Y/N), you need to run - there are small evacuation ship on the other end of the island, take my swords because if they find you, they will kill you."

My mother heaved as I helped her stand upright, "I'm not leaving you!" I barked back looking into her eyes, there was sadness for what had happened but for what was about to happen there was a sort of contentment.

"I'm sorry, my love, I love you too much for you to have this type of fate," she said, ripping the wall panel open and pushing me into the passageway.

"No!" I cried out as she slammed the wall shut, leaving me in complete darkness.

"You bastard!" I heard my mother scream before a single gunshot rang in the air.

I cupped my hands over my mouth, sliding down the wall as I heard the pirates rustling through my mother's room before leaving. I choked back my tears as I crawled my way through the walls, the sounds of people screaming still filled the air. I couldn't block it out, everyone I knew and loved were being slaughtered right in front of me and I couldn't do anything but bite my tongue and crawl to the exit of the palace. Once I found the exit I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking as I tried to get the wall open, not being able to open it I crumpled to my knees. In two hours... I have lost everything. My mother sacrificed her life so that I didn't have to suffer. With that, I stood up and forcefully kicked the fake wall out, and finally saw the full devastation. The entire kingdom was up in smoke, and it was clear there would be nothing and nobody left by morning. I gritted my teeth, following my mother's last wish and I ran... I ran as far as I could from my destroyed kingdom.

I will find my father and we will make the pirates who did this pay for what they've done.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #one piece #one piece live action #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x reader

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angelictyphoon · 8 months

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pas de deux

@full-of-mercy

Their legs hang off the edge of a shorn panel alloy, peeled back and away from the fuselage like the pop tab of a soda can. It has become their perch, providing an uninterrupted view of the horizon and the burning edge of the twin suns as they make their ascent. Colors they have seen, colors they have shared before. Swatches of brilliant vermillion bleed into the dark sky as they turn their eyes up to the gradual migration from night to day.

This is the second sunrise he has shared with Nicholas after two years.

His hands hurt. He can feel the blisters swelling up beneath his gloves, but it’s a good sort of pain. One of the shovels pilfered from the rear adjoining workshed of Marlon’s Monuments leans against his left shoulder with his arm slung over it.

Vash tips back, farther and farther until he lies flat across the plane of metal. A dubious-looking raider pistol twirls off the end of his finger until it flies off and joins the pile gathered below their feet with a clatter and scattering of the other weapons caught in the tumble. He hugs the handle of the shovel against the front of his coat and clasps his fingers over his chest.

“See? I told you it was gonna be worthwhile to leave the Punisher and your belt with me for a bit,” he grins, turning his head to look up at Wolfwood. “Thought you would’ve been more excited about me asking you to take it off.”

The raiders are long gone, forced into a humiliated retreat after Vash convinced Wolfwood to put on enough of a show to lure them all near the imaging room in the remnants of the medical bay.

“Just needed you to buy me a little time and look juicy.”

Enough time for him to generate enough power to engage the magnets in the long-dormant MRI machine and summarily disarm every scavenger within a forty foot radius. There are still a plethora of dusty, greasy dirt angels and dents left on the walls where the unfortunate souls wreathed in heavy metals got pulled in along with their weapons. He left them at Wolfwood’s mercy while he hunted through the rubble for the quench button that would kill power to the magnets.

Whatever Nicholas had convinced them of by the time they were dumped on the floor, not a single scavenger stayed to challenge them.

“It all worked out. No one got hurt– mostly– they left, we were able to bury the colonists and all the others. Weirdly enough, the black box wasn’t where it was supposed to be but it didn’t look like it got destroyed, either.”

It is out there, somewhere, perhaps already pawned off to a novelty space-tech shop in the growing underbelly of December. The SEEDS ship had been caught in low orbit for over a century and a half. He would have liked to learn the story of its crew. With Luida's help, it is likely they could have cross-referenced the passengers back to their descendants.

Light continues to spill out over the sand, glazing the landscape in a warm glow. He can't recall exactly when he stopped questioning the rise of the twin suns, wondering why it is that people can go on living.

This rhythm is altogether familiar yet also new in that they have yet to choreograph their next steps. Nothing has been preordained and the rest of the world is not in need. Not at this very moment.

Angelina II waits patiently for them in the shadow of the fallen ship.

“Anywhere you wanted to stop by before we head back? The girls are probably still a day or two out so we have some time.”

#full-of-mercy #my heart still beats in your direction -- full-of-mercy.#wolfwood.#[ stardate: 0116+ ]#v. gazing at tomorrow.

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dianasson · 3 months

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Witches on the Wind: Weather Magic in New England Folktales

Zephyros Craven, 2023

".... The young shipmaster known as Skipper Perkins is about to set sail from Kittery with his fishing crew. Old Betty Booker, a known witch from the town, asks him to bring her back some halibut. He laughs at her and chastises her for begging, so she promises to take her revenge. Sure enough, old Betty Booker scratches her way into his house one stormy night, strips him naked and bridles him, then rides him ragged through the wind and rain down to York Harbor and back before sunrise. In the end, Skipper Perkins “more dead than alive” has learned to be kinder to his neighbors. But before old Betty Booker bridled the shipmaster, she had performed a feat of weather magic: she had summoned a storm, which had battered his ship, ripped his sails, driven away the fish, and made his men sick. Her use of weather magic endangered the safety and livelihoods of these sailors. As striking as this story is, what surprised me most was not its peculiarity but rather how commonplace it is among the region’s tales. The coast of New England is teaming with folk stories of witches summoning storms or holding the wind hostage, of wicked men buying wind from the sea, and of Finnish wizards selling their skills for shaping the waves and weather. The motifs encapsulated in these tales and their presence in English, Scottish, and Irish stories tell us about their history. Europeans brought these stories with them when they made new homes here, but New England was not the only region inhabited by people from those countries. What factors made weather magic stories so prominent in New England? ...."

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#witches #witchcraft #weather #weather magic #history #new england #personal #research #folklore

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dreamingofyeo · 4 months

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Mafia Mingi & Jongho x undercover reader oneshot tws: harsh language, suggestive, threat, angst, use of name ‘doll’

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You delicately circle the rim of your glass with the tip of your finger at the bar, the ice has long since melted. You're not here for a good time. For such 'threats', the two men you're yet to see in the exquisite space aren't exactly punctual.

sending a subtle glance toward the door, you adjust your glasses, clicking the hidden button in the process to view the men's digital profiles again before the action starts. They're possibly the most useful tool for you in your line of work, subtlety and information at your fingertips, the entire database for Arriba is on them.

[ name : 송민기 Song Mingi ] [ 09.08.99 - 24yo - male - 1.83m ] [ member of 'The Black Pirates'. Specialises in pyrotechnics] [ wanted for: arson, assault, breaking and entering, murder ] [ only engage with backup ]

[ name: 최종호 Choi Jongho ]

[ 12.10.00 - 23 - male - 1.76m ]

[ member of 'The Black Pirates'. Specialises in reconnaissance ]

[ Wanted for: assault, breaking and entering ]

Only thing they’re missing is pictures next to them. You scoff inwardly at the level of supposed 'threat' they posed, you'd been sent on far more dangerous missions. all you had to do was your own bit of reconnaissance and report back to your leader. These 'black pirates' as they call themselves have been getting rather ballsy lately, almost half of Arriba's clientele have switched to them, a fact your boss is none to happy about. Your brief for the evening is to simply observe how they present themselves to said clientele, if you find an angle to work, their prospective 'customers' can be turned away. You could care less personally for the little turf war that is playing out, but its better to nip it in the bud than wait for them to decide if they want to wipe out your crew all together.

Just then, the sound of the bell in the entryway rings out behind you. You bring your glass to your lips but swallow nothing. The sound of boots on marble comes closer painfully slowly before coming to a halt, arms leaning on the bar table. He calls the barman over with a short tight whistle.

The man in question turns around, an equally tight smile forced onto his otherwise tense countenance.

"Ah Mr. Song, what can I get you tonight?" he gets out, customer voice on full display, so much so you almost have to suppress a chuckle.

"I'll get a tequila sunrise, and one for this lovely doll here" he says, you can hear the smirk on his lips as he says the words.

Knowing you cannot avoid the interaction, you turn towards him- putting on your best acting skills. The words from his profile screaming at you to get out of the situation.

"Hello, I'm sorry but I already have a drink, don't want to overdo it" you smile coyly at him.

the barman chuckles lightly, "You say that y/n, I'm not even sure why you're here tonight, it doesn't even look like you've touched your glass"

Bastard. You could slit his throat right now.

you only offer a light laugh in return before giving him and your onlooker a plausible story for your lack of drinking. Unfortunately, your alcohol consumption does not seem to be the only thing lacking as the man you're here for raises one eyebrow at you and the barman simply nods. Just great, if they didn't already know your face this Mingi would've definitely caught onto something being amiss by now.

it's then that you realise the lack of his partner and your mind freezes. You never gave the bartender your name.

Jongho specialises in reconnaissance, Mingi specialises in pyrotechniques. Mingi is near rows of alcohol, Jongho is somewhere in the room, waiting for the opportune moment to enact whatever plan they've got going. They know, they must've caught onto Arriba's plan- either that or there's a mole. You need to abort the mission, now.

You can't run. It's not an option, not when you don't know where Jongho is lurking. The possibility of a mole is information so crucial to return it's not worth the risk of being captured or worse, dying. The only plausible option in front of you right now is to play into the tone Mingi used when he first approached you- disgusted as it makes you.

"Yeah that was a lie, my apologies. I thought I'd try something different tonight but its not to my taste, I'll take that drink if its still on offer please sir." you delicately say, lightly placing your hand on his upper arm. You can hold your alcohol, you'll just have to hope he can't.

For a moment he looks taken aback, as if not exactly knowing what to do next. For only a moment, then he nods at the bartender who all but leaps into action making the tequila sunrises. Leading with your story, you decide to push it a bit further.

"Like I say, this is not to my taste, you're more than welcome to finish it." you say, pushing the glass towards him.

He takes it to his lips and takes what's most likely an amount equivalent to a shot straight. Enemy as he might be, you'd have to be blind to not acknowledge how attractive it is, or he is for that matter.

4 drinks later and you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Only to leave it coming face to face with a man. He is so uniquely beautiful you simply freeze in place. You don't even notice the familiarity of his shirt thanks to the alcohol.

He tilts his head knowingly before speaking in a low tone.

"Starstruck?"

this draws a light scoff from you, you're not that far gone.

"Cocky?" you counter. He smirks walking closer to you.

"maybe."

fuck...

"Either way, you don't seem to be complaining." he offers, now very close to you. Who cares. The mission went to shit anyway, why not enjoy yourself a bit.

"What's your name?" you ask lightly, his fingertips pushing a lock of hair behind your ear just as gently.

"You'll have to earn that one I'm afraid doll." He pulls back and tilts his head slightly again.

"what's yours?" he asks like he already knows the answer, you're so far gone from his proximity you can't find it in you to care if he really does or not.

fuck it.

"not a chance" you say lowly before leaning forward and connecting your lips.

He kisses you back almost instantly, fingers threading through your hair, connecting them to the back of your head. Your glasses bump against him, he removes them from your face without a word and goes back to you, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth gently causing you to gasp into his mouth. You feel him smirk against you before pulling away, leaving one last soft peck.

You know damn well your eyes are glassed over with longing right now, he chuckles at the fact before speaking.

"Sorry doll, you're a little too drunk for anything else, I'll see you again." He lifts your knuckles to his mouth and kisses them lightly before turning and walking out into the main room of the bar, turning right towards the exit.

As you collect yourself you realise like a punch to the gut that he still has your glasses. You race after him, only to find the bar now completely empty, not even the bartender is there.

The bartender.

The man's shirt.

The petname the man used.

How unusually badly you handled the alcohol.

The lifelike mask matching the bartender's face you spot laid out perfectly on the bar table next to where you now stand, a note at its side.

'sorry for getting you wasted doll' it reads. You can almost see the smirk on his damn face.

Specialises in reconnaissance indeed.

Choi fucking Jongho.

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a/n: happy new year! written straight onto the post, will likely edit later. also I've never written a oneshot or anything suggestive before so please bare with me while I try to figure out how to do it well haha. I'm pretty happy with how this turned out though please lmk what you think and if you'd like to be added to the permanent taglist for my work <3

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