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cupcakemolotov · 2 years

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A Lupine Sky

Written for @klarolineauseason Week 3: Creatures. Managed to crank this out in two days, which is surprising enough. A big thank you to the every lovely @kirythestitchwitch who had to deal with my madness over the past not quite 48 hours of trying to get this thing put together with something that looks like coherency. No smut in this one (I am not a miracle worker in two days!) but some back and forth anyway.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Canon-Typical Violence, Threats of Violence, Werewolf!Klaus, Mythical Beings & Creatures

Synopsis: The hunt for Sanctuary leads Caroline to the last place she'd have thought to run: North. Into the territory of wolves.

Link: A03

“This is wolf territory, little girl. Whoever your gods are, I’m quite certain they’re no longer listening.”

Caroline’s breath whooshed out of her in shock at the softly menacing words. She opened her eyes, swallowed at the softly sputtering candle in front of her, not quite daring to turn. Her spine itched at the gaze she could feel burning into her, and it took teeth gritted effort not to bolt to her feet. Only the fact that in the South, it was considered a rare taboo to kill someone in prayer that kept her in place. Hopefully whoever was behind her, acolyte or monster, would have a similar approach to murder.

Because he was right, she’d left the gods of her childhood behind, had tossed them aside and if he decided to kill her, she’d find no help here in this forsaken place. Around her, the old remnants of the temple were covered in dust, the occasional spiderweb web shimmering out of the corner of her eye as the mountain wind cut through the broken windows. The altar she knelt in front of had been worn smooth by time or weather, but it wasn’t abandoned, not entirely.

As the voice behind her had proven.

Outside, the rain was now a soft patter of sound against the still standing walls, splashing faintly in the puddles on the stone floor, and so unlike the unforgiving storm that had drenched everything around her as she’d staggered up the wickedly dangerous steps outside the temple for what had felt like hours. Even inside the mostly intact ruin, the chill was bitter. There was no snow on the ground, but it felt like there should have been, the sticky spring heat of yesterday a distant dream.

Six hours into her escape and Caroline already knew she was going to hate the weather of this place. She’d prepared for it, planned for every unpredictable weather pattern, but she’d never felt this kind of cold and if not for the charms tucked into her tunic, she'd be so much worse off. But the magic she’d brought with her could only do so much, with the last of the magic straining against the chill of the stone, her hands trembling first from cold, and now fear, the only reason her teeth weren’t chattering loudly was because of how tightly she’d locked her jaw.

Fear, because this was a risk and for all her meticulous planning, the one thing she had not accounted for was the temple she’d been dreaming of for years being so absolutely abandoned. The shock of it had nearly paralyzed her, but for all the temple had been clearly left to rot, power lingered. It sat in the foundations, glittered in the cracked pews, and twinkled oddly in the corner of her eyes on the patched roof. Behind her closed eyelids it sparkled like the sun in this land of moon and shadows.

It had been that deep well that she’d sensed that had galvanized her into moving. Something compelling had been here once, and the promise of it was a ghostly shimmer in the air. Somehow, this place felt more familiar, more welcoming than all the temples her father had dragged her to when the first anomaly had appeared. It had to mean something, she just needed to survive long enough to figure out what.

Because it had been an inexplicable promise in her dreams that had drawn her here, kept her going across all the miles she had staggered through broken roads along the bitter mountain, the itch down her spine and at the back of her neck telling her to hurry, to climb faster. Her family might have no way to guess where she’d run to, but there were ways to track her, even with the precautions she’d taken. The moment she slipped from her room and risked burning every magical reserve she’d hidden so carefully for five years for a portal, the countdown had started.

But what was behind her, metaphorically and now apparently, physically, wasn’t the only danger she faced. In this frigid hell, it was entirely possible that the only deity lingering who might have heard her was the moon, and she wasn’t known for her kindness to Caroline’s people. The cold, half-frozen realm she’d found herself in was a harsh land, and the rules favored the strong, the ruthless. Traits the moon’s favored children held in abandon.

Caroline could be ruthless when necessary, but her strengths weren’t blatant. The moon has seeded the wolf among her people, given them the means to hold their territory with tooth and claw against the oil slick of the south. Her knowledge of this land’s people was limited to the nightmare stories from her childhood, of raiders and pillaging, of horrors that were birthed in the jagged peaks that so dominated the landscapes here. What little she could find buried in journals of deceased diplomats and faded in old musical tomes. She’d memorized all of it, but facts could only take her so far. She was so out of her depth, but what choice did she have?

Under the long sleeves of her tunic, her arms burned, but it wasn’t the same warning she’d grown familiar with in her life. This broken temple lacked the greed, the sly oil residue that had always tried to stick to her skin like bruises after her appointments. This? It felt clean, old. Where the heart of the power of the south was a black, mangled thing that grew in the damp heat like a cancerous growth, this rain washed temple felt like her dreams, albeit a lot colder and wetter than she’d hoped. To think, this was spring.

Caroline held in a shudder at the thought and firmed her spine. She was certain that what was here, sunken deep and waiting was what she had come to bargain with. Now she just had to figure out how to convince its caretaker to let her stay. That whatever still existed had called her.

Her mouth twisted. A Northerner, trusting the word of a Southerner. It wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worth fighting for ever was and she wasn’t ready to die just yet.

Whoever was behind her must have grown bored with her silence, because he moved forward on footfalls that were deliberately loud. Such a strange, mocking threat to hear in mere footsteps and she laced her fingers tightly together. She wanted to tell herself that she was imagining it, that soft coat of menace behind her, but against her hyper aware senses, he felt like the snap of sharp teeth, and shards of moon bright magic. Magic, there was so much magic in this man, and unlike the coiled power beneath her feet that lingered as it waited, this magic carried intent.

How could such a man be bound to a place of such disarray? Taking a careful breath, centering herself, Caroline waited with nerves strung tight as the shadow slowly coalesced into a shape clad in a thick fur and that hid the true size of him, a cloak she strongly envied, and her stomach dipped to her toes. Young. He appeared young, but that meant nothing in this Northern Land of Monsters and Men. That he was handsome shouldn’t have meant anything to her, but as the curve of his lips caught the dim glow of her candle, the crease of dimples caught her by surprise.

Caroline forced herself to ignore the pretty planes of his face and tempting lips, to take in this unexpected threat as this was no acolyte. No acolyte she’d ever seen before carried such menace. He’d be taller than her if she stood, though he wouldn’t tower over her, but even that knowledge didn’t dissuade the sense of strength to him. The clinging sparkles of magic. This man was dangerous, and he did nothing to hide it. Around his shoulders, his cloak fell nearly to his feet, a thick fall of fur and leather, and her stomach twisted as it occurred to her what she was looking at.

Her father’s favorite story of the barbarianisms of the North was how the shapeshifters would kill their rivals, turning their pelts into cloaks as a warning to their rivals. Licking her lips, she watched him study her. Caroline didn’t read her impending death in his face, but she’d been wrong before.

“You’re a wolf.” Her numb lips stumbled over the words.

“So I am.” A mocking smile tilted his mouth. “And you are perhaps not quite a girl. How surprising. Here I thought the Southerners liked to lock their women up long before they reached child bearing age.” A flash of teeth, white and straight, with canines that looked slightly sharper than she was comfortable with noticing. “Too afraid of raiders coming to steal their daughters.”

If only raiders were the reason she had spent her life behind walls. Her life would have been far simpler. Adrenaline warmed her blood, and she narrowed her eyes. “If that is the extent of your knowledge, you know very little about my people.”

There was a flash of something potent in his eyes, and then a shift of muscle with enough speed that she flinched, and he was suddenly crouched in front of her. He was nearly eye to eye with her, but somehow still managed to give the impression of looming, and the hand gripping the edge of the altar was precariously close to her best source of light. This close, and she could catch that faintest hint of something wild and indefinable in her nose.

Metal glinted along his fingers, caught at a chain at his neck. In her homeland, each piece of jewelry would have had a specific meaning, a clue to power and wealth, to his rank within his society. She had no idea what secrets he wore, no idea what warnings he cared to offer his enemies and assurances to his friends with his choices.

That hint of mocking laughter disappeared between one blink and the next, and the razor blade of his gaze threatened to cut her wide open. “Tell me. Is there a reason why I shouldn’t take you outside and execute you under the moon's watchful gaze for trespassing? Your kind is not well liked here, and I don’t think She’d mind.” His jaw suddenly tensed, and his head lifted to glance behind her. “Particularly when you are being followed.”

Caroline swallowed, something inevitable echoing through the hollow of her bones. So soon. They’d found her trail so soon. “I have broken no treatise by being here.”

“We have no treatise with your people,” he murmured in a soft taut, fingers reaching out to pluck a curl from her shoulder, tugging. She swatted his hand away, and his wolf rumbled in a noise that locked her muscles, and his eyes glimmered. “Hard to break something that does exist.”

“Do you murder everyone who comes through here?” The words held more bravo than she was feeling, and he snagged that curl again, eyes daring her to slap his hand away a second time.

“Of course. This is my territory, my lands. Your people carry a rot, and my wolf doesn’t like the stink of it.” He brought the curl to his mouth, breathing deeply, and she narrowed her eyes at the blatant disregard for boundaries. He continued, unbothered by her ire, though a wrinkle briefly appeared between his brows. “There is no law here that can protect you, no magic that can be called to your aid. Here, my people are god, and I rule.”

“The moon might disagree with that.” The words held little bite, and no confidence, but something about his expression goaded her.

“The moon has chosen silence for many years,” he mocked. “I don’t think She’ll break that silence for you.”

“I have harmed no one by being here,” she continued stubbornly, refusing to let him cower her. He tugged on her hair again, but then let it slide through his fingers to fall against her shoulder.

“Your very presence brings harm,” Klaus said. “But those who follow you are still a ways from here, and why chase them when they will come to me? Now or later, they will die by my hand.”

She swallowed. “Is that why you followed me here? To kill me?”

“I considered it when I first saw you, but you were such a pathetic sight, staggering up the cliff dripping water and cursing.” He flashed those dimples, and they did nothing to remove the sting of the word pathetic. “It has been a long time since I watched someone with such determination, as foolish as it was. My wolf was… let’s call it curious, and a lack of anything else particularly amusing tonight. Then you made it here.”

“Amusing,” she repeated flatly.

“Most.” Another flash of something jagged and sharp behind his eyes. “Perhaps you should count your blessings, though I’m certain you won’t find many more here.”

“And why is that?”

“Usually my wolf would be more interested in the crunch of your bones, your screams. But you moved as if you knew exactly how to find this place, which is impossible. This particular trail is well hidden even from my people, this temple faded to obscurity. I want to know how someone like you found it.”

Disbelief had her huffing out a breath, something wildly amused and desperate catching in her throat like a laugh. “It is still quite well hidden, I assure you.”

Those strikingly intelligent eyes narrowed. “A pilgrimage then? How strange. There are easier deaths to court. But here you are, so I will give you this chance to amuse me.” Widening his arms, he smiled at her, boyish, and somehow all the more murderous for it. “Give me the pleas you planned to convey to our dread goddess, and perhaps I’ll be merciful.”

Caroline’s lips parted at the sheer arrogance of him. “You must be joking.”

His laugh was low in his throat. “Who else could possibly be around to listen to you beg in this land? Surely not Her, not a Southerner.”

“I do not beg,” Caroline said scathingly. “Particularly not to wolves.”

The slow, dangerous curve of his mouth. “And what does a soft, summer girl like you believe she knows of wolves?”

Her heart was thudding in her chest, and if the way his gaze dipped to her pulse said anything, he knew it. Enjoyed it, from the uptilt of his mouth. Annoyance flashed through the fear, and she shrugged a shoulder. “What is there to know? I believe the word savage is most commonly used.”

He paused at her words, finger tightening on the edge of stone beneath his palm. The silence between them was broken only by the sputter of her dwindling candle for a long moment. “Such a brave little thing. I find it’d be a pity for you to die without a name.”

“I have a name.”

“Give it to me.”

Her spine went tightened, at the power in those words, the wolf she could almost see threaded through that demand. It took grit, to control the surge of fear, the compliance Caroline found herself fighting. “Names have power.”

A shrug, “so they do.”

Underneath her knees and shins, her bent toes, the power stirred, a sensation not unlike watching a creature slowly rise from the depths of the ocean. It gave her the confidence, false though it might be, to push back. “So tell me yours first.”

His lashes hid his eyes in a slow sweep, and when they lifted again, there was no mistaking what sat beneath his skin this time. Hot gold, his eyes were moon bright in the dim light, she could feel the cold press of the jagged moonbeams of his magic. “Brave of you, to make demands. How surprising. Most of your people have so little spine.”

“You don’t know my people,” Caroline rebuked softly. The lack of spine was so they could coil around you so much tighter, so their slithering magic could sink into the hallow of your bones. “Many of us are far braver than you would know, and we are also stubborn.”

His gaze was unblinking, and she watched him choose to be amused by her defiance. That he felt so secure in his ability to kill her left her fingers flexing against her palms. Irritating. This wolf was irritating.

“I’m Klaus.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and something niggled at the back of her mind, a cautious warning she couldn’t recall. That he was waiting for her to know him, to remember, had her hand clenching in a fist. “Caroline.”

“Well, pretty Caroline. You are in my territory and I will have my answers, one way or another. Why are you here?”

Her gaze snapped to his, and Caroline found that his amusement no longer lingered in the creases near his eyes. The iris of his eyes caught the candle strangely, more gold than belonged in human eyes, and she felt her insides twist.

“If there is no one here to hear my prayers, why does it matter?”

A rumble of sound that should have never come from a human throat. “Because it’s been two hundred years since someone was foolish enough to seek Sanctuary here, and you should not know of this place.”

Two hundred years. Her magic rattled in her chest, and it was difficult to think through what that could mean. The certainty of her dreams gave way to unsteady footing, and Caroline dug her nails into her palms. “Why should I believe you?”

A tip of his head, the motion so canine, a silent threat that left her pulse hammering in her throat. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“Are you?” She lifted her chin. “A liar?”

A hint of that damnable dimple, but nothing in her chest eased at the sight of it. “Do you think you’ll live long enough to find out?”

“If you’re going to try to kill me,” Caroline managed after she gained control of her pulse. “Do it outside.” While she wasn’t above haunting a man for the purpose of vengeance, something she couldn’t articulate told her that to commit another death here would break something fragile. Her ghost might tip the balance to something terrible.

Klaus’ brows arched high and he leaned a little closer, nose nearly brushing hers now. “So many demands. Perhaps you should be more worried what it will mean if I don’t kill you.”

She held his gaze, so close to her own she could see the individual striations of color, the way the gold didn’t blot out the blue, not entirely. It was like studying the surface of a clean flame. “Nothing worse than what awaits me if they catch me.”

The muscle in his jaw ticked in her peripheral vision. “Desperate indeed is the Southerner who runs to these lands for Sanctuary. What has sent you scurrying to this place, Caroline?”

“Does it matter?”

A humorless curl of his mouth. “It does. Particularly if you wish to keep your head attached.”

Caroline swallowed, reading the truth in his words easily enough. It wouldn’t take those following her long to find the same path she had taken, would likely take them less time to march those endless, endless steps now that the storm had eased. She supposed what few choices she had left started and stopped with this wolf. Even if this temple was forsaken, there had to be others, and there had to be someone who could explain. The problem was she would have to ask and hope she’d find answers.

No one had ever helped her once they knew, and this wasn’t likely to be different but she would rather die here. In this clean, cold air than for all the humid heat full of rot that she’d known all her life. Leaning back, keeping his gaze so he wouldn’t think this was a retreat, Caroline shook the sleeves of her tunic back.

In front of her, the wolf made a little rumbling noise, and he glanced down. Caroline braced herself, for the disgust, or worse, for the thoughtful greed that had crossed so many faces as Bill Forbes had told his daughter to share her shame. But none of those emotions appeared on Klaus’ face. For a long, long moment, there was silence, the only moment of his body the slow exhale of his breath.

“I don’t know what they mean,” Caroline finally said into the silence, her nerves finally catching control of her tongue. “No one will tell me.”

Slowly, as if he was afraid she’d pull her arms back, Klaus lifted one hand and traced the faint markings that ran from wrist to elbow, the gleaming symbols that made no sense to her mind. His touch burned, the markings glowing faintly as his fingertip skimmed across them.

“Do you dream, Caroline?”

His gaze met hers, and she swallowed harshly at the intensity of the wolf. “Yes.”

A slow glide of his fingers, his voice dipping low and coaxing as light shimmered across her skin. “And in those dreams, what do you see?”

She pulled her arm back. “That doesn’t concern you.”

Klaus studied her face, the shape and bone of him human, but every other part of him reading as wolf to her senses. As if the wolf had lunged you and lingered, just beneath the delicate barrier of his flesh. Her pulse started to pound, something drawing taut and terrible between them.

“Well,” he murmured, “perhaps She would mind if I killed you beneath her gaze after all.” Something like wonder touched his eyes briefly. “Perhaps we need the reminder that She chooses her words with care.”

Caroline blinked at him. “What?”

Instead of answering her, Klaus’ gaze shifted to the back of the temple, head angled as if he was listening. “How many people know of these, love?”

The endearment was jarring after his litany of threats. “Too many. My father believes them to be a curse.”

“Not an uncommon superstition, I’m afraid, but less common here, though that matters little since you were drawn here.” A flash of teeth. “To me.”

Her stomach dipped. To him? “What does that mean? What do these mean?” She’d torn apart her father’s library, snuck into the palace stacks on numerous occasions, at great risk to herself, and not once had she found so much of a hint of what they were. “How do you know I dream?”

When his eyes returned to hers, they burned. “You're a moon witch.”

Caroline stared at him blankly. “What?”

A shake of his head, hands lifting to the ornate clasp at his throat that sparked with power. “You must have an ancestor from the North, there is no other possible explanation. Even Her sense of humor is not so terrible as to cast her own into the clutches of your gods.”

Before she could make sense of that, the complete impossibility of what he was suggesting, Klaus pulled the heavy cloak away from his shoulders and swung the warmth of the furs around hers. Blinking in shock even as her hands came up to catch the edges of the cloak, she froze as his palm settled along the curve of her jaw. The feel of him seared against her skin, and she could feel the pulse of that heat racing along her forearms.

Her breath stuttered in her throat as he leaned into the fall of her hair, his inhale soft, the warm dampness against her ear as exhaled pricking goosebumps across her skin. “It does explain this, doesn’t it? Stay here. I will deal with the ones who wish you harm.”

A scoff caught in her throat, even as she tried to wrench the flush of heat under control. “It explains nothing, particularly your sudden change of heart. Now you want to help me?”

He moved, so she could feel the puffs of his breath across her lips. So that his eyes, tangled up in wolf and man, met hers. The sudden heat of him did more for the chill in her bones than the warmth of the furs, and she felt her cheeks flush. “Yes. Consider your request of Sanctuary heard. I will grant it. For now.”

Then he was gone, his hand quickly snuffing out the candle in a single movement. The shadows swallowed her with the moon still hidden behind the clouds. A long moment later, those shards of moonlight magic flared with that potent intent, and she knew with a bone deep knowing that the man was gone. Squinting at the shadows, all she caught was an impression of size, the click of nails on the stone, and then it was quiet.

Caroline tried to bring her pulse back under control, shifting the warmth around her shoulders closer. Outside, the rain fell in soft waves, but inside the furs Klaus had wrapped her in, she felt safe. It might have been a mirage but her shattered nerves would take it.

Though she wasn’t sure what it meant, that he had claimed he would give her sanctuary. Wrinkling her nose at his proclamation, I will grant it, as if he was the decider of such a thing, she blindly pressed her hand to the stone in front of her. If anything deserved her thanks, it was this temple, not an arrogant wolf.

She gasped as she found the stone warm, the power beneath sluggish, but aware. And as her finger gripped at the cloak even tighter, a beam of moonlight broke through the clouds to illuminate a single, stylized character she had never seen before on the floor.

It looked like a wolf.

#klarolineauseason #klaroline #fanfiction #kc fanfiction #back on that werewolf & witch bullshit again #no regrets to be found

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supernutellastuff · 2 years

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Longing - a Picturesque prequel (Klaroline fanfiction)

Hellooo, the Picturesque prequel from Klaus's POV is finally here!

Longing

Summary: Klaus likes his life, mostly. He has his own flat in New York City, a great group of friends, a budding career as an artist, but as he's navigating all the ups and downs the city throws at him, he realises that he's longing for something more. Or rather, someone.

[The long-awaited prequel to Picturesque! As promised, this is from Klaus's POV and tells the story of how in the process of figuring out who he wants to be, he's more and more drawn towards Caroline. Too bad she doesn't think of him as anything other than a friend...]

I cannot believe how long this took! Writing from Klaus's POV was challenging, and I felt like my writing style had changed in the years since I wrote Picturesque. Anyway, here's my labour of love, hope you like it! This will be a two-parter, the second chapter will be up next week. To new readers, this is a prequel to Picturesque so PLEASE read that fic before this! You'll enjoy this fic better *after* reading Picturesque. While chronologically/plot-wise Longing comes first, I feel like from the progression of my writing style and the work I've put in the characterisations, it makes more sense to read Longing after Picturesque. Also, if you're a familiar reader, I'd still suggest you read Picturesque, just to brush up (I've made some slight edits for continuity, especially in the last chapter)

For @recyclingss who's always been such a tireless cheerleader <3

Read Longing here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38565495

#my fanfiction #picturesque #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #kc fanfiction #klaus x caroline #tvd fanfiction

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misssophiachase · 2 years

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So, two of my WIP stories are now finished (can you guess which ones), just the editing process to complete. Not sure if anyone is still reading my stuff, but if you are, thank you so much for all of the awesome support.

It’s been a wild time in my real life this year so writing has taken a back seat but my love for klaroline is still strong (even if that Jomo Legacies cameo still haunts me in my dreams and also the fact he doesn’t understand fashion, like below).

#a story about me #my writing #it's been tough #preview #kc fanfiction #klaroline

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her-soliloquies · 11 months

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Here's that video of Bradley James swinging his baseball bat like a sword at Big Slick KC

I have no idea if this is the reason for merlin trending BUT you can't tell me this fine man shouldn't be trending anyway!

#he just keeps getting hotter #can't wait for merlin to reunite with THIS ARTHUR #bradley james #big slick kc #colin morgan #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #bbc merthur #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #merlin trending #tumblr trends #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic

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visionarystoryteller · 9 months

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Get Down Tonight || Roman Reigns

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Inspired by ‘Get Down Tonight’ by KC and The Sunshine Band

Warnings: Implied smut

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X Reader - You

Roman Reigns - The Tribal Chief - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoa’i

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It was one of the bigger executives idea to throw a disco themed party about 2 weeks before Summerslam. Everyone was still stressed from the last pay per view and needed some unwinding before they all snapped and caused serious injury to themselves or each other at summerslam.

You weren’t talent per say, well not athletically speaking. You were one of the few interviewers that traveled between Raw and Smackdown. It was tiring but it was a fun job to be close to different talents all the time. You had grown quite close to the smackdown talents, some say even close with the one and only Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns. You had started your job the same day he had returned from being home for the worlds shutdown of the coronavirus. He was all tall and brooding with an air of confidence and power that nearly knocked you on your ass the first time you interviewed him. His deep voice that held a small tone of sultry, god was it heaven. Then there was his facial hair that just complimented his chiseled face, the gods had taken their time with him. After the show had closed that night, he and his cousins, introduced themselves properly, totally different from some of the other talents who seemed to maintain character even after the show needed. While the twins and Solo seemed to follow him wherever he may go, you two still managed to get closer, which was a surprise to his cousins as during shutdown, he finalized his divorce and swore off looking at women and pursuing anything…boy how was he wrong when you came into the picture. Something with you just struck him and slowly over time on camera, the tension shifted and fans noticed how he was with you. He even made sure you traveled as their personal interviewer because Joe wouldn’t talk with anyone else. All noticed by their colleagues.

So here you were, meeting the bloodline at the party, dressed in a fringe silver dress that made you feel absolutely beautiful.

Joe entered the banquet hall with the twins, Jon and Josh along with Sefa. Joes eyes scanned the hall, no doubt looking for you. You were being pulled around by different people, mingling, trying to catch your own glimpse to see if Leati was here. He may have seemed liked he hated being called by his first name, as most addressed him as Joe, but when you said it he loved it. You both had caught glimpses of each other the whole night it seemed liked, never crossing paths. That was until the music finally played. That was when the real party had started.

The room filled with the guitars of Kc and the Sunshine Bands ‘Get Down Tonight’. Joe looked across the dance floor that was becoming more filled with people and caught your eyes.

“Honey-honey, me and you

And do the things, ah, do things that we like to do”

Sefa watched as his older cousin had his eyes locked on you and signaled the twins to watch. Joe, completely ignoring his family, rose his finger and called to you with the ‘come here’ motion. The two of you like moths to a flame found each other. Joe reach his hand out to you, you put it in his own, and he spun you to him, the fringes of your dress going crazy with the movement. Joe looked down at you, having your back to his chest.

“Y/N” he whispered in sultry to you.

“Leati” you reply breathlessly, before he spins you back out, arms length away.

“Baby-baby, I’ll meet you- same place, same time

Where we can get together, and ease up our mind”

You and Joe moved fluidly to the music, his hands on your waist every chance he got to help move your hips to the beat.

Everyone around you was aware of how engrossed you two looked with one another. It was as of if the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The way your body moved and rolled along with Joes was erotic on its own, but was only heightened with the looks he kept giving you.

With your back to his chest as the line of the song ‘get down tonight’ replayed you swung your hips low to the floor with your arms still touching and reaching for him behind you. Joe reached down and picked you up with ease, tossing you in the air to turn you around and caught you, right leg instinctively wrapping around his hip and thigh. Joe looked down at you to see you looking at him with hooded eyes before dipping you back to watch you roll back up to his chest, his hand caressing your back the whole time before holding you to him before repeating the process once more and keeping you a little always away from his face.

“You keep rolling your body like that and I will bend you over the closest table in front of all our colleagues “ Joe rasped quietly to you. You looked at him with doe eyes.

“Maybe I want you to Leati” you whisper as the song starts coming to a close. Joes jaw ticks as he looks at you with dark eyes. Joe brings his face to you neck and bite behind your ear, the process being covered by both of your hairs, so no one could see. You let out a moan that was almost noticeable to everyone else around as the song died down.

“You better get the pretty ass down tonight for me” Joe whispered as the song ended and kept you close. You looked into his eyes and nodded.

Everyone who watched you two dance clapped and couldn’t stop talking about the two of you, but the two of you didn’t pay attention as Joe whisked you put the banquet hall out to the suv and got you in before getting in himself.

“Oh, do a little dance, make a little love

Get down tonight”

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gypsypendragon · 5 months

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Pieces of the Heart:

1: Cold

The Heart Pirates never had a problem with their captain’s obsessive need for staying under radar; subterfuge; hiding. (Not that anybody threw that word around; they were pirates after all and had pride to defend.) Regardless of the reason the Polar Tang spent probably more time below the water’s surface than above it. Besides their poor furred navigator, who was always usually the one to propel the Tang topside before their Captain brought it up himself, none of them ever really complained. The portholes were always filled with underwater views that never got old, or the neat patterns the rays of light would make across the walls and floor of the Tang as water disrupted them. It was calm underwater. Storms would rage above them with untamed fury yet always the Tang remained steady and at ease deep in her underwater refuge.

If there was one thing anyone would probably complain about it would be the temperature the deeper they dove. Those deep, icy waters out of reach of the sun’s warming rays embraced the Tang eagerly the further they went; easily cooling the metal and lowering the temperature inside. Granted, it never lasted long, hence the silence regarding the matter. The sealed space, numerous bodies, and engines pumping out heat would easily warm the air until it got hot, which is when Bepo would start begging for fresh air. There was a very small window though, when the metal halls and walls of the Tang were cold. It was only ever at most a day, maybe two, and it was never paid much mind.

Now, most of the crew had been gathered in North Blue, so their tolerance for a chilly temperature was higher than most. Some even preferred it much like Bepo, but regardless of the tolerance, wet and cold air did not usually mix well.

The first time the initial diving temperature decided it was done being ignored was just before the Heart Pirates had left North Blue. Law choosing to sail for once over his usual orders to dive let the crew enjoy the rare instance of using their deck. With their jolly roger high over their heads proudly pulling them through the water many chose to lounge around in the sun. A few were partially working, checking the sails and ropes casually as they wandered the Tang’s surface, while the rest were off playing games with one another. Law had even been baited out of his precious library to soak in a little sun of his own; courtesy of a pushy Penguin and Shachi who held no regard for their captain’s personal space. They themselves were engaged in a rather loud game of some kind with Bepo and Uni which involved someone shouting a word and then all throwing some ridiculous pose.

Law watched with a subtle fondness as he rested against the railing of the deck. Golden eyes slid lazily across his crew taking in their faces one by one and their antics. Still not quite sure how he’d amassed such an, odd, bunch of nakama, but quietly glad to have them nonetheless. The sun was warm, the breeze off the ocean cool, and clouds floated lazily above them. It was calming and Law could feel himself relaxing involuntarily, only to jolt back into alertness when there were shouts and a harsh lurch to the Tang.

Not sure when exactly he seemed to have drifted off, but Law jumped to his feet unsteadily as the Tang worked to right itself in the water. A massive wave of sea water rushed over the left side of the Tang and washed across the deck. The icy wave knocked a few of the crew off their feet as it swept passed their legs and Law braced for the exhaustion that slammed into him the moment the water drenched him. He felt arms catch him as his legs gave out before he was hauled back up by Clione and Hakugan. They kept a tight hold on him until the sea water was gone and the Tang was steady again.

Shouts persisted, however; and Law saw why. Their ship had been nearly run into by another. The hull of the pirate ship was smashed up against the side of the Tang which must have caused the wave, and already their attackers were launching off the side of the ship. The Heart Pirates were caught off guard, weapons stored safely down below, unthought of in their longing of prescious surface air. Bepo, thank goodness, and a few of the others who were well versed in martial arts managed to keep the few eager pirates from advancing any farther than where they dropped on the deck.

Recovered from the sudden sea water bath he had taken, Law summoned his room. The blue sheen stretched across the Tang until Law found what he was looking for. He only had a few coins in his pocket, but it was better than nothing.

“Penguin! Shachi!” He shouted instantly drawing their attention.

As they turned to him he tossed the coins, the gold shimmering in the air and catching their eyes before Law’s fingers flexed. Instantly the coins were replaced by a number of their crew’s weapons. The duo easily picked theirs out as they caught the small arsenal before quickly shouting for others. One coin Law kept to himself and soon Kikokou was back in Law’s possession. With some of them armed now a few of the crew broke away to run back into the Tang and retrieve the rest of the weapons. Law, thoroughly angered that this unrecognizable crew had the gall to attack them so blatantly, turned his powers on the trespassers. Body parts were removed before the rival crew even realized what was happening and shouts of attack turned to terror.

The attack, though surprising, was weak. As soon as enough of them were armed, and Law had his eyes set on completely dismantling the enemy, the tides of battle turned quickly. One Room later and Law had dismantled not only the crew, first mate, and captain, but the ship. Only satisfied when the pirate ship began to sink an irate Law reappeared on the deck of the Tang as his crew finished off the last of the pretentious crew that had dared to disrupt their rare time outside.

“Everyone back in the Tang!” Law ordered, “Bepo send us under!”

The Mink nodded quickly, “Aye, Captain!” Before taking off into the Tang.

The crew followed after the pair of them as the rival ship sank into the waves. The hatches sealed as headcounts were finished and the familiar sensation of the Polar Tang taking them back to the calm safety of underwater washed through the ship.

Though victorious, they had all still been caught off guard, and some wore the evidence. Penguin had obtained a sizable gash in his forearm, Uni a decent nick to the side, and a few others sported an injury just a bit too big for a band aid. They worked together stashing the weapons back, finding their captain’s precious coins (even if he wouldnt admit to such a frivolous, pointless hobby), and then one by one returning to the infirmary and their captain.

Penguin sat still as Law worked on his arm easily, but he eyed Law’s soaked pants and the bottom of his hoodie, “You should change, Law.”

Gold eyes flicked up to him only momentarily before he returned to the wrap on penguin’s arm, “I will after I’ve checked everyone.”

Shachi, ever near Penguin, shared a look with the older man before Law let Penguin’s arm go.

“Besides, you’re one to talk.” Law leaned back in the chair he occupied as he raised an eyebrow at the duo, “You’re both soaking wet.”

In truth most, if not all, of the crew was soaked from at least the thighs down. Law told them to do the same thing, the hypocrite, but they stubbornly refused to until he did as well. The ever obvious battle of wills persisted through the three most stubborn Heart Pirates even as Law checked through the rest of the crew. He told them all the same thing, and some hesitated, while others blatantly sided with the defiant duo.

“Maybe we should have changed when the Captain told us to.” Clione sighed as he lingered outside the infirmary hallway with the ever growing crowd, “My legs are getting cold!”

“You can go if you want to.” Shachi huffed before turning just enough so Law and he caught each other’s attention, “I’m going to wait until our doctor listens to his own advice!”

Ikkaku shifted on the seat awkwardly as Law’s grip tightened just a little around her calf as he finished her injury. She stood, carefully, as golden eyes looked up at her with clear scrutinizing question. She briefly ducked into her shoulders as she grimaced before trotting out of the infirmary and toward the section of the hall Penguin and Shachi had amassed their nearly mutinous followers.

“Sorry, captain!” She said quickly as she darted out.

Law sighed heavily as his head dipped down; if they were any other group he’d be concerned Penguin and Shachi would be able to full blown mutiny for real and take his whole crew with them. There was far too much trust in the duo though, for that to ever be even a metaphorical concern.

The crew dispersed slowly, especially since the hall before the infirmary door was getting a tad crowded, to go check on their navigator or make sure all the weapons were stored safely. An unspoken agreement of waiting to hear until their hypocritical captain finally changed his clothes spreading between them all. Law allowed himself to dare believe those who left were giving in to the chill setting into their wet clothes, and were off to change finally. Bepo appeared a little while later wondering what the crowded hall was for just as Law finished checking the last crew mate.

“Must be nice not getting cold.” Ikkaku sighed as her shoulders shook for a moment with a slight chill, “Captain hasnt even moved despite the chill in the Tang right now.”

“Maybe his legs are frozen that way.” Clione joked, getting a laugh out of the few around them.

Bepo suddenly grabbed Ikkaku and nuzzled up to her face rubbing his cheek, “If you’re cold I can help!”

She squeaked in surprise but graciously accepted as the Mink’s warm fur was a nice break from the chilly air. She rubbed her face back against his and the two detoured off into a nuzzle fight of who gave up first. In the end, unsurprisingly, it was Ikkaku.

Law moved, drawing everyone’s attention as he walked toward the door to glower at everyone who were still in the wet, now cold, boiler suits, “You’re all going to get sick.”

“Well why dont we all go change then?” Penguin challenge before he and Shachi made a dramatic show out of parting for Law to go first.

Their captain shot them a look before rolling his eyes and slinking passed them. As he moved through the halls toward his own room Law was overly aware that everyone was still in their wet clothes and all watching him subtly; for the most part at least. He muttered something under his breath about stubbornness rubbing off before disappearing into his room. As soon as the door shut everyone else ventured off at quicker-than-normal speeds to their own to finally shed their wet, cold, clothes.

The Tang had dove far downward until it had leveled out at their usual, comfort depth. Calm water gently carried it over the ocean floor as the engines rumbled quietly. Heat was already starting to creep out of the engine rooms and into the halls as if it was trying to warm the crew faster than usual. The Heart Pirates reemerged dry, and slowly warming back up, as the chill of the deeper waters slowly edged away; much to Bepo’s distress. They gathered in the galley slowly but surely as the day’s event became the topic of conversation. Law eventually wandered in, gliding through the galley against the smooth walls like a shadow, before slipping into the same spot as always by Shachi and Penguin.

“Damn attack stole the day from us!” Shachi grumbled through a mouth of food, “We still had a whole half a day left of surface time!”

“Nearly washed some of us overboard with that stunt!” Law heard Clione behind them at the other table as the others nodded with his statement, “Almost even sent the captain over!”

There was a chorus of displeased growls at the mention of the possible outcome, and Law sighed. He noted to himself though, that perhaps they would try to surface again a different day to let the crew regain what they felt they were robbed of. He was well aware of how much they valued their dubbed “Deck Days” after all.

“Captain really did them in though!” A hearty laugh followed as others agreed with vigor.

A few “Serves them right!” and “That’s what they get!” followed suit as conversations started to derail into different topics.

“Dont worry about it Law.” Penguin said gently next to him.

Law blinked and squinted at the older man out of the corner of his eye, “I’m not worrying.”

He ignored the slight curve of Penguin’s lips, “They might have got us off guard, but we’re all fine.”

Bepo rubbed his cheek against the top of Law’s head, “We’re strong captain! A little surprise wont knock us over!”

While Law had no doubt in his crew’s abilities, especially to a mediocre crew like that, he was still concerned with how easily it was for them to have been caught unprepared like that. That wouldnt be happening again.

“Strong as we might be…” Law started eyeing them all, “We wont be any good if some of us get sick. Next time any of us get drenched drying off comes first.”

“Of course, of course captain.” Shachi and Penguin both grinned as they each slapped a hand on his shoulder, “Long as you do the same.”

Law looked about to protest; some round-about excuse they were sure. Instead he shut his mouth with a huff, and the two took it as a victory. For now.

“Besides! We’re North Blue pirates, we’re probably immune to a cold by now, captain!” Shachi grinned wide as the others nearby laughed with him.

…

Shachi sneezed, and then cursed.

It hadnt been his first sneeze of the day, it hadnt even been his first sneeze of the hour. He just had to have gone and open his big mouth trying to placate Law after yesterday’s ambush fiasco. He was working in the engine room this week, and he was for once glad to be. Though loud and always ending in oil slick hair and hands Shachi was out of the eyes of Law while in there. While their captain had offered long ago to learn the workings of the engine as well they had all objected, saying he was already the captain and doctor that was enough. It was the one place Law rarely ventured, if ever.

It also meant it was a good spot for hiding when you knew you were coming down with a cold that you were oh so confident about not getting.

Shachi sneezed again, this one catching him off guard, and he smacked his forehead into one of the pipes above him. He groaned with a curse as he rubbed his head.

“Shachi are you okay?” Clione, who had apparently been trapped on engine duty as well this week, slid out from under a mess of machinery to look up at the ginger with curious concern, “You’ve been cursing a lot since you got in here.”

“I’m fine.” Shachi grumbled, sniffed as he wiped his nose, “Just been sneezing like crazy lately.”

Clione looked at him for longer than would have been a regular glance which caught Shachi’s attention.

“What?”

“... are you getting sick?”

The tone wasnt accusatory, but sounded more like a desperate need to know.

The ginger squinted behind his shades as he eyed Clione for a second. His nose was uncharacteristically red now that Shachi looked at him, but that could have been contributed to the heat in the room.

“Are you already sick?” Shachi challenged finally.

There was a stiff nod from the man below him, “I had the chills this morning! And my nose wont stop running… I traded chores with Uni this week just to hide in here!”

Shachi laughed suddenly, “That’s the only reason Im not trying to trade with Penguin!”

“If the captain finds out he’s going to be so cross!” Clione groaned as he slid back under the area he had been working on before.

“He’ll definitely give us, especially me, one hell of an earful if he catches us.” Shachi barely finished before he sneezed again, “We gotta keep this under wraps…”

“Agreed…” Responded Clione’s disembodied voice with a tone of distress in it.

Underwraps was fine and dandy the first two days. Clione deteriorated faster than Shachi did though, opting to go without talking on the third day since his voice was scratchy. It drew some attention, but luckily it wasnt questioned too hard.

As odd as that in itself was.

Shachi ran headlong into Law on the third day by accident, but his surprised sputtering was able to bewilder the man enough to allow Shachi escape. Penguin later relayed to him that Law had asked if Shachi was inhaling too many of the engine room’s oils and was suddenly considering if a week of engine room duty was too much at a time. It would have been funny, if Shachi hadnt heard Penguin sniff harder than usual leaving the room again.

It became apparent to Shachi, who was suddenly aware Penguin was also sick, that under wraps was dwindling to impossible. In a hilariously evil twist of events most of the crew had contracted some form of a cold it seemed. They ranged from just the obnoxious sniffles to down right coughs and headaches, and Law was growing more and more suspicious of them all as the hours ticked on. He had been, fortunately, mostly locked away in his library pouring over a rather large amount of information they’d managed to obtain regarding Doflamingo. While usually the crew would try to break him out of it every so often; right now they took it as an ally against the impending discovery. Bepo, bless him, was concerned that all his human nakama were almost all under the weather, but had been persuaded (partially threatened on Penguin and Shachi’s end) to keep it from Law. He was not pleased about it at all, but so far had complied.

They thought they would make it, especially when Clione (who’d been one to have it pretty bad) came out one morning looking and sounding far better than he had been.

The illusion wouldnt last however. An accident in the galley ultimately ended up bringing Law’s full attention to Uni who had dropped a knife. The blade had cut his palm when he’d tried to catch it, and any moment Bepo declared blood was in the air, Law was alert like a hawk. He cornered the taller man in the kitchen intent on attending to the injury, but the Heart Pirates in the area watched with apprehension as the blue sheen of his room spread out no doubt in an attempt to shamble bandages from the infirmary to his hand. It enveloped across the galley and as it slid across the bodies in the area they watched it falter for a moment.

Penguin and Shachi who happened to be in the galley at the time flinched when they watched the sheen shudder for a moment before it extended out of the galley. Uni stood rigid as his captain’s golden eyes stared up at him with a scrutinizing glare.

The entire galley twitched when the word “Scan” left their captain’s lips.

Uni watched with wide eyes as Law’s face contorted into a bizarre mixture of surprise, anger, and exasperation all at the same time. Bandages appeared a few seconds later and Law wordlessly disinfected and wrapped Uni’s hand before he stiffly turned toward where the notorious duo were sitting.

The pair wasted no time scrambling up from the table and making a dart for the door, but with his room still active Law easily summoned them right back to his position. They tripped over each other as they were teleported into the kitchen area landing in a heap on one another.

“Immune to a cold, was it?” Law’s voice slid across the air calmly and everyone else made quick work to vacate as fast as possible; all but poor Uni who was doing his best to meld into the back walls of the kitchen while his captain blocked the only door out.

The pair half leaned up over each other to look up at the absolutely furious glare Law was sending down at them accompanied by an arched eyebrow no doubt waiting for an excuse he knew wouldnt help them.

“It’s just a cold!” Penguin started first, “It’s not that big a deal!”

“Yeah besides! I’m almost over mine already!” Shachi’s whine was obvious.

“I warned you that you’d all get sick!” Law started, his tone oddly close to a parent scolding children, “The Tang gets cold as we dive, it takes a day or so for her to warm the halls. You all wanted to sit around in wet clothes like the stubborn idiots you are! You even dragged the rest of the crew into this!”

The duo shot up to their feet as they rounded on Law. Penguin was the first, “Well you wanted to be just ast stubborn! No one was in danger; you could have gotten out of your wet clothes before taking care of us! We’re capable of at least patch work!”

“You especially should have gone first!” Shachi added before Law could get a sound out, “You were soaked in sea water Law! On top of that, used your abilities! Out of all of us you should have taken care of yourself first.”

The two stood almost chest to chest with Law, but none of them gave in to each other. It was a common occurrence when the three most stubborn of the Heart Pirates collided in conflicting views; usually always on the welfare of each other.

“It’s a cold, Law.” Penguin finally said, his voice dropping some of its argumentative edge, “It’s not some big illness. We know youre a doctor and all, but you still worry too much about even the smallest things.”

“Even a simple illness if pushed too hard could become something worse!” Law stated firmly, but the stiffness of his shoulders had disappeared; Penguin was right and he knew so.

He couldnt help it though.

“We’re fine captain!” Shachi added on finally as the tension fizzled away, “To be honest… more surprised at how long it took you to notice anyone was off.”

Penguin slapped Shachi in the head interrupting the ginger’s laugh as Law twitched. That fight had been almost a week ago; Law really hadnt picked up on it. He’d known things were a bit off with some of the crew, but to completely miss such a widespread illness just because he’d become obsessive again with Doflamingo... Law’s fist clenched at his side.

He would need to be far more observant about his crew before they left for the Grand Line. He was not going to let something important slip by his notice again; in the coming, unforgiving seas, that could cost him his nakamas’ lives.

“Everyone’s getting looked at.” Law finally said sighing before he walked passed the duo, “I want to make sure the symptoms arent too bad.”

The duo sighed as they put their hands on their hips, but resigned. They could at least give him that; they did hide it from him for almost a week after all. Shachi looked at Uni who was still in the kitchen and gestured with his hand.

“Come on, let’s at least go get the others.”

…

Law’s exam of the crew yielded, much to his concern, that all but nine of the crew had some varying degree of a cold. Some were almost over their strain, others were just getting into it, and a few were in the middle of some obnoxious symptoms. Law dished out remedies for the worst symptoms but anybody not suffering from those were told to deal with.

They all assumed it was as much of a consequence as he was willing to give them for not telling him.

Though each exam did come with a stern talk of hiding illness, and not listening to him.

What they were all not prepared for, especially Bepo who felt slightly wronged since he had, had nearly nothing to do with the crew’s stunt (though Law refused to believe that at all knowing the Mink could smell when something was wrong), was Law’s orders to leave the Tang submerged until everyone was healthy again. A rapid roll of complaints flooded the common room of the Tang when Law made the announcement a little while after he’d examined everyone.

“Captain, that's cruel!” Ikkaku huffed from the crowd and a number of the others agreed, “Not all of us were sick!”

“But I’m sure you all knew about everyone who was?” Though ending like a question it was stated more as a fact prompting none to try and argue with it; he wasnt wrong after all.

“We cant stay submerged that long!” Clione whined thinking about the engine and the air filters, “The Tang’s gotta go up at some point, and Uni just barely started getting sick!”

The much taller man groaned as what was visible of his face turned a little red. A chorus of objections flooded over the group before Law held his hands up.

“We’ll surface occasionally.” He shot them all a look when they seemed to take his words wrong, “But only to replace the air, and if there is an island nearby when we need supplies.”

A number of groans and distressed “But Captain!” rolled around the room as the pirates were finally realizing this was probably Law’s true version of punishment for the stunt. Bepo in particular was absolutely appalled by their captain’s verdict, expressing his extreme distaste for the idea.

“We’re not going to risk getting into a fight when more than half of us are not at our best.” He stated, walking toward the door. Stopping Law glanced back at the grumbling members of his crew, “Next time Penguin and Shachi decide to partake in a stubbornness stunt, maybe not be so eager to join them.”

The duo ruffled at Law’s statement, knowing full well he just put crew wide bullseyes on their faces. As he turned and left Law’s lips twitched into a smirk as he heard defiant outcries from Penguin and Shachi before a chorus of irate crew members descended on them. Hopefully that would make the two stop and think before trying to stubborn their way passed his advice, but even as he walked the halls he knew that was far from likely.

They’d been doing it since he met them, and he was sure they’d be doing it long after.

…

The day Law declared the crew finally cured of the stupid cold that had made it’s rounds was the day he let them finally reclaim the Deck Day they were robbed of. To say they were excited would have been an understatement. The minute the Tang surfaced and settled the doors were thrown open and the entire crew swarmed out onto the deck. Sunlight blasted them instantly as cool sea spray met them and it was like they’d been starved. Most of them began with lying about the deck and simply taking in the sun and the fresh air. Soon enough activities began that involved expelling all the pent up energy that the confined space of the Tang couldnt relieve them of.

Penguin and Shachi took up chasing one another in a ridiculous game of tag that soon swept through the entire crew. After that some of them even chose to spar together on deck, while Penguin and a few of the braver crew mates went as far as taking a plunge into the ocean. Law sat on a high point of the Tang, deciding he was a little less inclined to linger near the railing anymore, as he kept an eye on everyone. They’d forgone the sail for now, letting the Tang linger in the wide empty space they’d surfaced in, allowing any number of activities his crew might want to do. He knew Penguin was going to swim, that was a given, but he’d been surprised how many had gone with the older man.

Bepo, the poor guy, was up on deck simply lying on his stomach letting himself cool. Law had been lenient with their surfacing for air resupply only to allow Bepo time to cool; certainly not wanting to subject the poor Mink to the heated space for longer than absolutely necessary. There was a wrestling match going on between Uni and Hakugan which had drawn a small chorus of cheers from others, and Law couldnt help but allow himself a fond smile.

He’d been cross with them that they’d hidden an illness from him; cross with himself for not realizing for so long. He wasnt dumb though, he knew they’d had a solid point as Shachi and Penguin usually did when they argued with him. He’d have to get these small things under control before they entered the Grand Line; the further they went the less forgiving the margin, for even slight error, would be. They would all have to be as top shape as possible, as often as possible, if they were going to survive.

The captain sighed as he leaned back, golden eyes scanning the horizons quickly, before he returned his attention to his crew. They were all stubborn in their own way, but they were strong.

He was sure they’d all be fine…

A sudden tingling sensation over took his sinuses without warning prompting him to spring upright before Law sneezed. Golden eyes blinked for a moment before he groaned and dropped his face in his hands.

They’d be fine. Eventually.

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This is my first crack at trying to write short one shots for the heart pirates. Ive written fanfiction for a number of other things, but have been a bit intimidated to write for the crew. Figured now was better than never to finally give it a go.

I actually had a cold myself for about a week when I wrote this haha. Feels a bit of a stretch to me, regarding how Law would miss this (and the whole thing with cold and wet clothes is considered a myth), but I figured for a first attempt it was good enough...

Feel free to leave constructive criticism; I'm still trying to figure out the crew dynamics I like the most so I'm open to listening to head canons you guys have. I'm simply writing off my own, so always looking for more to adopt.

#writers on tumblr #one piece fanfiction #heart pirates fanfiction #fanfiction #heart pirates #trafalgar law #ikkaku one piece #shachi one piece #penguin one piece #hakugan one piece #uni one piece #one piece heart pirates #Pieces of the Heart by KC

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noomichi · 7 months

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If this is denial it be hitting hard.

I might be in denial, but I don't think KC will be dead forever. I don't think he will come back any time soon, but in like maybe a couple months to a year, KC might return, I felt like his arc ended too soon so yeah he might return in the future.

#the sun and moon show #tsams #I know no beta is used for fanfiction but-#no beta we die like KC #I'M SORRY I HAD TO #tsams KC #sams killcode #theory?#I might be in denial #sams #sams spoilers #the sun and moon show spoilers #tsams spoilers

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tavernlords · 11 months

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Like Old Times, Your Majesty (A King's Choice Kerwin x Neu!Reader Oneshot) || Angst/Comfort

"Your Majesty... What are you doing...? It's pitch black out here."

"Kerwin-!" In the darkness, all you can see is a silhouette of a tall man with a dim candle in the distance. It's hard to make out, but you know it's him. You could never mistake that velvety voice.

As he walks up, he plops down beside you on the grass with a soft grunt and sighs. He takes in the fresh midnight air and the gentle breeze. You stare at him as he rearranges himself into a comfy position and snuffs out his candle before putting it on the grass. While he is outstretched and enjoying the night, you are tiny with legs tucked and face squished to your knees. You wonder how he does it. How he seems to become one with the world as he lays. You wish you could do that.

He takes a deep breath. "So, what's on your mind? You don't usually stay out this late." You turn away from him, a heavy guilt in your chest for forgetting to change your demeanor. You don't want him to see you like this. You have to stay strong for him. After all, with the death of his father, he must be going through a lot. You can't burden him with the weight of the ever-growing boulder on your back. He must be sick of it as it is. "Nothing... just uhm..." But the crack in your throat gives you away. You pretend it didn't happen. "Talbot..." He knows you're lying he knows you're lying he knows you're lying. "He dropped a vase."

"Oh, yea. I heard that. It got me up, too..." He pauses for a second. "Did that startle you?" You nod, tears in your eyes threatening to let loose. He puts a hand on your back in an attempt to console you. It works a little too well, and you feel yourself sob a little without your consent; his presence is like a warm hearth to you right now. Just him being there with you makes you feel a little more protected. You hate being alone. You're afraid someone might attack you if you are. It's a heavy burden to bare, but you'd never admit that.

The thin veneer of stoicism blows away in the wind, and you hear your sobs get louder and louder. You hug your knees firmly, planting your face into the crevice between your thighs, and let go. You know if you looked at him right now, you'd instantly crumble. But it seems that you aren't doing a very good job at keeping yourself from doing so. It's simply all too much.

He quickly pushes toward you to hold you in his arms. As time goes forward and your sobbing turns into frantic gasps of air, he hugs you tighter. There was always something different about Kerwin hugs. They were like the coziness of your blanket when you first wake up every morning, the fuzzy feeling of a beer after 5 longs years of fighting a relentless war, or the laughs you had as a kid when you had no idea the world was so cruel. They made you feel innocent and light. Like you were just a commoner with no kingdom to rule and only a home to take care of.

After a good, long moment, when you can finally feel yourself breathe again, you let go and apologize. You tell him you really don't mean to burden him and that it's okay if he thinks you're a weak ruler now. You didn't mean to make him feel sorry for you. He just hugs you again. But then he light pushes you away from him, and grabs your shoulders.

"Y/N. You're not a ruler to me. You're so much more than that!" He looks down, empathy heavy in his heart. "I know it's hard for you... but you don't have to put up that act around me. We've known each other for, what, 10, 15 years now? I'll always be here for you. I never plan on leaving." Then he gently gazes into your eyes, worry coating his face like fresh waves darkening light sand. You feel your heart racing, and your eyes well up again. He takes notice, discreetly looking down and then peering up again, this time with a kinder and lighter expression. Softening his grip, he traces his hands down your arms to hold your hands. You know his skin is scarred and calloused from countless battles, but they feel soft to you. He makes sure you feel that softness.

You manage a faint smile in response and a tiny grief-stricken chuckle. He smiles a little more at this, happy to make you happy at least for a second. You stay like this for a nice minute. The air clears with time.

"It isn't just Talbot, is it?" You look away again. "No..." You murmur.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is low and unintrusive.

You pause, breathe in, and try your hardest not to cry again.

"Its just... I'm scared." You look up at him, lips quivering. "I'm scared I'm going to..." Your body chokes on a sob, and you try to recuperate, "lose everyone. I'm scared that, in the end, it's just gonna be me in my giant castle with my guards and servants and I'll just..." Sniffling, you squeeze a tear down your cheek "...Be alone. I'm afraid I'll be walking with you down the path to a nearby kingdom and you'll just- you get stabbed or shot or anything! I couldn't-"

Kerwin clenches your hands, and fold his fingers into yours. Letting your heart settle before continuing, you utter "I couldn't live with myself if I ever let that happen, knowing it could. I don't think... I could ever live without you by my side. Or Greg. Or Talbot. Or Lance. Or-" You curl into him as you can no longer help yourself from bawling. To know he's here and alive gives you so much comfort. You never want this to end. You never want to stop feeling his unbuttoned nightgown against the side of your face or his hands cupping your back. You wish he was immortal. If somehow, by your power as a lord, you could make him invincible. But you can't.

Planting his face in your hair, Kerwin whispers something to you. "Hey... do you remember..." He's holding you entirely in his arms and supporting you with his chest. Almost like he's shrouding you in light or draping a sheet over you. "That time we were outside the city walls, in that great big field near Agatha's wheat farm?" "Hm?"

"I was 11. You were 12. The world was so big and all we wanted to do was to explore it. But then, I got lost in those huge stocks of wheat. You were calling out my name, wondering where I was. I laughed and laughed and laughed while you tried to find me." You giggle at the memory. "...Then you heard this growling from out of nowhere! You panicked and started running trying to find me while I was still laughing. And suddenly - I got bit by something hard! When you finally found me, I was wailing like a baby."

He laughs a little, a burning in his heart with fondness of the past.

"You took me back to your castle, and Allie fixed me right up! I was good as new, but you were still worried. You made me pinky promise you that wherever I go, you had to be with me no matter what."

You smile, now a little tired from all the energy you spent crying. You feel safe in his embrace. "I remember it like yesterday." You let out a tiny chuckle. You can never forget the face he made as you picked him up and forced him onto a piggyback ride. You wish it was summer as kids again. The golden spray of light that peeked behind sheaves of yellow grass. The beautiful pink glow of Kerwin's hair under the sun. The story calmed you down. Your breathing is at steady pace again.

"Well, I never forgot it... Y/N, I trust that whatever comes you'll always have my back. At the same time, I'll always have yours. Things will happen as they happen, and we can never truly prepare for the future. I'm constantly afraid I'm going to lose you. But i wake up the next morning, and you're still there. You're alive and breathing, and still that strong and beautiful lord I've always known." You snuggle in closer to his chest and feel his heartbeat. It's unusually fast, but you take comfort in it. You moan lightly, at ease, sleepy and secure. His heartbeat rises.

He pauses for a long time, and you feel his body get warmer. It's serene and cozy. Just as you're about to fall asleep, he says "Uh... Actually... Y/N... I've been meaning to tell you something for...." He laughs to take off his own tension "about millennia now..." You moan again sleepily, as a confirmation for him to go on with what he wants to tell you. "Do you think... You'd want to stay like this? I mean- Ah, what I'm trying to say is- I think I might..." He takes a breath. "Want to be with you. For ever. Or as long as possible, if that's okay?"

That wakes you up, and you gasp, bumping the top of your head on his chin and nose as you launch up in surprise. He yelps. As you feel adrenaline rush through your veins, your cup your mouth in shock for what you'd done. Kerwin covers his nose and winches in pain. "Oh, my god, Kerwin! I'm so sorry!" He laughs and smiles, "Haha, no! It's fine, really. Augh..."

With tears in his eyes, he looks up at you through strawberry hair, hovering his hands above slightly bloody nostrils. You grab his face and squish it into yours, absorbing all his pain and tasting the metal from his nosebleed. It definitely it's not the most sanctimonious kiss in the world, but goddamn it, it's yours. It's finally yours. In between gasps for air, you chuckle in relief. Finally.

Kerwin sobs for a brief second between kisses and stops, holding you forehead to forehead. Droplets hit your legs, and when you open your eyes you see him crying. "Kerwin-"

"I'm-" He takes a breath "I'm okay, Your Majesty, I just-" He sniffles "I've been waiting so long for this..." He lets out a relieved giggle.

You kiss him again.

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Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [3/4 - Incomplete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.] . Urban Legend "I hate myself for saying this, but I have to agree with Little Miss Sunshine," Caroline cuts in. "This is Whitmore. Nothing ever happens here. Least of all a possession that leads to a massacre of slasher movie proportions."

"Thank you, love," Klaus returns brightly. "Very flattering to be validated by you."

"Bite me, Klaus."

"Find me later, after my shift, and we can see to it," comes the shameless rejoinder.

[Or: Caroline tries to navigate life in college having the worst roommate ever, a douchebag who cannot take a hint and a nosy journalist whom she's definitely not attracted to. Never in a million years.]

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