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I’ve been drawing again and I’m so proud of these characters I’ve been making recently. Thought I would share lol. Might even write a fan fiction with some of these characters 👀
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Hiya, I’ve only just found your blog and I love your work🥰 would you mind writing a bit of a drama (i’m a drama queen🥲)? I’ve been thinking some misunderstanding like zoro being (unintentionally) popular with girls but one being extremely clingy to the point people, as well as the fem reader, think they are a couple. Female reader gets jealous and sad and Sanji comes to comfort her and Zoro sees that and gets the wrong idea and becomes jealous too. But they somehow find out the truth and blah blah romantic stuff confessions etc. I know it’s ridiculous but I live for the drama🥺 thanks in advance and i will understand if you don’t want to do it but I love ya anyway xx
Hiya dear reader,
Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy that you like my style!
I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to post something unfinished XD I hope you don't mind me setting it before the time skip, I think water seven directly after enies lobby is a great location.
Drama is always good and that's a great setup - LET'S DO IT (got a little longer)
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Zoro has no fucking clue
You defeated CP9 and returned together with Robin to Water 7, where the crew got the chance to heal and relax for a few days.
Together, you really showed it to the world government! Well, mostly the big hitters in the crew. Zoro saved you when it came to fighting, not that you minded it. Whenever you were in danger, you knew that he would show up and defeat whatever marine captain or sea monster was trying to kill you.
When you got the key and released him and Usopp from the cuffs, he flashed you a heartmeltingly handsome smile and proceeded to partake in the absolutely ridiulous sword duel that destroyed half the building - and than he fought against thousands of marines.
He really deserved a break. And a thank you. You had been aimlessly wandering through the streets of water 7 to find something for Zoro, a gift to thank him. And maybe show him how much you like him.
Eventually, you decided to get him a Magnum bottle of sake, enough for his big thirst. It was something he absolutely would love.
Pleased with your purchase, you walked back to your temporary shelter in water 7- but your heart almost stopped. You were already so attuned to his appearance, that you could have picked out that green hair in any crowd - Zoro was here. And he seemed to be moving fast. Trouble? That meat head always managed to find a fight, you better help him out.
The gathering crowd slowed you down almost immediately. You squeezed through to see Zoro fighting with some guy, who was no match for the formidable swordsman.
Putting on a real show, Zoro played with the amateur, who poked helplessly at the air as Zoro effortlessly moved around the battlefield. Drinking in the "Oh!" And "Ah!" From the surrounding crowd, a cocky smile spread over his face.
With his two swords crossed, he finally attacked and struck his opponent down with one blow.
The crowd cheered - a very female sounding cheer. You noticed a lot of girls streaming to him. They clung to his arms and praised his strength- what was going on?
A girl shouted: "He got the pantie thief! He's my hero!" In a ridiculously high pitched voice and ran towards a grinning Zoro.
Pantie thief - of course. You rolled your eyes and waited for the crowd to dissipate. And you waited, and waited. One of them seemed glued to Zoro's arm, giggling and throwing her long, blonde locks around.
"Hey Zoro, let's get back to the others" you tried to get him to leave with you.
"Nah. this girl here will thank me with some booze! Just go back without me." He waved you off while the girl promised him all he could drink.
Rolling your eyes even harder, you went back to the crew at the galley-la building and informed them of Zoro's absence.
"Good riddance!" Sanji muttered past his cigarette. "Want an éclair?" He offered, almost in the same breath but with suddenly heart-shaped eyes.
"YES" you shouted, hungry for some kind of comfort after Zoro just trotted off with a blonde haired beauty.
"Stupid mosshead!" You cursed as you angrily shoved the sweet treat into your mouth.
"Yes he is, if he did anything to you I will kick that guy to the moon!" Sanji chimed in.
"No it's okay." You muttered and continued to mope for the rest of the evening.
Hardly able to sleep, you heard Zoro stumble home at dawn, throwing himself into a corner and snoring almost immediately.
You hoped that it was done with that - until the next morning. You heard Sanji shriek in delight as the door opened: "Such a sweet beautiful girl, did you come to see me, my lady?"
You didn't hear the reply clearly, but a high female voice cooed something and you heard a loud thud as Sanji's body hit the floor, an expression of total horror on his face.
The girl from yesterday pranced past you as you knelt down next to the cook.
"It's horrible..." he hoarsely whispered, seemingly near death, "she's bringing the mosshead breakfast. That beautiful lady..." his eyes closed as he sighed the last half-sentence and with it, his will to live (for the moment).
Hot jealousy surged up again. You stomped to the table, where luffy was sleep-eating heaps and Zoro gingerly unpacked a giant sandwich, seemingly made entirely out of meat.
The blonde bimbo had parked her breasts on the table and watched Zoro with a dreamy expression as he wolfed down the sandwich, splattering sauce all over the place.
"Do you like it?" She asked in a melodic voice.
"Yeah, thanks" Zoro answered with a full mouth. He seemed very content. That ass.
She didn't leave afterwards. In fact, she basically moved in immediately, either hanging on Zoro's arm or sitting close to him, watching him with heart shaped eyes and complimenting his every breath.
She eventually informed the somewhat irritated rest of the crew that her name was Silk (while throwing her silky hair around) and that she stayed with Zoro. Since she didn't actually do anything bad and Zoro didn't seem to mind, everyone accepted or ignored it.
"Come on, snookums, it's so crowded here, let's go out" Silk tugged at his arm. "I know a great liquor place!"
"Yeah why not" he lazily followed her as she maneuvered him like a tugboat.
"Snookums?" you stared after them in disbelief.
Nami, meanwhile, died of hysterical laughter.
"Didn't think that a girl could tame him that much. He's totally whipped!" she laughed and slapped your back while you didn't understand the world anymore.
The sake you bought was still in your bag, still untouched. Maybe you should bring it back to the store.
It was evening, Zoro and his girl weren't back yet. You found yourself so irritated that you couldn't sleep, just like Sanji, who sat at the table and poured himself some wine.
As you sat next to him, he silently passed you a glass as well. He somehow managed to get from perfectly coiffed, full of energy and dressed to the nines to unshaven and disheveled in the course of a day.
"I know why I am upset...but what is it with you?" You ask him.
Two bloodshot eyes stared back at you.
"I can't believe Marimo...that filthy brute, with no style and no interest in women has a...a..." The end of his sentence was too much to bear for him, instead he took a nervous gulp of wine.
"And she's so....soo...prettyyyyy" he dragged out the last word like a pre-schooler in a tantrum.
You gently tapped your glass against his: "to us" you whisper.
"To...us?" He half asked and half repeated and he smiled.
One glass turned into two glasses, and like that the bottle was gone. Your only topic: how much Zoro and that girl sucked.
A new bottle was opened, and another. Soon, you didn't find enough things to hate Zoro for anymore, so instead you moved on to different topics. Sanji told you about growing up in the restaurant while you told him a few stories of your own. After the third bottle was emptied, you were both pretty drunk, and you didn't really remember much anymore.
You drifted off to an uneasy sleep, full of Zoro how he made out with the girl named Silk. How they had children and generally shoved their happiness into your face.
"Oi, wake up. Y/n, wake up!" You heard Zoro's angry voice above you as he tapped you with his foot.
"Wha...let me sleep marimo" you answered, swiftly adopting Sanji's language and inflection.
As you opened your eyes, the swordsman's towering frame took up your entire field of vision. With his crossed arms and grumpy expression, he looked intimidating as hell.
You stretched and realized that you had slept on the floor, leaning against Sanji, amidst a lot of pillows. Sanji must have brought them during the night to make you more comfortable. Now that's a man!
When you moved, Sanji's head fell into your lap, still sleeping, and he immediately began purring like a kitten. Zoro grabbed him by the collar and shook him awake.
"What the fuck YOU think you're doing?" He bellowed at his sleepy crewmate.
"Go and have your nosebleed somewhere else, you pervy cook!" He said as he threw Sanji down again -hopefully immediately regretting it because Sanji answered with a fiery kick.
Not even 5 minutes awake and already near a fight, you decided to crawl away to safety and make some tea.
As you set down with steaming cup in hand, you spotted the blonde girl coming towards you, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Demonstrably, she sighed and commented "what a short night" showcasing her disheveled hair with a pout.
"Uh-hu" was all you could manage.
"You are his crewmate, are you not?" she asked, "how can you live with that manly man on one boat and not fall for him?"
"Yeah, it's a mystery" you answered sourly. If she only knew that you did - and he didn't care.
She continued to talk about something, but you decided not to listen. Instead, you focused on the fight going on outside now, where Zoro and Sanji shouted insults at each other.
"You hurt her feelings! I cannot ignore that!" Sanji screamed. "FLAMBÈ SHOT!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STUPID COOK!" Zoro answered among loud clashes.
Your head was aching too much, there was too much noise. You excused yourself and went outside - away from the fight - and sat at the pier. It was calm here. Just faint noises of fighting were in the background.
You thought about how childish those two were, always fighting about something. But you were one to talk, you were childish as well. Zoro or Silk had no way of knowing that they hurt your feelings. At least Zoro deserved an open apology. And his sake.
You sighed, already playing the conversation in your head. The waves crashed against the pier, it was really calm.
Too calm.
When you returned to the building, both Zoro and Silk were gone.
Sanji was at the stove, making breakfast.
"Zoro stormed off" he said flatly. "And Silk-chan followed, of course."
They didn't return for the whole day. Dusk came and there was still no sign of them.
It got late, evening turned to night and Zoro was still gone. It was time to have a talk, to let him know how you felt, and to clarify where you both stood. You packed the sake to finally give it to him and be the friend he deserved.
You made your way through the bustling streets of Water 7 once again, aimlessly walking and hoping to find Zoro. It was a lively city with people sitting outside and laughing late into the night. You didn't see the green hair anywhere, maybe they've gone to her place.
Your feet have taken you away from the people in the streets to side alleys, where everything was calm and dark. There were lots or piers looking out to the water where crews loaded and unloaded goods.
With relief, you spotted Zoro sitting on a wooden barrel near the water's edge, alone now, with an empty bottle of sake beside him. His expression was more somber than before, and he seemed lost in thought.
Taking a deep breath, you approached him, determined to have the conversation you had been avoiding. As you got closer, Zoro looked up and met your gaze, and you could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Hey," you said softly, taking a seat beside him. "Mind if we talk?"
Zoro blinked and then nodded, a serious look on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to be direct. "I am really happy for you, Silk seems to really like you." You paused, unsure where to go next.
"And I hope you're happy with the cook" he snorted.
"What?" You asked, surprised.
"The cook. And you. I wouldn't have thought..." His voice trailed off and he took the bottle again. Remembering that it was already empty, he threw it into the sea with a sigh.
"That goddamn cook with his nice words..." Zoro mumbled angrily.
"I am not with Sanji, silly" you told him.
"But you slept together...! On the floor!" He stuttered.
"We just fell asleep, nothing more." You said.
"I...I'm not with Silk either." He rubbed his head, "in fact, she was kind of unnerving."
"Than why be with her for days?" You asked.
"You know, it was nice to be appreciated for once. Silk gets it. You always call me stupid or silly." He shrugged.
"You stupid mosshead, everytime I call you stupid I mean that I like your stupid!" You rummaged in your bag for the Sake, "it means that you're adorable and cute and so, so unbelievably, awesomely stupid! And I do appreciate you. You save me all the time. I bought this for you, as a thank you" You gave him the extra large bottle of Sake.
Zoro's brows furrowed as the gears started turning in his head. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think...why did you never say so before?"
"Don't know. You never really cared about anything besides swords and fighting." You shrugged.
"I...I do care, I just...I'm not so good with words." He held the bottle in his hands like he didn't know what to do with it.
He swallowed and looked at you. "You know, I think you're stupid, too. Really silly. The silliest person I've ever met." He laughed and you chimed in.
You felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over you. Maybe Zoro wasn't as clueless as you had thought. Perhaps he had his own way of expressing his feelings.
"Just to be sure...stupid means I like you" He whispered and invited you to sit with him. When you hopped on the barrell, he put his arm around you.
As you sat there by the water's edge, the two of you talked late into the night, sharing stories, laughter, and sake. The noise of the world around you faded into the background as you discovered a deeper connection with Zoro, one that went beyond the chaos of battles and adventures.
And in that moment, you realized that sometimes, the most meaningful conversations happened not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments shared between two people who cared for each other deeply.
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Epilogue (because I don't want to leave Silk's character as the only evil female catty villain)
Zoro and you eventually made it back to the company house and shocked everyone, first and foremost poor Sanji, with your new found closeness. It would be a long road until you could say the l-word to each other, but whatever your now relationship was, it was good.
It would still be a few days until you could sail from water 7 and you enjoyed the commodities of the city, walking through the busy streets, window shopping.
A store with beautiful cloth caught your eye and you entered. You looked at the exquisite goods when you heard a shop clerk approach "can I help you?"
"No I'm just look-AHHH" your voice and face must have derailed when you found yourself looking at an equally shocked Silk. A moment of awkward silence followed where you saw that her eyes were swollen and she looked really tired.
"Uhm, hi Silk, how are you?" You stammered.
"You know. Not so good" Silk looked unnerved. "What do you want?"
"I didn't know you worked here" you were caught off guard. But now that Zoro was with you, the anger against her seemed childish and mean.
"I'm Sorry if I was mean to you before" you said, surprising the girl, "I was unfair."
"No, don't. I was...overreacting, too. I'm sorry" She said thoughtfully. "He didn't stop talking about you. Really annoying, like he was hung up on you. That's why I was so pushy" Tears pooled in her eyes again.
Helpless, you tried to comfort her.
"Don't...he's just a stupid, stupid man" you told her.
"I know. That's why I liked him" she said, voice breaking.
You guessed that you weren't the best person to comfort her now, so you decided to leave.
"I'm Sorry. I should go now" you said.
"Yeah. Bye" She forced a smile and waved.
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TAKING NOTES: ROB LUCCI X READER SMUT
REQUESTS OPEN ON MY AO3 : Dear_Oh_Dear
“Y/N!!!” Someone yelled out, startling a young woman who was sleeping right on her desk. Was she supposed to be writing a paper? Yes. Was she doing that? No- but Y/n couldn't help it! It was just so boring. Though, it was the only job that would accept her due to, well, utterly embarrassing herself and messing up every single job that she ever had. There wasn't a place in Water 7 that she didn't work at that she didn't already get fired from in less than a day. So this job- working as a journalist was her last shot, and sleeping on the job wasn't really helping her.
Y/n got up hurriedly to where the voice called out from- Her boss's office. Y/n hesitantly opened the door to see a stern face.
“Y/n. I have a job for you, and you better do it or you're fired.” He spoke, and he sure was quick to the point. Y/n nodded hastily, a look of nervousness painted bee face.
“Yes boss!”
“Your job is to interview Rob Lucci, I'm sure you've heard of him- he's quite popular among you girls. Anyways, he already agreed to answer any question you ask, and I've prepared some for you, most of these were sent in through the mail by some fans, so you better get them answered.” He demands, “But some more info that you'll be needing to do…” he trails off as Y/n mind wanders elsewhere.
Ah yes, y/n, a young and aspiring journalist, was sent by the Mizu Mizu Newspaper Company to spend a day at the Galley-La shipwright company to interview some of the shipwrights about their job and other burning questions sent in by many fangirls and boys.
“And your tour guide is none other than..”
“Rob Lucci?!” Y/n blurts out as her boss just explained her job to her. Most of her questions were for him anyways so wouldn't it make sense for him to be her tour guide, right? Well, it wouldn't be as bad if she didn't have to ask questions like “Are you single”, “Are you a virgin?” Which were the most popular questions sent in by the people of water 7, had they no shame?! Now Y/n had to go on her way to invade the privacy of Rob Lucci, who could easily get her fired for asking such weird questions!
But
Y/n had to do it, or she's living on the streets!
“Fine…” Y/n said in defeat, and her boss handed her a notepad with pre written questions on them like a fill in the blank Q&A sheet, and the questions were a lot worse than she could imagine.
Her boss smiles at her as she accepted the job, “Well? Go on now! They're expecting you in about…” her boss looks to the clock “Ten minutes at Dock 1!”
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“TEN MINUTES?!” Y/n yelled, turning on her heel and sprinting out of her boss's office in a hurry- it was a 20 minute walk if she wanted to be there in time!!
Everyone in the office had their heads turned at the sight of little ol’ Y/n running at such a pace. Murmurs filled the room until their boss yelled, “GET BACK TO WORK!”
Y/n didn't have any time to lose! Her high heels were clicking like a ticking time bomb that goes faster and faster per second as she ran, pushing past people with a pen and notepad in hand. She raced up the paths as fast as her legs would take her and in 8 minutes, she made it to Dock 1.
Y/n found herself in the bustling workplace, surrounded by the sights and smells of sawdust, wood glue, and freshly sawn timber. until a voice called out, “HEY! What the hell are you doing here?!” A blonde man with slicked back hair yells, pointing in the direction of Y/N and then he stopped to get a good look at her- “A tight pair of shorts, a crop top.. A LOW CUT SHIRT?!” the blonde yells, “YOU TEMPTRESS! GET OUT OF HERE!” He continues, until a familiar blue haired man walks out with an attractive black haired male. It was Mayor Iceburg and… And Rob Lucci!
Sweat trickled down the shipwrights' noses, as they labored under the glaring sun, their brows and clothing damp with perspiration. Their limbs were sturdy and their hands deft, as they hammered, sawed, and nailed the ship's timbers together. Their faces were lined with determination as they worked in unison to complete parts of different ships in a timely manner. The only sound that broke the silence was the sound of their tools striking the ship's lumber.
Y/n stays silent in surprise, unsure of what to do until-
“You must be Y/n!” A high pitched voice says, making Y/n look around in confusion at where the voice came from.
“You know her, Lucci?” The blonde asks, a cigar clenched in between his teeth.
“Lucci?” Y/n thinks to herself, “there's no way that that high pitched voice came from him!!”
Y/n looked to Lucci and the voice spoke again, “She's the journalist who was sent to interview me” but wait..Lucci’s mouth didn't move… was it the..
“THE BIRD TALKS?!” Y/n exclaims in surprise
“My name is Hattori! And yes I talk!” It spoke again.
“God that's actually scary” Y/n said to herself
Iceburg stays silent then turns around and walks back into the building awkwardly, mumbling to himself on the way.
“Alright, I'll give you a tour while we speak” Hattori continued as Lucci motioned Y/n to come forth.
Lucci led the way, as Y/n followed like a duckling. Lucci pointed at different places while Hattori spoke about what the place was and what the shipwrights did there.
As they walked, they eventually made it to an area where no one else was around and Hattori spoke up, breaking the silence, “Are you going to ask any questions? I don't think it's your job to stay silent while you get free tours..don't take this into any offense though” Lucci cocked a brow as if he was the on speaking and Y/n just looked down and sighed and finally mustered up the courage to open her notepad and speak up.
“are..are you single..?” She hesitated to speak, but she had to ask these stupid, stupid questions!
Lucci stopped walking and snapped his head to her.
“What?” Hattori said, flapping his wings like arms. Both Lucci and Hattori we're caught off guard.
Then, it went silent.
After about 30 seconds Lucci then finally spoke,“I am. Are these questions written down or..” Lucci bends down to meet Y/n face as he smirks, “or do you have an interest in me?” He said in his oh so handsome voice, it was enough to make any girl swoon from a single word of his alone. Though, Y/n did pick up a hint of cockiness in his tone.. Did he like this?
“they're written down but…What If I did have an interest in you?” Y/n replied in a flirty tone, which was so unlike her, but it just slipped out!
“Now, why would a newspaper have such personal questions to ask? Are you sure these aren't written directly from your desires, Y/n?” Lucci continues, standing up right again. He was tall. Much taller than the average person, standing at around 7 feet.
His voice was low and attractive and the way he purred your name made your blush instantly, he was like a tiger with a roar that rumbles far and wide, making stomachs drop, but it made your stomach feel..different.. As if butterflies were in them.
Lucci looked around to make sure no one was near, then he looks down to Y/n and presses his lips against hers, catching the poor woman off guard. As he pulled away, a trail of saliva connected their lips while Y/n's heart started to beat into her throat.
“Got any more questions?” Lucci asks, causing Y/n to fumble with her note pad to get a better look at it…
Oh
‘Are you a virgin?’
Y/n stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to ease her anxiety, “Are you…a virgin?” she whispers the last part in embarrassment and Lucci cocks a brow. He moved his hand to lightly cusp Y/n’s chin with his index finger, his pointer, and his thumb. He leaned in close and whispered, “Maybe not, but if you are, I can change that..”
Oh my god..
Y/n's face turned redder than a strawberry and couldn't even speak.
“Well, Y/n?” Lucci smirks and cups her face, “If you let me, I will. We're all alone..” He added on and Y/n nodded profusely.
The enthusiasm really turned Lucci on.
Lucci hurriedly picked her up with her crotch pressed against his. Y/n could feel his dick hardening at the contact, so she wrapped her legs around him to press against him more. Lucci let out a small groan and slammed her against the nearest wall. It was broad daylight, so anyone could walk on the two of them participating in such shenanigans.
At this point, they both were breathing shallow and faster than they were before. Y/n was a hot mess, clinging onto Lucci like an animal, and while it turned Lucci on more- they both needed to hurry up and fast.
Lucci slammed his lips onto Y/n, making out with her messily, his hands roaming her body. His dick was bulging from his pants and it was very apparent.
“Let me down.” Y/n moaned out from in between kisses and Lucci did as she said. As Y/n got down from being pinned to the wall, she instantly fell to her knees and looked up to Lucci.
“May I…?” Y/n begs, looking up to Lucci with puppy dog eyes. Lucci nods with a slight smirk, “You may”
Y/n slid down Lucci's pants to reveal black boxers with “GALLEY LA” printed all over it. Y/n let's out a small giggle as she also slides the boxers down- revealing Lucci's 8 inch cock, which slightly curved up with a brownish base. He had pubes, but they were closely shaved like his goatee. The size intimidated Y/n but she wrapped her lips around the tip and started taking small bits of his dick inside her warm mouth while her wet tongue cushioned his large and thin cock. Lucci placed his hand on Y/n's head grabbing a handful of hair to slightly tug on as she went down on him.
Y/n began to start bobbing her head a little faster on his dick as seconds passed. She could only take a both 5 inches of him until Lucci started to slowly push her head down as she sucked him off, but not enough to make her gag or get her hurt (barely).
“Y/n..are you taking notes, surely this will answer some of your questions…” Lucci said getting closer and closer to his climax.
“Y/n I'm getting close..” Lucci added on and just then he released his semen onto her throat, and she swallowed every last drop.
“Oh my..i forgot to take notes..maybe we might have to redo everything so I can finally write it down?” Y/n said playfully
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birthday girl
Kaku x F!Reader
summary - Kaku always frees up his day on your birthday, because he loves to spoil you and treat you
warnings - none, but in this fic Kaku and the others are just shipwrights at Galley-La and Khalifa is just Iceberg's secretary.
a/n - my birthday is tomorrow so this is purely self-indulgent, i'm sorry <3
Kaku was a workaholic. He enjoyed what he did, so it wasn't often that he took off work for a day. But today was different, because for him today was special.
It was your birthday.
You woke up to a smell that was heaven on earth, and immediately your stomach grumbled. You blushed in embarrassment, even though there was no one in the room to be embarrassed in front of, and quickly got out of bed because you knew that smell could only mean one thing.
Kaku was home.
"Hi, handsome," you greeted with a warm smile as you wrapped your arms around his bare torso. "I see you dressed to impress."
He laughed, clad in only a pair of sweatpants, no shirt, "I know how much you love it when I cook like this, my love. Besides, this was the first surprise of the day for my sweet birthday girl."
"You took off work to stay home with me?" You smiled even more. Kaku was incredibly sweet. You kissed his cheek as he hummed.
"Mhm, but Paulie and Lucci want us to swing by Dock 1 later on so they can wish you," he turned to give you one of his sweet, gentle smiles before pecking your lips.
"That's sweet of them. But you don't plan on staying home all day, do you?" You laughed, guessing he must have planned everything out already.
"Nope," he grinned at you, before turning the stove off. "I have lots of special things planned for my special girlfriend."
You smiled even more as the two of you sat down to eat, blushing as always when you saw that he had made your favourite. You kissed him deeply before he could start eating, showing your appreciation for this gesture and for him because words were failing you.
"I love you," you pulled back and murmured breathlessly.
"I love you too," he didn't hesitate, his eyes bright as they settled on you.
Kaku did indeed have several things planned for you both to do. He knew you liked long, romantic rides on the yagaras around Water 7, so he had found the longest, most scenic route and taken you along it. Then he took you to several shops and purchased anything you so much as looked at, because he wanted to spoil you today. You ended up with an entire new outfit, complete with shoes and accessories.
"You didn't have to buy so much," you giggled as you came out of the last store. "I would have been happy with just the skirt."
"I know," he smiled innocently, "I wanted to get you all of this."
He didn't let you protest, because he swept you away to Dock 1 so that the others could bombard you with wishes and greetings and in Paulie's case, a bone-crushing hug. Kaku had to peel him off you, and you laughed as you said Khalifa's signature phrase, "Sexual harassment," and watched the colour drain from his face.
Then Kaku took you somewhere nice to eat, and the whole time just gazed at you lovingly as you thanked him for such a great day and described how much you love him.
"You're so beautiful," Kaku interrupted your little speech, his eyes twinkling with admiration, awe and love. "You're so beautiful."
Your cheeks burned, "You say that all the time."
"Because it's true."
He took your hands in his and kissed them, not taking his eyes off you, "You're the most beautiful, incredible woman on this planet and I feel very fortunate to be your boyfriend. I just hope one day you'll let me be your husband." He handed you small, handcrafted wooden ship.
Your eyes widened at his words, before settling on the ship, "What's this?"
"Another gift," he smiled, that silly little smile you loved so much.
"Kaku, you already-"
"Stop protesting," he chuckled, "Just open it."
"How?"
"That's for you to find out, my love."
You studied the ship, looking for a hidden compartment. If the cute little ship wasn't the gift, then what was? You found out soon enough, when your thumb brushed against a spot that seemed a bit loose. When you pressed it, a small drawer opened and revealed a beautiful silver ring with intricate carvings of your favourite flower.
"Kaku-" You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.
"It's not a proposal yet," he blushed, "Because I know you're not ready, so it's a promise ring. As soon as you're ready, I'm going to marry you."
You teared up, "It's so beautiful."
It was such a thoughtful thing to give and his words were even sweeter, making your heartbeat speed up. You were at a loss for words, this was the most amazing gift you had ever gotten, and him saying he planned to marry you when you were ready made you fall in love with him all over again.
"Then you're perfectly matched," he slid the promise ring onto your finger, then brought your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it.
That evening as you lay in bed, you couldn't help but wonder how you'd gotten so lucky. Then Kaku walked in to join you, but he was holding a small cake with a single candle on it, and you laughed.
"Well, isn't that cute?"
He smirked, "Can't have a birthday without cake."
He settled on the bed next to you, smiling gently as you sat up to face him. He held the cake up gingerly between you two, so he could sing to you softly and you could blow them out afterwards, after making a wish. It was the most intimate, romantic moment of your birthday so far, and you smiled at him lovingly.
"Thank you so much for today, love," you spoke between eating the cut cake. "It meant so much to me, you have no idea."
He just smiled and looked up at you with an icing-covered nose, and you giggled as you wiped it off and watched him eat messily, adoring your goofball boyfriend. He was the cutest when he ate, and in that moment you silently thanked God for giving you such a treasure.
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a/n - not my best work, but here it is. Hopefully my fellow Kaku girls out there still enjoy it :)
#one piece#op#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece kaku#kaku x reader#kaku x you#one piece kaku x reader#one piece kaku x you
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How to distinguish my space settings from each other: FTL (faster-than-light travel para los que no dominan la jerga) and the Argentine Character (they all have at least one)
Campoestela:
FTL: Travelling is done in relatively short (12-72 hs.) flights through a cloudly dimension called the Aether. The feeling is much like pre-jet era flights, with frequent stops for fuelling (they need a fuel called "nafta" which is refined in special worlds). Different currents carry you faster, making for trade routes stretching across the galaxy. Ships range from space-shuttle sized to slow cargo mega-carriers.
Argentine Character: Beto, a guy from Space Chaco (ironically, my most porteño character) who is a space trucker unionized on the CGT (Confederación Galáctica del Trabajo) and loves listening to history podcasts
Space Battleship Aurora:
FTL: Light speed? What's that? This is a fantasy setting. Space Byzantium (literal Byzantium) used galleys equipped with magical sails to transverse the oceans between the crystal spheres and conquer its empire. Sure, now they resemble WWI battleships, but the principle is the same, this is a star ocean.
Argentine Character: Tomás, a huge guy from Bonaeropolis, Terra who is the ship's cargo master and a communist revolutionary who adopts a couple of noble kids who aren't sure of this whole thing yet
METAL lml
FTL: jump devices are only found in old ships or automatized factories from the golden Age of Aquarius where everybody disco-danced. They are fuelled by the very energy of the universe that fuels everything else, METAL, the lml (Liquid Matter-Light), the song of the universe itself. Ships simply "jump" to their destination instantly, as long as you know the song.
Argentine character: Two, actually. One is a teen girl isekai'd from 2012 who uses the power of METAL to destroy her enemies, the other is a very chill gaucho from Space Corrientes who herded asteroids and now flies a Hind-like ship kicking ass.
The Greatest Scam:
FTL: This is a hard sci-fi setting. The only FTL is wormholes, which act with within laws of physics as we know them. The AIs who mine bitcoin in the Solar matrioshka brain use them to create incomprehensible processing systems. AIs friendly to humanity and the Socialist Interstellar maintain wormhole gates that allow limited interstellar communication and travel ('human' space is about 50 light years across). These gates are expensive pieces of infrastructure, much like space railroads.
Argentine Characters: None just yet, but many wandering habitats are of Argentine descent, flying under the flag of the URSAL.
Concordia (Star Trek Rebuild)
FTL: Depending on the date, if set in current times none at all (humanity is just expanding through the solar system, think For All Mankind), but if there is a FTL, it's an Alcubierre-like "warp drive", which functions much like in Star Trek, the main limitation is the energy required to keep the "warp bubble" stable. Interstellar travel takes days to weeks, humanity has explored just a corner of the galaxy and mostly thanks to friendly alien civilizations.
Argentine Character: A recently promoted captain born in Curuzú Cuatiá, Corrientes, who is trying to keep the balance between his Usamerican first officer and his Soviet chief engineer.
Biopunk South America:
FTL: There is plenty of space activity, but no FTL and there probably not ever be because of physics (if there ever is, it will be like in The Greatest Scam). As of 2143, there are only unmanned interstellar probes to Alpha Centauri and others which will take decades to reach destination, interstellar exploration is a long-term project.
Argentine Character: Except for Marina, all of them. Even the dolphin. Especially the dolphin.
#cosas mias#science fiction#worldbuilding#argentina#WELCOME TO EL BIOTIPO CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ENJOY YOUR STAY
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Pilot AU is giving forced proximity accidentally sleeping with your coworker vibes before your first day of work a la greys anatomy and I am here for it 😂👏🏻
Okay but imagine all the times they’d brush past one another in the galley, and their chests brush and both of them remember what it felt like for their lips to brush and their hands to roam and the look in his eyes had stolen the breath from her chest.
But Anthony hadn’t meant for this to happen. That’s why he went out to bars and hit on women. Because it didn’t have to go anywhere. He never had to introduce them to his family, or form an emotional connection, it was easy. But now he can’t stop knowing little things about Kate. The way she takes her tea and the fact that she never eats the almonds off her tray and she handles pressure better than anyone he’s ever seen.
And Kate let him hit on her because it was easy as well. Someone she probably wouldn’t get attached to, a quick shag when she was back in town because enough of her life was changing after her discharge from the RAF. She had enough to do. And she gets the shock of her life when they leave the airport 2 weeks in to their working relationship and a ten year old girl darts forward to hug Anthony. Because holy fuck please, she can be messy in every other way but she can’t be the woman a guy uses to cheat on his wife.
“It’s his sister.” Edwina said gently, “Hyacinth. He looks after them some weekends to give his mum some time. When he can.”
And Kate realises there’s a lot more to Anthony than a prim flight attendant who tuts at the way when fold their jackets. And part of her wishes there wasn’t.
#pilot au#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers#mile high
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HIRED!
BREAKING NEWS!! Mr Absa is too busy loking for a wife to see the pure love that is IcePaulie! Poor guy... 😞
Congrats to @/annia316 on twitter for winning the @opdilfzine giveaway!
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WATER 7, by Absa - After a long and gruelling selection process, the most sought after job offer on the entire Grand Line has finally been filled. The whole city of Water 7 was stunned when the town’s beloved mayor, Mr Iceberg, chose no one but a young—only 8 years old!—girl to be his secretary out of the hundreds of passionate, talented candidates.
Some, including the shipwright of Dock 1 Lulu as well as yours truly , have expressed slight disappointment that the gorgeous, daring candidate no.151 was left defeated, however, we are assured that this delightful young lady with her superior intellect stood (metaphorically) a head above the crowd, making her the best choice out of everyone!
Even so, during our chats with Water 7 residents, we have learned that there might have been other factors at play during the selection process.
“At least now young Paulie won’t keel over from embarrassment whenever staying at Iceberg’s place!” Mrs Kokoro, the stationmaster of Shift Station, has told us. (The author of this article believes the implication of Galley-La’s vice-president staying overnight at the mayor’s house is untrue, possibly caused by Mrs Kokoro’s… merry state.)
At the local bar, the sentiments were similar. One of the owners by the name of Kiwi just laughed when we told her the results, saying, “Finally Paulie can sleep peacefully, knowing there won’t be anyone in miniskirts waking them up in the morning.”
Her statement was met with several nods and hums of agreement form the other patrons and regular customers, reflecting the general sentiments of the water capital. Despite a few sighs about having lost some ‘damn good eye-candy’ (as stated by Mr Zambai) everybody seems happy for the new secretary, the mayor, and, curiously, his young vice-president.
So, what exactly will the first days on the job be like for the newest Galley-La employee?
Ask no further, dear readers. Despite the mayor’s schedule being kept secret for security reasons—or maybe for flexibility reasons in the not-so-rare case that Mr Iceberg suddenly decides he doesn’t feel like working—we have found the answers you seek!
Under the promise of anonymity, a reliable source who is very close to the mayor has given us information on the young lady’s first assignment—booking the best table at the city's top restaurant. Miss Chimney has also disclosed that the person Mr Iceberg is going to be dining with tonight is none other than Mr Paulie.
We hope the candlelit dinner will be a great atmosphere for the Galley-La Company’s president and vice-president to plan the company’s—and the water capital Water 7’s—bright future. All under the watchful eye of the new, bright secretary!
→ For an in-depth interview with the new hire, proceed to page 3
→ For exclusive photoshoot with the stunning applicant no.151, proceed to page 9
#one piece#icepaulie#iceberg#iceburg#paulie#absalom#iceberg's new secretary#dilf zine#zine stuff#annia316#katie pretends to fic#you don't want to know how long i spent on that fake article#even though it was a template#drabble#humor#outsider POV#zines
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As the Stars Burn On Chapter 23
Masterlist. Ao3.
Water 7
Gajeel wipped his mouth, clearing his throat in the aftermath of his roar attack. Merry jolted and shuttered under them as she settled back into the sea, the sudden forced lurch of movement likely having taken a toll on her.
“Sorry, Merry,” Gajeel murmured, padding her railing. “Didn't mean to scare ya.”
One of the ropes came undone, gently landing on his head. He took it as forgiveness.
“What was that?!” Nami demanded. Laxus and Gajeel rejoined the crew, watching as the imposing dark blur passed by.
“A train,” Lucy breathed, grinning wide.
“On the ocean?” Usopp answered doubtfully.
“That was the sea train,” Lucy explained, practically bouncing in place. “Do you know what this means?”
“Not even a little,” Lily told her.
“That train goes between San Faldo, Enies Lobby, Pucci, St. Poplar and Water 7. It means we're close.”
“You're a smart one, missy,” someone called, and the whole crew turned as one. The double roar that Gajeel and Laxus had used to send Merry over the tracks and past the huge frog had left them floating near a lighthouse. Unlike most, it wasn't settled on an outlying island, but rather, it seemed to be floating like a ship with one tall building in the center and a few yards of walking space around it. On it was a rather rotund woman with long blonde hair, wearing comfortable clothes and a tall purple conductors hat. She was on the shorter side, made more apparent by the little girl coming up to her collarbone next to her and the blue rabbit that sat by them both. The rabbit meowed. They all smelled thoroughly of fish. “That train is called the Puffing Tom, and it's the pride of Water 7.”
“So we are close,” Nami breathed with relief. “Good, then maybe we can find someone to help Merry.”
“Granny, look,” the girl demanded, pulling on her pants. “It's the pirates from the paper.”
“So they are, Chimney.” Neither seemed particularly worried. “I'm Kokoro, the station master here. This is my granddaughter Chimney and our cat Gombey.”
“That's a rabbit,” Lily pointed out.
It meowed again. Lily made eye contact and refused to break it; the rabbit didn't blink.
“Ms. Kokoro,” Lucy called. “I know that Galley-La is the main shipbuilding company on Water 7, but who should we go to if we want the best possible?”
“That's a pricey demand,” Kokoro told them. “Water 7 isn't called the best in the world for nothing.”
“Money isn't an issue,” Nami—Nami—said. Gajeel checked to make sure he hadn't died. “We know... we know the Going Merry is in a rough spot, but if there is any chance that someone can help her, then we need to take it.”
Kokoro examined the crew closely, eyeing Merry and her various battle scars. Luffy stepped up. “Please. She's nakama.”
The old woman seemed to melt, nodding her head. She took another swig of booze before turning around. “Stay here.”
In a few minutes, she'd returned and offered them a sealed letter. Luffy reached out to grab it before handing it over to Nami. “Give that to Iceburg, and he'll take care of you.”
“The mayor?” Lucy said.
“He's the best. If there's nothing that can be done for your ship, then he'll be able to build you a new one.”
“Thank you,” Lucy said sincerely. “I don't suppose you know where we could find the Franky Family.”
“Franky?! What do you want with him? They're dismantlers.”
“We told you,” Lucy answered firmly. “We'll take any chance.”
Kokoro hummed before dispearing again. She returned with another letter, this one addressed to Franky. Gajeel wondered if all old people knew everyone.
“I can't say he'll be any help, but if you love your ship this much, then I wish you the best of luck.”
“Thanks, Granny!” Luffy waved. With a few goodbyes, they were back to sea and on their way.
“Just a little longer, Merry,” Usopp promised, hugging her mast. “We'll help you.”
Sanji looked over, catching Gajeel's eyes. Unlike most, he'd kept his opinions on the likelihood of Merry getting fixed to himself; Gajeel knew what that meant. They had to be ready for the worst—and much more likely—scenario.
☉
Barely a few hours later, as the sun was beginning to set, a fountain appeared on the horizon. It was a gross understatement because as they got closer, they realized that the fountain was the city; Water 7 was one giant love letter to water. Cannals twisted and turned, spanning the multi-layered alleyways, buildings built on top of each other until they were a towering mass of stone, and ships. Small ships, big ships, war galleons and scoops and everything else. Seven massive shipyards spanned the upper levels, with flags from pirates and merchants and marines.
They were directed by a local to weigh anchor on a strip of land in the back alleys, and, with the sky darkening and all of them thoroughly exhausted, they opted to take an early night.
In the morning, they'd find out what Water 7 could offer them.
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“Nope,” Lucy announced when she first saw Laxus and Gajeel. They were wearing the clothes they usually were at sea, which meant wind battered shirt and pants. They looked good—they always did—but they didn't look like she needed them to.
For a second, neither of them said anything, too busy staring at her as, slowly, they dragged their eyes down her body. She fought back a blush, long used to being stared at yet somehow feeling nude all the same under their focus. Lucy didn't have a large wardrobe at the moment, but she certainly had enough to make an impression. Today, she'd opted to wear a red-pencil skirt, her belt loose and off kilter holding her Keys and whip. With it, she'd paired a white and green halter-top which, besides making her tits look great without showing too much cleavage, also left her arms bare. Her tattoo spoke for itself. She'd spent a good hour with Cancer to get the hair just right; half in a severe and precise bun, the rest loose around her shoulders. Robin had nodded approvingly, noting that she looked dangerous but not unapproachable. Nami had helped her practice her 'don't fuck with me' face.
Finally, after what felt like an hour, Laxus managed to clear his throat. He sounded rough anyway. “What?”
“I said no. You two need to change.”
“Why?” Gajeel asked her tits. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and he reared back, blinking as he finally looked at her eyes. He didn't even bother to apologize.
“Because the three of us are going to deal with Franky after we exchange the gold. And I need you both to look the part of scary fuck-off pirates.” She paused, then added, “Classy scary fuck-off pirates, specifically.”
“I think you're over estimating my wardrobe, Bunny.”
“Then go fix it,” Nami announced, joining them on deck. As she was going to visit with the mayor, she'd worn a more casual, professional look with a white collared shirt and blue tie, and matching short skirt. She tossed Laxus a bundle of cash, glaring at them both. “This can't go wrong. Come find us at whatever the local gold exchange is after you've gone shopping. And I want change.”
“What's the plan?” Zoro asked as the final stragglers came tumbling out of the rooms. Sanji passed around stuffed pastries for breakfast as they talked.
Lucy cleared her throat. “Zoro will stay to guard the ship while the dragons go get a change of clothes; Sanji, Chopper, and Robin will go into town with the funds we already have to get basic supplies; the rest of us will take the gold to get exchanged. After that, the dragons and I will take a few hundred thousand and go parley with Franky of the Franky Family to see if his underworld connections can dig something up; Usopp and Lily will bring most of the funds back here and join Zoro on guard duty; Nami and Luffy will go speak with Mayor Iceburg at Galley-La HQ and pay for an inspection of Merry.” She paused, biting her lip. “If neither of them can help then...then we'll pay for a new ship to be made.”
Below her feet, Merry gave a shuddering sigh, as if all the stress in the wood was fading out. The fact that they'd made it to Water 7 alive could almost wholy be dedicated to her efforts and it showed.
Deep in her heart, tucked away besides her worst fears, Lucy knew that Merry would never sail again. But she'd be damned to Davy Jones' Locker before she let it happen without a fight.
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It was surprisingly easy to find a gold exchange; Water 7 used aquatic horses called yagara bulls to get around, and they'd simply asked for directions from the man they rented from. Easier still was Lucy and Nami brow-beating the gentleman they spoke to into giving them a fair deal instead of trying to rip them off. Honestly, Lucy was mostly shocked that no one in Water 7 seemed to care about pirates—Luffy had been recognized, but was generally shrugged off as another customer of Galley-La.
Two billion beries richer, they walked out suitably happy. Each group took two hundred thousand, while Usopp and Pantherlily set off at full speed back to Merry with the rest, absolutely terrified by Nami's gleeful—and vivid—threats.
“Well then,” Nami declared, “All we're waiting for is...”
Lucy stared as she trailed off, before following her line of sight; then promptly stared some more.
Gajeel and Laxus had found them easily enough. Laxus had opted to get a pair of red slacks and a sleeveless black turtleneck that might as well have been painted on for all it hid of his figure; he'd thrown his huge fur lined coat over his shoulders as usual, but left behind his soundpods. Gajeel, by contrast, had on sand colored harem pants with a sleeveless green zip-up which he'd left partly open; in deference to the chill spring breeze coming off the water, he'd added a long black trenchcoat.
In short? Lucy needed to change her underwear.
“Happy now?” Gajeel taunted, dropping his arm on her head. Lucy couldn't even bother swatting at him—she was busy telling herself biting his very visible collarbone was inappropriate.
“At least you didn't take too long,” Nami decided. She sent Lucy a look, which she did her best to ignore.
“I like the coat,” Luffy added, before tipping his head. “Should I get a captain's coat? I'm the captain.”
Lucy's brain rebooted itself and she renched her eyes away. Unfortunately, this meant she saw the self-satisfied smirk Laxus was sporting. “Only if you want to, Luffy,” Lucy managed to say. “But you'd look good with one.”
“We can talk about that later,” Nami cut in. “We've got a job to do.”
That sobered Lucy; this wasn't the time to be panting over Gajeel and Laxus. Merry needed help and this was their only shot at finding it.
As Nami and Luffy set off towards Galley-La, a hand rubbed down her back. Lucy looked up to find Laxus had closed the distance, eyeing her in open concern. “If you need to wait a day...”
“No.” She shook herself, straightening. Gajeel dropped his arm, tugging a strand of hair as he gave her space. It was oddly comforting. “No, Merry needs help and we're going to find it for her. Whatever it takes.”
The two dragon slayers shared a look over her head, but nodded.
“We'll follow your lead, Bunny.”
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There was something undeniably sexy about a woman on a mission, Laxus mused. Lucy was always attractive—and her scent from when she first saw them would haunt his dreams for weeks—but today, dressed equally for business and war, not an ounce of hesitation in her step, she made an absolute vision.
They'd taken a—torturous—trip on a yagara to get to another patch of land where the Franky Family did business. The Franky House, as declared by huge yellow lettering, was a brightly colored monstrosity, equal parts wooden home and metal factory—probably for their deconstruction business. Laxus could hear the raucous noise of several dozen people partying from half a mile away; he had a headache within the first three minutes.
Lucy, in the five minute walk from yagara to doorway, went through a complete personality change. Any of her concerns got tucked away, her generally sweet demeanor hidden behind a bland mask of disinterest and determination. It occured to Laxus that, first generation or not, Lucy had been raised to be a noblewoman and she had all the skills that entailed. The dark red of her skirt was stark against her skin as she paused, taking a deep breath. Then, shoulders set, she knocked on the door.
A huge man, easily ten feet tall and wearing full metal armor and strange star goggles, opened the door. Lucy didn't let him get a single word in.
“Lucy Heartifilia of the Straw Hat Pirates. We have a business proposition for Franky.”
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The Galley-La shipyard put the word huge to shame, Nami discovered. She and Luffy had headed for shipyard 1, as it was also where the headquarters were located and found that spectators were common. A few questions from a friendly local produced a wealth of information.
There were seven shipyards, each with five foreman and a hundred or so workers. These foreman were the most well-regarded celebrities of the city and, on account that they dealt with pirates regularly, were all capable fighters. The foreman of shipyard 1—Paulie (who was also the Vice President), Rob Lucci, Tilestone, Kaku, and Lulu—were the best of the best. Mayor Iceburg was also the president of Galley-La and considered an absolute legend on account of him uniting what had once been seven separate businesses under one banner. They took deals from anyone who could pay and had standing contracts with the World Government, merchant groups, and several kingdoms, to say nothing of the regular business they got from pirates.
Luffy was vibrating in excitement, and for once Nami couldn't blame him. Lucy had been right, as usual; if anyone could fix Merry, it was these people. Unable to contain his energy, Luffy went to climb the fence. Because why would anything in Nami's life ever be easy.
“Woah, woah!” One of the shipwrights came over, waving Luffy back. “You can't come in.”
Luffy tilted his head, face screwing up. “Usopp? Why are you here?”
Nami groaned, but could at least understand Luffy's confusion. The man was older and taller than Usopp but had a similar long nose, only square. He smiled, a little confused but good humored about it. “My name's Kaku, foreman of dock 1. Can I help you?”
Nami yanked Luffy back so she could do the talking. Kaku's full attention switched to her. “We're hoping to meet with Mayor Iceburg about our ship; we have a letter of introduction from Kokoro.”
“Really?” Kaku kneeled down, stretching out his legs. “He'll be here soon, so you can talk to him then. I might as well get a look at your ship, though. Where is she?”
Pleasantly surprised at the easy accomodation, Nami gave the location. “We can show you—”
“Nah, don't worry about it.” He grinned, giving her a wink as he took off running and then, with no hesitation, jumped from the shipyard and down into the city proper. Nami choked back a scream, having learned over months in the Grandline to never assume anyone was normal.
It gave her hope though. If the foremen were this intense, maybe Merry had a chance.
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It was undeniably strange, Lucy thought, to be given the lead without hesitation or doubt. She loved her team dearly but the only one who might've allowed her to take the lead was Gray and he certainly wouldn't with Natsu pushing his buttons. Erza, strong and decisive as she was, wasn't the type to go to negotiations as her first choice. As the weakest member, Lucy would let the others take charge and fall in where she needed to be.
Going into the Franky House was completely different. Neither Gajeel nor Laxus asked her what her plan was, both falling back and trusting her to take the lead. Even as they were sat in a back area on one of two plush couches, they stood behind, making it clear to everyone that she was the one doing the talking for the crew. It gave her anxiety, to know that it was up to her; yet it also made her feel powerful. For once, she was going to be the strong one for her family.
As she sat, she took quick stock of the situation. The thugs of the Franky Family numbered in the high dozens and were spread out through the huge building in a wild party. Having been waved away by their boss, none of them seemed to pay anymore attention to the Straw Hats. Twin women, each with a struly impressive square afro and wearing half a bikini each, served drinks before they mirrored Laxus and Gajeel. Across the low wooden table, on the other couch, was the boss himself.
Franky was one of those absurdly tall people that were so common on Terra, yet that was the least interesting part about him. He was bulky up top and slim in the legs, with a bright blue pompadoor, black glasses, and a spiky jaw. He had two tattooes; a blue star on each forearm. Oh, and he wore a black speedo and open purple hawaiin shirt. Nothing else.
“Name's Franky, and I'm the boss around here. Hope you don't mind cola, 'cause it's all we drink.”
He smirked around the glass bottle, tossing the whole thing back in a few seconds. Lucy didn't hesitate to reach forward and mirror him; she set the empty bottle down without a sound. “Lucy Heartfilia, information specialist of the Straw Hat Pirates.”
“Ha!” He thumbed up his glasses, grinning at her honestly. “Maybe you're not so bad. For a pirate.”
“Considering your dealings with the underworld, I'm not sure you're in a place to judge.”
“What can I say? I'm SUPER all the time.” He eyed Laxus and Gajeel, humming before looking back at her. “Bold move to bring 115,000,000 beries to a den of bounty hunters.”
“I think you'll be far more interested in an easy payday then a messy capture. We're rather known for our destructive tendencies and you have such a lovely home.”
His eyes narrowed, humor fading away. “I'd watch the threats you throw, sister.”
Lucy didn't flinch. “An observation, not a threat. Don't you know why he's called Thunder God?”
Franky didn't budge, but he also didn't get violent, so Lucy considered it a win. She knew he'd clocked the two suitcases the guys were carrying when they came in, and a man like him would go for the payday rather than enter a fight he couldn't win. Probably.
Hopefully her cold reading skills hadn't gotten rusty.
“What sort of payday?” he finally asked. Behind him, the two sisters shared a look.
“Two hundred million, half now, half when goods are delivered.”
His eyebrows—nonexistent as they were—raised. “Since when do pirates have that kinda cash?”
“Since we found the City of Gold,” she answered easily. He laughed, a full bellied sound that she didn't join in on. With a wave, Laxus and Gajeel both settled the suitcases on the back of the couch and clicked them open. Franky peetered off when he realized she wasn't joking.
He leaned forward, even as the suitcases were closed. She had him, she knew. Now they just had to pray he could actually help.
“What goods? And I'm warning ya, I don't deal in slaves.”
Lucy couldn't hide the sheer disgust and rage the word invoked. After years of being a Celestial Mage and seeing others use their Spirits as such, she had a visceral hatred for anyone who would deal in flesh. “The day the Straw Hats deal in slaves is the day I sink us myself,” she snapped. She took a breath, restling to get her previous calm back. It was poor form to let emotions get the better of you during negotiations, but there were some things she couldn't help.
Franky nodded firmly, grinning. “Preech it. But what do you need my SUPER underworld connections for, if not that? That is why you came to me, right?”
“Yes.” Lucy took a deep breath, smoothing out her skirt. “To be blunt, our ship is dying.”
Pursing his lips, Franky leaned back. “Then you came to the SUPER wrong place. We only dismantle—Galley-La-”
“Is an avenue we're exploring,” Lucy cut in. “But...Merry seems to think there's nothing they can do for her, so we need an alternative.”
“Wait, are you saying your ship told you she was dying?” Franky threw off his glasses, eyes wide. “You saw her Klaubautermann?!”
Glad she didn't have to go into details or try to convince him of the possibility, she nodded. “Yes. Which is why we want you to see if there's anything—a Devil Fruit, an advanced technique, anything—that might help her where normal shipwrights might fail.”
He wavered, openly conflicted as he looked at her. “Look, I SUPER feel you, wanting to save your ship and all, but if it's her keel that's busted, then she's done. I can give her a respectful sendoff, but that's all I can guarantee.”
“Then try,” Lucy added, getting desperate. “If you can't find anything, then so be it. But if there is even the miniscule chance of a possibility of saving her, then we have to try.”
He softened, eyeing her closely. “Even if there is something like that, the price alone-”
“We'll pay it.”
Franky ground his teeth, eye twitching. “I don't think you get it. Shit on the black market is SUPER expensive to start with, nevermind anything as insane as what you're asking me to find. Whatever funds you have squirelled away aren't going to cover it.”
Lucy leaned forward, placing both hands on the table. “I don't think you understand, Franky. We have just stolen four hundred year old treasure from a sky island. We broke into and out of the impenetrable Navarone. If we have to steal the Grand Tesoro itself and break it down into bars, we will.” She leaned back, standing in a smooth movement. “A hundred million to look. That's all I'm asking.”
He scrubbed a hand down his face, shaking his head. Standing, he towered over her, but offered his hand to shake. “You've got some SUPER guts, sister. I'll take a look but I can't promise anything.”
Relieved, she shook. “Thank you.”
Money transfered, the three of them took their leave. Outside, the sun tipping towards evening, Lucy couldn't help but release a long sigh, tension falling from her shoulders. Laxus rubbed her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her hair that had blood rushing to her cheeks.
“You did good, Princess.”
She swatted at him, unable to formulate words in the wake of the warmth bubbling in her gut. Laxus had gotten intensely affection lately and she had no idea what to do with any of it. The three of them were barelling towards something, but she didn't kow if she could look at it just yet.
Gajeel huffed a laugh and, desperate to change gears, Lucy said, “Back to the ship?”
“Actually,” Gajeel hummed, eyeing the suitcase of cash he was still holding. “Do you think there's a tattoo shop open?”
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They made it back to the ship several hours later, as the sun was finally setting. Gajeel's right forearm was wrapped in bandages until the tattoo healed, and Lucy was cautiously in a good mood. Franky was doubtful, but surely there had to be some way to save Merry.
Her mood collapsed as soon as they stepped aboard. Sanji, Chopper, and Robin were still absent, but the rest of the crew was on deck, the atmosphere filled with misery. Usopp was openly crying, face buried in Nami's shoulder; Luffy had his hat tilted down, sitting on Merry's figurehead.
“Oh stars,” Lucy breathed. She recalled something Franky had said. “It's the keel, isn't it?”
“Yeah,” Zoro murmured. “They say all we can do for her is give her an honorable end.”
“How did it go with Franky?” Lily asked, coming to land on Gajeel's shoulder.
“He's looking,” Lucy answered, trying to be upbeat.
“He...didn't seem to have much hope,” Laxus added. She glared, but he only shrugged. She could acknowledge that they had to be honest with the crew, but they didn't need the negativety now.
Laxus stood straight suddenly, Gajeel a second behind him. It put the whole crew on edge, and soon enough, she heard what they did—the sound of frantic hooves coming towards them.
Chopper, alone and crying, stormed up the gangway in his walking point and straight into Lucy. She only managed to stay on her feet thanks to Gajeel bracing her as Chopper dropped something in her hands. It was a locket, longer than her palm and carved with a massive tree on the front.
Gasping, Chopper sobbed, “She's been taken!”
“What?!”
“Breathe,” Zoro ordered. Chopper sucked in two deep breaths, only calming a little. “Explain.”
“Robin's been captured!” The tension went from ten to a hundred in an instant, Luffy's face descending into a thunderous fury. Laxus sparked. “She disappeared from sight, so Sanji and I went looking. An hour later she came running around a corner and gave me her locket—then the air opened! Someone wearing a mask reached out and Sanji and I tried to fight him but he was insanely quick and-and-!” He got caught up again, breating in sharp pants. Lucy rubbed his back.
“Did she say anything?” Lucy demanded. If Robin had known enough to get her locket away first instead of running back to the ship, then she must have some idea of who they were dealing with. “Anything, Chopper.”
“I...” He shook his head, eyes narrowing. “I think she gasped—CP9?”
Lucy reared back, ice spilling into her veins. If CP9 was after Robin, then it was no wonder she'd opted to get a message to the crew. She'd known there was no escaping on her own. But why her locket? To show Lucy how dangerous the situation was, or because it was a message?
A horrible suspicion entered her mind. With shaking hands, she unclasped the locket.
There, nestled in a bed of paper, was the Monkey Stone Key.
#as the stars burn on#one piece fanfic#laxus dreyar#lucy heartfilia#gajeel redfox#fairy tail fanfic#laxus x lucy x gajeel
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To José Rubia Barcia
Mexico City, 5 April 1949
Dear Barcia,
Your letter arrived yesterday and I’ve no choice but to celebrate your wonderful news with enormous congratulations by return post! Bear hugs for Evita and her ‘legal spouse’ on the soon-to-be happy arrival of the little one I’m already sure will be a boy. And – in all modesty! – I never get this kind of prediction wrong. You’ll see. I hope everything goes wonderfully well and that you’ll let me know the result.
As soon as you send your article on Valle-Inclán I’ll pass it on to Larrea. As you know, Cuadernos Americanos’s policy is to publish content related to, or that contributes in some way to promoting the concept of ‘America’, so it would probably be a good idea, even if you just smuggle in a few lines, to relate your work to that aforementioned and well-worn notion. I’m saying this, because they may have turned down your first article because it was entirely objective and literary with no passing reference even to the dismal ‘civilization of corn’. Juan Larrea, America’s prophet and a first-rate heretic, puts all his tenacious fanaticism, which is no small thing, into guiding the journal in that direction. Send me the article soon, I will read it closely and can guarantee its publication if you adapt it loosely along those guidelines.
I shall now sum up the last year and a half that I have spent completely inactive. Even at this time of cinematic crisis, I was determined not to direct any more stupid films. All my major projects – more than ten of them – failed miserably. It would be painful to recount the hard times I’ve had. In the end I signed a contract in February, which is what I’m living on now, to make one of my kind of films. It’s based entirely on Juvenile Court cases and on files from the Clínica de la conducta. The parts will be played by real Mexican children from the lumpen-proletariat, and I’m aiming to shoot it on location. I’m going to make sure it’s not like any film on this theme anywhere in the world. It will be more documentary and less literary. I was supposed to start in July, but because of the difficulties associated with the subject, we’re going to wait until October and make a Simenon film in the meantime, which actually looks quite interesting. I’m working for Ultramar and Águila Films (a Menasce-Dancigers joint venture). In short, business seems finally about to march ahead… with me leading.
I’m still completely isolated from the parties, cabarets, etc. of the sordid little film world down here. My parties are always at friends’ houses, or better still my own. The guests: León Felipe, Larrea, Imaz, Moreno Villa, Mantecón and the occasional meeting and evening meal with Álvaro Custodio, the great film critic. I also see Gual and the Catalans from the Banco Comercial de la Propiedad, who are all cheerful and easy-going. And that’s the extent of my social life.
What are your views on the state of the world? Perhaps better not even to broach a subject we could discuss for hours on end. And when will we be able to do that? I envy your university position and congratulate you on the Assistant Professor thing. I don’t know if it’s my age or just a longing for peace, but I’m strongly attracted to the idea of a fixed job, something like yours, that does not completely rule out doing other things. Still, I shall stay here, tethered to the hard bench of my Mexican film galley.
Warm regards to the Rolfes. Why don’t they come to Mexico? And to Jay Leyda. Do you ever see him? I think I heard, or read rather, in one of your letters that you do.
Very fond regards, to Evita’s parents first of all, and then to the rest of the clan, and to you both, the friendliest possible wishes from,
L. Buñuel
[PS] Dear Evita,
I’m delighted to hear you’ll soon have a baby, but I hope it will be a girl because they are sweeter and better behaved. We are all fine here, but the boys prefer Los Angeles. We eat more chillies and tortillas than the Mexicans and I’m sure my tamales and enchiladas could now compete with your mother’s.
Best wishes to your family and a big hug to you both from,
Jeanne
Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters
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Something we don't talk enough in Enies Lobby(sorry for going back to that arc) is Nami in the roof.
We know she is not weak; but she is the character that usually reacts against the bold decisions from her himbo crew.
But during the entire moment they are in that roof Nami is ready to kill.
These people is hurting her girl, and she would not stand that.
Even when Sogeking shoots the flag. She doesn't show any emotion more than anger against the foes that has Robin.
I love that because she would react against it. But that time she didn't.
Because this time she can fight back. This time she can get back Robin.
She IS READY to kill.
Nami was amazing that whole arc. Back at water 7 she was ready to infiltrate galley-la hq, when the train crashed she got out and got bussy kicking butts, the whole enies loby break in she was front line and inside she saved Sanji's bacon fighting Kalifa like 'imma set this bitch straight'
100% mvp energy from her and i agree she deserves appreciation
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I wonder who she’s related to? 👀I drew a couple more characters for this groupings like my previous post and forgot about them. Fanfic for all these characters coming soonnnn! :3
#digital art#artishard#my ocs#art#coloring is hard#digital sketch#original character#character art#digital drawing#drawing#my art#original female character#sketch#fan art#one piece fan character#one piece oc#the girl from galley la
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House Warming - Chapter 3 - The Kitchen
A/N: I’m sorry about the editing; tumblr app strikes again.
Plot: You’ve moved in with your boyfriend Chris (Evans, duh) and now he wants to make sure the house is properly christened.
Pairing: Reader X Chris Evans
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, semi-public sex, strong language, talk of female masturbation
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While you had promised your beloved that you would stop procrastinating and actually empty more boxes; your work life had gotten in the way. Both of you had worked extra hours and neither of you relished the thought of emptying out boxes; no matter how few there were for the small kitchen and dining room.
Finally you had managed to coordinate days off together to get the room done and you realised just how much of your dishes had been broken by the moving company. You were lucky to have had the majority insured but you were still angry you had to even claim. Chris had watched you stomp around and growl various expletives on the phone to the company until you were satisfied they understood just how much they had fucked up and why you hadn’t paid them the full moving fee and that yes, they were lucky to have been paid at all.
You threw your phone onto the sofa and then walked through to the kitchen again to help clean it in lieu of unpacking boxes. The kitchen itself wasn’t huge and was bordering on a galley kitchen design but the dining room it opened out too more than made up for it.
Chris stands behind you and places his hands on your shoulders “take a slow breath babygirl…” he keeps his voice soft and quiet beside your ear while choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to make out you were angry over nothing and still wanted to keep you calm and reassured.
“I’m just… did they drop kick the boxes or something cuz I’m pretty sure that’s the only way it could have happened!” You scrub at the sink surround to get rid of water marks as if it even mattered.
“I don’t know, baby.” He shakes his head and massages your shoulders a little.
“Either that or they loaded everything else on top of it. Either way they just didn’t care!”
Chris nods in agreement “no, they didn’t and I’m so fucking sorry.”
You drop the scrubbing sponge into the sink and hang your head “sorry…” you mumble, almost a whisper.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “We’ve finished another room…?” He raises his eyebrow “if you’re up for it… don’t feel like you have too.”
You relax back against his chest “I want too… and we have finished a room…” turning your head to kiss Chris softly as he holds you in place.
“Let’s move over here..” he shuffles you to the counter facing out the window and reaches over to tilt the blinds just enough to give a view to anyone who walks passed.
“Oh… we putting on a show?” You smirk and kiss him again.
“If you’re up for it?” He nods.
“We’re wearing too much to do that right now.” You whisper against his lips. Chris nods in agreement and swiftly pulls off your tee “let’s change that.”
Chris’s hands work quickly to undress you both and pile up your discarded clothes onto the floor to deal with later. He kisses over the skin he could easily reach while opening a drawer and taking out a condom.
“You got those everywhere?”
“Hidden all over the house, baby girl.” Chris smiles and winks, guiding his cock between your ass cheeks and jerking himself. “You know how hot you look doll?” He moans quietly against your ear and rolls his hips, a hand reaching around to your clit.
“Chris… you really do love teasing.”
“Mmhmm… I just wanna make sure you’re good and wet for me.”
“I’m always wet for you baby.” You reply and rock your hips a little to his hand.
Chris growls playfully and nips along your neck and shoulder, his hands moving to roll the condom down over himself; they come to rest on your hips and guide you to step backwards a little. “Spread your legs for me baby…that’s it, perfect…” He once again reaches down and slowly guides himself into your pussy “so good for me…”
You drop your head again and brace yourself against the work surface, your tilted hips pushing back and easing him further into you until Chris’s cock is settled fully inside you. He takes a second to kiss over your back and then rolls his hips into you, setting a steady and deep pace.
His hands grip your hips and guide you back onto his slow thrusts; he really was a tease and he knew what you needed right now. You had once told him you loved the slow build up with the ache running through you until you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d listened intently as you’d described how you would get yourself off with a favourite toy this way after stressful days at work and had then promised as long as he was there the toy wouldn’t be necessarily needed, he had thought about this and then offered to treat you to some new ones to try out with him.
The kitchen light above you made sure anyone who walked by would be able to see exactly what was going on in this kitchen. The dark of the early winter evening was the perfect backdrop for anyone to hide in and watch the show. The idea of a random person hiding in the shadows and watching you sent an almost electric feeling across your skin.
Your light panting had sped up and we’re interspersed with drawn out moans that mixed with Chris’s who was doing everything he could to hold back from just pounding into you. For now. His hands wandered up your ribs and to your breasts; fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples just the way you liked it. You push back to his thrusts and rock your hips the best you could, mewling his name.
Chris splays a hand between your breasts and glides the other down over your ribs and hip, squeezing your ass before continuing down the back of your thigh. As he reaches the back of your knee he lifts your leg to hand over his arm which leans against the work surface to steady you both. The position changes pushes him deeper, his cock angled right against your front wall as he speeds up his movements.
Your arms give out as his hips pound into you but he lifts you back to lean against him “oh no… think of the show we’re putting on and let them see those beautiful tits…” he scrapes his teeth over your neck and pants against your skin. “You’re the star here baby…”
His cock pushes and moves against your g spot; he knew it was intense for you, he knew you’d not be able to hold back as he sped up and bucked his hips into you relentlessly.
“Oh god fuck!” You moan his name, scratch over his arm and run a hand back around the side of his neck.
“So fucking good for me..” his voice low and rough as he groans close to your ear “I know how bad you wanna cum…”
You pant and whine, unable to make full words or sentences.
“Cum for me… lemme hear you, lemme feel you baby… just go with it and let go of everything…” he pants harder and snaps his hips up into you.
He was right; you wanted to cum and you couldn’t hold back, his cock stretching you out and filling you deep all at the same time. His arm holding your leg up so he could get the perfect angle to make you lose control; you could feel your body giving in second by second as he whispered quietly in your ear, grunted, moaned and hissed.
You let your head fall back against his shoulder and cover your mouth with your hand as you scream out his name; you tighten and pulse along his cock as you cum, you feel your own wetness running down your thigh and as much as your muscles almost push his cock out of you he holds you steady and pushes deep with his own release. His loud groan is rough and broken while his eyes shut tight and his body tenses.
Both of you relax slowly and your legs shake, threatening to stop you to the floor. Instead Chris holds you up and gently lowers your leg back down, massaging over your hip to help ease any tension from the position.
“Good fucking girl…” he reaches over and closes the blinds. “You’re so fucking amazing.” He kisses over whatever skin was available to him and helps you stand. “You okay, doll?”
“Oh fuck yeah…” you turn your head and kiss him. “I definitely needed that..”
“You deserved that..” he corrects.
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Requested by @deriroga-123 for the @atla-multishipping-bingo Modern AU prompt O3 - Lost At War.
Didn't end up quite as clearly Modern AU as the others, but meh. Definitely not perfect since I wrote it in about 1.5 hours last night and I'm half-panicking thanks to finals, but here it is, my first ever Bumizumi work. Enjoy!
Modern AU Bingo O3 - Lost at War
The air. That’s the first thing he notices.
It’s thicker, sweeter, somehow. It’s so different from the dry, still air of the desert - like a different world. It really is a different world, he thinks, from the one that he’d been living in for two years.
(Two years trapped in that hellhole, no way to leave, no way to escape. No contact with the outside world. Two years, he’d lost to dumb decisions and a cannibal trap.
Two. Years.
How much had changed while he was gone?
Would…would the kids even recognize him? Would Izumi? Oh, spirits, he’s being an idiot. He just…he can’t wait to see them.)
His stomach growls, but he doesn’t go below to the galley and get more food. He’s not an idiot, no matter what Tenzin seems to think - Bumi is well aware he has to limit his diet until he can handle normal meals again. He doesn’t have much time to think about it, thankfully - he can see the dock now, close, so tantalizingly close.
Bumi takes a deep breath - are they there? He hopes so. Zumi had said they would be, and the kids…they sounded so excited.
He just…doesn’t want to disappoint them. (He’s being stupid, he knows. His kids…they’re kids, for La’s sake.)
Bumi can’t help but smile as the ship pulls up against the dock and the gangplank is lowered into place; they’re not the only ones out there, but he can pick them out. He could do it from a mile away.
There’s Izumi, tall and regal, hair swept back just like her mother’s with a single bun in the back. And next to her, Iroh, one hand on his little sister, keeping the nine-year-old Mizuki in one place - she’d always been a little energetic, but this is something else.
He can’t help but smile - they haven’t changed a bit.
“Papa!” Mizuki screams at the top of her lungs as he walks down the gangplank. She wrestles out of her brother’s grip and darts straight for Bumi; she nearly bowls him over. She does, actually - he’s lost a few pounds, barely a shade of himself, really.
“Papa,” she whispers into his shoulder,” you're…you’re really here, right?”
Bumi hugs her as tightly to his chest as he can - it’s been two years. Two years, he’s been dreaming of this. Of seeing his little girl again. Of making her laugh with a dumb face or a stupid joke. And now…he’s finally here.
(If he had his choice, he’d never let her go.)
“Yeah, firebug,” he whispers, blinking away tears. His heart pounds in his chest because this…it’s real. He’s really home. Finally, at last - he’s home.” I’m here, honey.”
Iroh and Izumi pull him to his feet, Mizuki clutching to his neck; he can barely support her, but for his little girl, he’ll hold on as long as he can. He tugs Iroh under his other arm, rubbing his son’s head with a fist. Iroh’s perturbed, but there’s a smile on his face and definitely no tears in his son’s eyes. (There aren’t any in Bumi’s, either. None at all.
Ah, fuck it.
He’s crying. Crying tears of joy.)
“You’re late, dad,” Iroh whispers, his face pressed into Bumi’s side.
“I know, kid,” he murmurs, kneeling to wrap his son in his other arm.” I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
“Better late than never,” Iroh jokes, voice thick and cracking.
And finally, finally, Izumi steps in close, cradles his face in her hands - soft and gentle, the best thing he’s felt in two-and-a-half long years - and Bumi can’t help but suck in his breath, close his eyes as the love of his life gently wipes the tears from his cheeks. She leans in close and presses her lips to his, hungry and desperate and so, so sweet.
“Welcome home, sailor,” Izumi finally whispers against his lips as she pulls away.
He smiles, and kisses her again. Bumi can see the flash of photography bulbs in the corner of his eye, hears the whispers and clapping and cheers. He knows there will be news reports and tabloids and pictures in the newspapers tomorrow, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a damn about them.
With his family in his arms, he can think only one thing:
It’s good to be home.
(He’ll mourn his men later. Later, when he has time to remember. When he can visit their families and give them some peace of mind.
He’ll take care of it one day. For each and every man and woman who had gone out there with him, and had never gotten the chance to come home; he won’t be able to forget them. Not as long as he lives.
For now, though, he’s home. He has children, his wife - his family.
And for Bumi, that’s all that matters.)
#@deriroga-123#bumi ii#izumi#iroh ii#mizuki#bumizumi#lok fanfic#legend of korra#atla multishipping bingo
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Favourites of Rhaena Targaryen
Elissa Farman
“The queen found her true love on Fair Isle,” Maester Smike wrote to the Citadel, “not with Androw, but with his sister, Lady Elissa.” Three years Androw’s elder, Elissa Farman shared her brother’s blue eyes and long flaxen hair, but elsewise she was as unlike him as a sibling could be. Sharp of wit and sharper of tongue, she loved horses, dogs, and hawks. She was a fine singer and a skilled archer, but her great love was sailing. “The Wind Our Steed” were the words of the Farmans of Fair Isle, who had sailed the western seas since the Dawn Age, and Lady Elissa embodied them.
Septa Maryam
The queen’s own beloved Septa Edyth arrived to assume the place of Rhaena’s much lamented Septa Maryam.
Melony Piper
As the Lannisters of Casterly Rock were still reluctant to openly espouse Prince Aegon’s cause, his adherents gathered at Pinkmaiden Castle, seat of House Piper. Jon Piper, Lord of Pinkmaiden, had pledged his sword to the prince, but it was widely believed that it was his fiery sister Melony, Rhaena’s girlhood friend, who won him to the cause.
Alayne Royce
Princess Rhaena had many a suitor as well, but unlike her brother she gave encouragement to none of them. She preferred to spend her days with her siblings, her dogs and cats, and her newest favorite, Alayne Royce, daughter to the Lord of Runestone…a plump and homely girl, but so cherished that Rhaena sometimes took her flying on the back of Dreamfyre, just as she did her brother Aegon.
Cassella Staunton
She found consolation in her ladies instead, in old friends like Samantha Stokeworth and Alayne Royce, and newer companions like her cousin Lianna Velaryon, Lord Staunton’s pretty daughter Cassella...
Samantha Stokeworth
Then Septa Maryam sickened, and Alayne Royce, and even big, boisterous Sam Stokeworth, who liked to boast that she had never been sick a day in her life.
Larissa Velaryon
Not long after, Rhaena made her first true friend in the person of her cousin Larissa Velaryon. For a time the two girls were inseparable…until Larissa was suddenly recalled to Driftmark to be wed to the second son of the Evenstar of Tarth.
Lianna Velaryon
Lianna Velaryon died even as her uncle’s galleys were pushing off from Driftmark. Maester Anselm had purged her, bled her, and covered her with ice, all to no avail. She died in Rhaena Targaryen’s arms, convulsing as the queen wept bitter tears.
#rhaena targaryen#elissa farman#house targaryen#house velaryon#asoiafedit#a song of ice and fire#fire and blood#artasoiaf series#nanshe's graphics
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The Best Films of 2020
The 15 Best Films of 2020
Normally, when I assess a full year of cinematic offerings, I consider both sides of that coin — the outstanding entities, and the least successful — but the year of our lord two thousand and twenty provided more than enough misery for all of us, I do believe. Ergo, in my own small way to bring better vibes into the universe, for this year’s round-up, I’m staying solely on the positive tip, highlighting those films whose unfortunate release date during the Year of the Hex shouldn’t preclude them for being fully appreciated. Let’s take a year off from negativity and schadenfreude, shall we, and just stroll amongst the poppies and bright sunshine of some of the best releases of the year.
15. The Invisible Man
“Leigh Whannell’s film is thoroughly modern in approach and sophistication, but the film it most reminded me of was made back in 1944. George Cukor’s Gaslight starred Charles Boyer as a loathsome husband who attempts to convince his already anxious wife (Ingrid Bergman) that she’s going insane by secretly rearranging things in their house and taking things from her so she thinks she’s always misplacing them. He preys on her emotional vulnerability in order to mask his own pathology and emotional detachment. The effect is absolutely enraging: Onscreen, he’s one of the more hateful villains ever committed to celluloid.”
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14. The Killing of Two Lovers
“From the opening sequence, with a distraught, estranged husband standing over the bed of his wife and her new boyfriend with malice in his heart, and a gun in hand, the film spirals out into incredibly well structured compositions, taking us inside and outside of David’s recurring psychosis, utilizing a bevy of techniques: The framing shrinks down around him, the sound gets muffled, as if underwater, save for the incredibly unnerving metallic sound of cables being stretched taut, and the sickening kathunk of a heavy car door slamming shut.”
Capsule Review
13. Another Round
“Typically, Vinterberg avoids simple conclusions — and God help us all if this film gets picked up by a U.S. studio and remade with, say, Vince Vaughn, Kevin James, Steve Buscemi, and Chris Rock — providing more or less equal examples of the delirious fun drinking with your friends can be (the film opens with a group of high schoolers gleefully doing “lake races” whereby teams compete to drink a case of beer while running around the nearby body of water; and closes with the same teen crew, and some of their teachers, whooping it up in celebrating their graduation); and the horrorshow it can become (one teacher ends up peeing the bed, and on his wife in the process, another wakes up bloodied and out of it in front of his neighbor’s house), leading to very real and horrible consequences.”
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12. Soul
“Co-director Pete Docter is the creative force behind many of Pixar's best titles, having a hand in the Toy Story franchise, WALL-E, Up, and also directing Inside Out, a brilliantly moving treatise on the subject of emotional upheaval. This film, which he co-wrote and made along with fellow co-director Kemp Powers, is his first film back at the helm since that high-water mark, and he has again dug into the fertile earth of our mortality and come back with a particularly vibrant crop.”
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11. The Burnt Orange Heresy
“Based on the novel by Charles Willeford, the film briskly moves through its paces, clouding the waters with the schemes of duplicitous men, who have sold out any love of art for their greater obsession of cash and prestige. A literary thriller in the vein of The Talented Mr. Ripley, it’s become a genre all too rare in the era of blockbuster bravado. This film will remind you what a mistake that is.”
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10. Lovers Rock
“In the course of the party, the fuses blow while the house DJ is spinning Janet Kay's "Silly Games," a fan favorite at the time. Undaunted, the guests continue dancing away, singing the lyrics a capella in delirious unison, as McQueen's camera swirls around the living room as if nothing happened. Such a heartfelt moment of unbridled togetherness, putting into distinct bas relief the sense of community we've been denied as a species in 2020, feels like a benediction, an epitaph for the year, and a salve for what we've all been so desperately missing.”
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9. Time
“Ostensibly, it’s about the strain of incarceration on even the most grounded of families (an experience naturally disproportionate for POCs); but, on a deeper level, it’s also about the manner of our use of the limited number of revolutions we get to enjoy situated on this earth. It is a profound knock-out.”
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8. New Order
“Meet the new boss, only in Michel Franco’s damning portrait of a society locked forever in cycles of oppression, revolution, and new oppression, it makes no difference who you are, what your belief system is, or whether or not you subscribe to a moral set of ethics.”
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7. Dick Johnson is Dead
“Utilizing stunt people and special effects, Johnson kills her father off a number of different gruesome ways, as a means of softening the blow of actually losing him as his mind slowly slips away. This eventually culminates in a final gambit, both acutely painful and deeply moving, in which our sense of things gets seriously upended. As Johnson put it during the post-screening Q&A, the film serves as a “doomed experiment trying to keep my father alive forever.” This film won’t make him immortal, alas, but it does make him indelible.”
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6. Martin Eden
“Marcello packs the film with offbeat bits and pieces of other films, including strips of what appear to be vintage home movies, sometimes in juxtaposition to what Martin is feeling — a group of kids swinging wildly from the bar of a fence, to a full galley ship taking in water and suddenly sinking like an iron ingot – which adds a more winsome, timeless element to the narrative. It’s clearly set in the past, but avoids being too dependent on that particular sense of place and time. Martin is a young man, at first, just coming into himself, and the actions he takes, what he goes through, the film seems to suggest, would be similar in any age.”
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5. Minari
“The film is certainly charming, but that’s not to diminish its straightforward approach to its characters’ plight. It doesn’t shy away from their difficulties, and as a result, it doesn’t cheat towards smarmy emotional closure.”
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4. Collective
“The breath of hope in the film, when the inept Minister of Health resigns, leading to the placing of a new, emboldened director who works quickly to clean the quagmire left by his predecessors, is just as quickly expelled after the next round of elections, in which the Social Democrat party — the very ones in charge of this catastrophe in the first place — gets re-elected with an even greater majority than what they had before. A perfect reflection of what happens when a government is allowed to exist without any meaningful oversight, other than from a bedraggled press and a disenchanted electorate.”
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3. First Cow
“Reichardt, a naturalist at heart, is not known much as a humorist, but there is a lightness to her screenplay -- co-written by Jonathan Raymond, her frequent collaborator, who wrote the original novel upon which its based -- that keeps it as sweetly airy as one of Cookie's fried confections. The two friends are so out of step with their surroundings -- the party of men Cookie initially travels with are little more than brutish thugs, and the fort upon which they end up is no better -- they almost had to find each other. They are reunited in the local bar of the fort only because literally every other patron runs out to egg on a brawl between two loutish combatants.”
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2. Never Rarely Sometimes Always
“Hittman’s eye for detail and emotional complexity — her characters can rarely articulate anything they’re experiencing — is incredibly acute, and she pulls tremendously understated performances out of her two leads.”
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1. Nomadland
“Perhaps no American director since Terrance Malick has made more of the collapsing light of dusk and twilight than Chloe Zhao. Much of her new film, which stars Frances McDormand as a transigent woman (“not homeless, houseless”), who traverses back and forth across the west in her beat up live-in van, doing seasonal work, takes place in that particular kind of vibrant half-darkness that shrouds the desert and its mountains with a magic kind of mystery.”
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Other Worthy Mentions: 7500; Assassins; Bacurau; Beanpole; Beginning; Black Bear; Bloody Nose Empty Pockets; Boys State; Come Play; Emma; Gunda; His House; Horse Girl; I Am Greta; Jacinta; La Llorona; Let Him Go; Limbo; Mangrove; Mayor; MLK/FBI; One Night in Miami…; Palm Springs; Possessor Uncut; Red, White & Blue; Relic; She Dies Tomorrow; Shirley; Shithouse; Shiva Baby; Some Kind of Heaven; Spring Blossom; Swallow; Tenet; The Dissident; The Invisible Man; The Nest; Sound of Metal; The Vast of Night; The Viewing Booth; The Way I See It; Vitalina Varella; Welcome to Chechnya
Inexplicably Underrated: 7500; Shithouse
Biggest Welcome Surprise(s): The Vast of Night; His House; She Dies Tomorrow
The Best Two Films I Saw This Year, Period: Satantango (1994); Harlan County, USA (1976)
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Can I request some Iceburg headcanons? Him falling for a girl that Tom hired to help with detailed work and they stayed close friends after the job/ started crushing on ber? Thank you!
Hi there! Thanks for waiting on this one; I've never written for Iceburg before and got hit with some major writer's block when I sat down to write this, but I hope you enjoy what I did manage to come up with! 😊
⛵ Iceburg finds her detail work amazing, and finds it relaxing to watch her work
⛵ It’s a great excuse to spend time with her without it being suspicious
⛵ After the events with Tom, when Iceburg begins building the Galley-La company, he asks her to join him
⛵ For the detail work, of course. No other reason. Nope.
⛵ He’s taken many days off to go see her, which results in a lot of cancelled meetings and flustered secretaries
⛵ He’s not very subtle, but she enjoys his company, and if he happens to give her the day off too, so be it
⛵ They’re often seen walking through Water 7 together, and most of the citizens already think of them as a couple long before either one actually confesses
⛵ Most don’t say anything, content to watch and gush over the two from the sidelines
⛵ Kokoro, however, teases Iceburg every chance she gets, and it’s probably during a visit with her that his feelings finally get brought up and he’s kinda forced to confess
⛵ Being a grown man he doesn’t get real flustered over it, and manages with only a slight blush on his cheeks, only to break into a grin when she returns his feelings
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