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doctorgerth · 1 year

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a/n: This one was so much fun to write!! Mihawk is always daunting to write for at first, but I always end up having fun and am usually pretty happy with the results when it comes to him. Want to know if Mihawk gets a smooch? Read on to find out! 🥰

pairing: Mihawk x GN!Reader

word count: 1.4k

candy heart prompt: True Love - Something on their/your lips

MIHAWK + TRUE LOVE

It was the first beautiful day Kuraigana had experienced in quite some time.

The thick fog that perpetually decorated the war-torn land was lifted, and the clouds above were broken enough to allow rays of warm, unfiltered sunshine illuminate the hidden beauty of the gloomy island.The lush greenery and produce the three of you had worked so hard to maintain practically sang in the light of the sun. Leaves glistened with dew, some reaching toward the rare blessing of light as if to grab it and hold onto it. It was a perfect day for farming.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” you sighed happily, stretching your arms out above you. Mihawk grinned from beside you, but you were too busy basking in the comforting warmth to notice.

“It is rather…bright,” Perona stated as she gripped her umbrella tighter.

Mihawk thought quietly to himself, determining that Perona’s discomfort might work to his advantage for once, “Perona, how about you go back to the castle and prepare some snacks. The weather is nice, maybe we can have a picnic.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when you smiled widely in his direction, your head nodding enthusiastically.

“Don’t order me around!” She huffed, though a reprieve from the too-bright sun sounded ideal. She turned the other direction and floated towards the castle.

“Oh, and don’t forget to pack something for the humandrills!” you called out to her.

“What am I, everyone’s servant?” She stomped her foot in annoyance and puffed out her cheeks, “I’m too cute to be bossed around like this…”

When Perona was out of sight, you laughed to yourself, “She’s particularly moody today.”

Mihawk hummed beside you as he dropped some seeds into the earth, “And it’s only going to get worse.” He used a hand shovel to gently pat the dirt back over the seeds.

You peered over at him, “What do you mean?”

He laid the shovel down beside him and wiped his gloves along his dirt-stained pants. Retrieving a folded up newspaper page from his back pocket, he handed it over to you. Your eyes scanned the paper, the bold title Gecko Moria Alive! caught your eyes instantly. It was a strange sensation. You had no ties to Moria aside from his pink-haired subordinate, but still, for Perona’s sake, you felt warm tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh, Mihawk, she’s going to be so happy,” you said in a hushed whisper, though Perona was hardly in earshot, “And also really angry that you haven’t told her sooner. This newspaper is from three days ago.”

He chuckled, “I know.”

You felt a pang in your chest, “I suppose that’s another chick leaving the nest.” You were still recovering from Zoro’s departure and now Perona was soon to follow. You’d grown quite accustomed to your family you shared in the last two years. Though two years wasn’t a very long time comparatively, it felt like it’s always been the four of you.

“It’s for the best,” he replied, “Danger is coming.”

You stiffened, “You don’t mean…?”

“I believe the Reverie attendants are going to vote in favor of the abolishment of the Warlords. That means Marines will be surrounding this place very soon,” he sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want Perona to get in harm's way for something that doesn’t involve her.”

You smiled in his direction, “You’re a kind man, Dracule Mihawk.” The tightness in your chest was easily replaced with gentle thumping. If anyone else were to refer to him as kind, he’d scoff in their direction. Hearing it from you, he felt a familiar heat creep up his neck.

Much like Zoro and Perona, Mihawk just ended up being stuck with you a few years ago. He warily offered his hospitality, but miraculously, it didn’t take long for Mihawk to warm up to you. When you proved yourself to him, you became the unofficial first mate to his unofficial crew. Though, with your time together on Kuraigana, you hardly acted as Captain and Crewmate. You tended the land together, sought peace with the humandrills together, and lived your day to day lives in the castle of Kuraigana together. Waking, working, and wasting the days away together. You weren’t sure what you were to Mihawk, but it definitely felt different than a mere subordinate.

“I suppose it’ll just be us again, then.” The thought of it going back to just the two of you simultaneously excited and saddened you. Mihawk looked over to you. He didn’t utter a single word, just stared. Though you’d assumed you’d be used to the intensity of his hawk-like eyes, they still had a way of making you feel embarrassingly shy. You absentmindedly wiped at the sweat forming on your upper lip. The sun was beginning to burn.

Just the two of you. Mihawk always loved the sound of that. Though he’d enjoyed his time training Zoro and cooking with Perona, he often thought fondly of when it was just the two of you. Why then did it make him so nervous to return to that? The dab of soil on your upper lip caught his attention and stole his thoughts.

You had mistaken his silent staring as a denial to your statement, “Unless you intend to send me away with Perona?” Your throat suddenly constricted. Surely he didn’t mean that. “Mihawk, I know things are about to get intense, but I promise I can protect myself and will help you with whatever you need. Just don’t…”

You stopped your sentence when Mihawk shifted beside you to turn and face you. His right hand reached up to your face and you waited with bated breath as you were unable to process what was happening. Mihawk’s never touched you like that before. You gasped when his finger swiped across your upper lip. Holy shit, he was going to kiss you. You instinctively closed your eyes and sighed against his finger, awaiting his lips to meet yours. A cool, empty breeze brushed against them instead.

“I’m sorry. You had dirt on your lip,” he said simply.

How embarrassing. You felt unbelievably hot under the small pockets of sunshine now, “Right, of course. Thank you.”

You wanted to leave his hold, leave the garden, leave the whole entire island, but Mihawk held you firmly; his left hand mirroring his right as they both caressed your face gently, “I’m not going to send you away, (Y/N). I want you by my side.” His face lowered to yours, noses brushing. The words he spoke stole your breath from your parted lips, “Stay with me as long as you wish.”

“Mihawk…” you managed to huff out. His name on your lips, so unfamiliar in this low tone — he could drink it right up. How long has he been holding himself back from falling completely into you?

“Say it, please,” he murmured. The movement of his lips caused them to bump against yours. A tease of a kiss, “Say you’ll stay with me.”

“Mihawk,” you whimpered once more. You weren’t sure you’d be able to say anything else. Not when his intoxicating warmth and tender embrace was robbing you of air. But, you wanted him to know how you felt. How you’ve always felt since joining his side, “I want to be with you forever.”

Your confession was the gravitational pull to at last close the distance between the two of you. His lips slotted against yours with promise, a silent oath to stay with you and protect you for however long you’d want him to. Your skin no longer burned, instead kissed by sunlight as his lips rained down on you, moving with yours as if he’s planned this moment out for years. In truth, he wished he’d done so much sooner.

You pulled away for air, but Mihawk wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. His lips tickled against your tender pulse line as he continued his kisses along your neck, pulling you tightly into him by your waist. He muttered confessions in-between kisses. How long he’s wanted you. How long he’s loved you. How long he’ll continue to want you. How long he’ll continue to love you. Forever, forever, forever. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back up to your aching lips to let him know you reciprocated his devotion. Years of unchecked desire was evident in the urgency of your shared kisses, spilling forth like an endless fountain as you lost all sense of time against each other’s lips. Nothing would hold either of you back now.

Perona rounded a corner and caught sight of the two of you embracing each other. She silently gagged, but decided to leave the both of you to your moment. The sun was a little too bright for her anyhow. As she turned and floated away, a smile stretched along her face. She always thought the two of you would be cute together.

a/n: Hate to see him go, but love to see him kissed 💋 We unfortunately say goodbye to Mihawk for this event, but I have a feeling we’ll see him around in the future. 🤭 Thanks for reading!!

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i-am-vita · 3 months

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A Diversion Dance

A Mihawk x FemReaderOc Shortfic

👉 My Masterlist

Based on my OPLA older guysxfemreader headcanons and this inspiration right here.

It just took a month and a half but it's finally done... the first part. Writing directly in a second language is not helping.

Summary: One year ago, you came out of semi-retirement to help the Phantom Pirates infiltrate the Hacienda of a famous Wine Producer during a party to recover and destroy some information. But you had to resort to some last minute diversions to maintain certain Warlord from a business meeting at the office being robbed by your crew.

Warnings: SFW but sexy, some swearing (I managed to not used fuck that much). Use of You not y/n. Female Oc. Still probably Bad English. Consistent Time Tenses who?

Expect: White collar robbery, falling while dancing, over the top improvised dance choreography, Cinderella trope but with smooches and eventual fighting, she's falling first (and in denial) but he'll fall harder, Mask of Zorro aesthetic.

1 year ago...

The probability of a Warlord walking to any ball, specially one in honor of the local Marine Base, was low but never zero.

Especially when you knew there was a Warlord’s meeting that day somewhere else, far away enough.

Unless of course that warlord was Dracule Mihawk whom you'd soon learn never assisted to those meetings but of fucking course would assist to a party hosted by the most famous wine producer in the Grand Line. The same wine producer who was being used by some associates as a cover for intel dealings regarding the Revolutionaries secret bases. The intel your Captain was handsomely paid to acquire and destroy. The same wine producer Mihawk was so interested to strike a deal regarding a cargo of their wines to be shipped to his residence.

You hated to do diversions but there was really no other option. Your two crewmates experts in it were already working on their own targets.

Meg having the two high officers most dangerous for the mission eating from her hand thanks to her perfumes that none of them would notice a stampede in the middle of the ballroom.

Meanwhile, Raoul had just disappeared with the party's Host to a little rendezvous in his office where he would confirm their intel of the layout of the place and hide the Den Den Mushi Transmitter which will deactivate the security on the windows so your infiltrators could get inside and steal the information from the concealed drawer in the desk and other goods.

Normally it would be you leading the infiltrating team but then Carlotta, dressed as a maid, almost shouted through her Den Den Mushi Comm of HIM having just entered the hall.

And now only one decision was there to make: the red or the black dress?

"Apologies, Warlord, my boss is currently setting up some business in his office with another... interested party." Your maid-crewmate heard the Butler explain nervously. "But of course we'll escort you to his presence as soon as he's finished. Meanwhile you're very welcome to the party. There're samples of our best harvests for you to try."

Well, fuck.

That would undo all your timing and ruin the entire operation. Who knows when you will have another opportunity to infiltrate the Hacienda this easily.

Your crew is so efficient and low profile that the Marine have connected you to just a handful of the real amount of your thieveries through the years. You were sure if the World Gobernment realize how much fuck up they really were thanks to the Phantom Pirates, your bounties'd be thripled.

And neither of you wanted that.

So the red dress it was.

Mihawk will never admit it to you until years later, but he saw you the moment you set foot in the ballroom. The daring color of your dress a startling contrast with the white of the marine officers and the most tamed and proper colors of the other guests, like a drop of blood over fresh snow. The asymmetrical cut of the skirt allowed the view of a long shapely leg encased in black stocking but not up enough to show its laces. Your face partially obscured by a lace half mask over your eyes and cheekbones like most of the guests.

He averted his gaze before you had the opportunity to make eye contact with him. Giving back his attention to the sommelier who was currently presenting him a collection of sweet wines the Warlord didn’t ask for (and boring him to hell) but still followed your path with the corner of his eye. Several gentlemen being equally ensnared by your entrance and trying to draw your attention or get a dance.

But you were set to one objective: lure Dracule Mihawk enough time for your team to break in and out of the office as soon as Raoul gave them the signal after the Host returned to the party.

Fuck, you really hated diversions.

Mostly because it implied being VERY close to certain unsavory or immoral characters that you'd rather cut their throat than make polite conversation.

Although, if there was a time for you to finally have to divert someone, there were worse options than the infamous Dracule Mihawk.

Your crew tends to keep his distance from the Warlords as the Phantom Pirates, your captain preferring to maintain any contact with the World Government and its associates through his real identity as a noble.

But thanks to Shanks, you may know a thing or two about the World’s Best Swordsman.

He’s a somber son of a gun. Gettin’ a smile out of that guy is like pulling out teeth. It’s all that stuffy dry red wine he likes. He’d totally like you! You two would hit it off!

How would you pull that off? You have no idea but if the Redhead wasn't right about his former rival, you were going to scrag him the next time you see him.

The Warlord certainly has the look of someone who you wouldn’t mind being approached by. His old bounty posters failed to state the real air of elegance he exudes, even from afar. His clothes, while stylish, didn’t seem appropriate for an up class ball. An open white ruffle shirt that showed off his muscled chest almost as much as if he weren’t wearing it, a golden cross pendant glowing in the candle lights. Black pants tucked in pristine tall black boots. His signature hat and coat were missing but a dark long cape hung from his shoulders embracing his figure in more darkness. Not helping with his look of power and danger. Certainly the great sword at his back added to it, the most famous Yoru. Does he ever take it off?

You arrived at the bar with as much nonchalance as you were capable and was immediately invited by the sommelier to have some of their product, who seemed to be so much into his exposition of sweet reds to not notice the growing irritation of his patron.

"Madam, would you care for a taste of our Starlight Night. The passing of a comet that year gave us a unique harvest like never before." And proceed to explain to you the importance of the stars’ position while harvesting. You like wine as much as the next person but your knowledge was limited to the type you liked and disliked. The man didn’t even bother to ask your preference and all his verbiage was making you a little edgy.

You have a job to do and this newbie was getting on your nerves, not to mention Mihawk looked like walking away any second, glass of his preferred wine be damned. You smiled broadly and gave an exaggerated gesture with a shoulder that you knew enhanced the line of your neck.

"Ohh, how thoughtful, sir. We've heard wonders of this exact method." You said with fake affectation accepting the glass. "Perhaps you'll be so kind as to explain it to my colleagues." You pointed to a group of guests at the other side of the ballroom.

The employee didn't take long to follow your suggestion and left with a trail of glasses and bottle for his next marketing victim.

With the useless fool finally out of his sight (really, what was doing such an amateur attending potential customers?), he took one of the bottles whose label convinced him the most and served himself a glass to finally have a taste of dryness and spices in his tongue to try to get rid of the bitterness of having to wait in this forsaken party of social climbers.

A loud sight from you got him out of his musings.

"I hate nothing more than an overseller.” You tested giving a side glance to the Warlord. “If their product is that good they wouldn't need such storytelling, would they?"

That got you Dracule's attention who turned his golden gaze towards you and raised an eyebrow. You could feel a not so unpleasant chill down your back at his intensity.

"Clever technique. I was considering just cutting the fool in half to shut him up." You couldn't hide a smirk at his dry humor, although unclear if it was a joke at all.

You took a sip of the dark liquid in your glass, getting a taste of unexpected sweetness, fruity and floral flavors.

"Well, our mutual wasn't as full of shit as I thought." You mentioned giving another sip to the sweet wine. By the Warlord's expression, you knew he totally differed. "Not keen on sweet wine, are you, my Lord?"

He gave you a little smirk and a side glance. You took another sip in defiance.

"I'm keen on red wine not berries juice."

This time you did have to control yourself to not let out a laugh and spit the wine still in your mouth, it coming out as a very undignified snort. You gave the man a playful killing glare over your glass that had the effect of widen his smirk.

Ha! Take that, Redhead!

Mihawk was feeling... surprisingly amused by this little interaction.

The amount of people capable of holding his gaze, let alone daring to joke with him was less than the fingers of one hand. Still, he could recognize an attempt at seduction no matter how subtle but the even fewer women who dared to approach him usually played a more submissive role.

He liked your boldness.

And the fact you look exactly like his type of woman with perfect golden tan skin, long legs and curvaceous figure… A shame he has no time for a rendezvous tonight, eager to get his business done and go on his merry way away from this Marine reeking party.

"So... What brings a man of your notoriety to this gathering, my Lord. Certainly not the honorable guests or the sparkling conversations." You said pointing with your head to the surrounding Marines who gave distasteful looks at his direction between murmurs and sips of wine.

Another raised eyebrow and what you hoped was an interested stare. So you did know about his status and reputation and yet were completely unafraid of approaching him.

"Only business. I wasn't aware of this little gathering." He said pointing at the ballroom with distaste in his voice. "Not my favorite type of... companionship. Although, the conversation may be... improving. Even if you have an abysmal taste in wine, my Lady."

Well, you didn't completely suck at this, you thought while still siping the sweet red with a challenging smirk of your own.

With the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of Raoul coming inside the room, the Host mere steps behind with his Butler whispering in his ear. Your eyes found those of your maid-disguised crewmate, Carlotta, who gave you a small nod.

The clock was running from now on.

Several couples had just started to dance to the new song of the orchestra when you were hit by a burst of inspiration.

"May I have this dance, my Lord. Kill some time before your business meeting?"

You know you’re not the best at small talk and pretending attraction for someone but you love to dance… and you’d rather not think of the small pull you felt towards the Warlord as attraction at all.

"... Why not?" He answered by raising his hand in an inviting gesture. You couldn’t hide a small smile of relief and parted with your glass of wine to reciprocate his gesture.

Mihawk seized the moment to take your hand towards his mouth to place a light kiss. His yellow irises catched a small flush on your cheeks and an intake of air through your half parted lips.

He guided you to the dancefloor into a perfect waltz stance before leading you through it with long strides and wide swirls following the lively tempo created by the strings of guitars and mandolins.

The familiar dance steps lured you into a comfort state. It took you a few seconds to realize how was it possible, being in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the world and any misstep in this heist potentially leading to a catastrophe to your crew, until it dawned on you.

Dracule Mihawk was an excellent dancer.

It wasn’t just the proper following of the steps but his gracefulness and fluidity and how he guided your body through it like an extension of his own.

What kind of swordsman would I be if I didn’t have perfect stance and footing? A memory came from so far away. Of the intense dark eyes of another man deep in your past, of that first time you set foot in a ballroom. How much you despised the process of it all until that young gentleman asked for your first dance…

"Something on your mind, my Lady?" Mihawk’s voice brought you back to the present and to the intensity of his own golden eyes.

"Apologies, my Lord, my mind wandered for a second."

"Oh? To whom may I ask?"

"Jealous, Lord Dracule?" You teased smirking playfully. You were aware you couldn't just lie to his face. One didn't come as high as him by taking any bullshit. So half truths it was. "Just... I was thinking how much I missed certain things in this life. I can go without all the pomp and small talk of these gatherings but I did miss... this."

Mihawk didn't expect such a candid answer. He could tell by the subtle change in your voice that your yearning was sincere.

"This...?"

"A good dance partner..." The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the lurking danger, your traitorous mind offered while starting to get lost in the eyes of one of the most powerful men in all the Blues.

"Have you been apart from this life for a while?"

"Certain responsibilities have kept me away from... indulging these past years. This is an extraordinary occasion."

"Extraordinary indeed..."

Who were you? He wondered while resisting the desire to bring you nearer to him and inhale that subtle fruity and flowery scent from your hair, much like that awful sweet wine you seemed so fond of. Certainly not a debutante seeking a match. Your beauty more akin to full maturity, probably closer to his own age.

Nor a widow, especially those of the upper class who tended to show off more of their riches on their bodies yet you were mostly unadorned save for a modest dark lace with a rose pendant on your neck. The same dark lace that adorned more than hid the upper half of your face. No earrings or bracelets. Although, were those steel rings on each of your middle fingers? Not gold or silver.

Or were you one of those unattached women who seek the protection of powerful men? No, you had mentioned certain responsibilities keeping you from indulging. The fact you have forgone gloves was telling. Your hands, while elegant, weren’t those of an upper class lady, with short and practical manicured nails, skin lightly calloused in certain places more akin to someone who worked with certain instruments. A business woman looking for some distraction?

Whatever of the above, at this stage most women were already trying their best tricks to lure him. Eyelash shakes, sultry smiles, casual intimate touches. Mostly pathetic and boring. Or were you so sure of your beauty to take this more neutral stance and wait until your natural allure and witt worked on him?

And then getting lost in your thoughts in the middle of dancing after being the one to ask him. Was what you said all you were looking for? A good dance partner or a dance partner?

Certainly he was so full of himself as to feel a little insulted that the first woman who caught his eye in years wasn’t actively seducing him by now even if he had no intention of letting himself be seduced that night and would walk away after this little distraction.

The waltz came to its end with both of you maintaining a proper pose and distance despite the intensity of his stare awakening a desire for nearness. The couples undid their poses to applaud the orchestra, giving you a moment to break contact with the deep golden gaze of the Warlord to collect yourself.

Over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw Raoul making a circular move with his hand, signing you to keep going.

You noticed the Warlord's eyes scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for the Butler who would take him to his meeting at the office currently being robbed by your crewmates.

Time for the big guns.

"Would you care to try something more... robust, my Lord?"

That had the power to hold Mihawk's attention back to you. That spark of challenge in your eyes again. He had seen that same spark in many others who sought to duel with him.

So intriguing.

"Do you feel an equal to the task, my Lady?"

You gave him a wink and signal for a maid who approached you, whispered something to her and sent her to the small orchestra near the corner.

You guided Dracule to the center of the emptying dance floor, your arm extended to his with only your hands touching... until the first strings of guitar and brass wind instruments started.

Mihawk took your hand with firmness and drew you to his body. You let him guide you into a dip over his arm and then the other but then raised yourself meeting him face to face in defiance. Both started to dance around without looking away from each other's eyes, arms intertwining and departing, following the lively rhythm of the strings like swords in a battle.

His right hand finally caught yours and led you gracefully in a series of spins, making your dress flutter around your legs, before pulling you towards him until being face to face again. Your lips almost gracing. You tilt your head backward feeling Mihawk’s breath making a path to your neck and dangerously close to your cleavage.

That single motion had the power to leave you more breathless than the intense performance.

You back away playfully, arms raised as if in denial of his advance. Mihawk smiled despite himself, eager to bring you back to himself by trying some footing to approach you and catch your waist but you avoided him with a poise and grace he had yet to see in most swordsmen that had dared to duel him.

The dramatic twirl half undid your updo and left your back to him. You gave him a daring look over your shoulder between locks of dark wavy hair, arms extended as in invitation that he took by taking you again in his arms, your back to his chest, and sweeping with you across the dance floor. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours through the back opening of your dress along with the cold of the golden pendant.

He stopped a moment to guide your hand to his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, while his other hand wandered to your abdomen and just below your breasts, tightening his embrace and grazing his lips on your neck for a small second before a last crescendo of the music made you twirl away from him, like running from his attention towards you. But the Warlord was relentless in his pursuit, catching your hand and pulling you fiercely back to him, the momentum making you lift your leg around his waist where he took it to bring you even closer to him. The asymmetrical cut of your skirt allowed him to feel the texture of your stocking. His wide palm traced a path from your knee up to your tight. Almost grazing the satchel hiding your short dagger and small assortment of knives still hide under the fabric.

His free hand traveled to your waist leading your body in a low dip with the last strings of the song. You hold to his broad shoulders, one of your hands tangled in his dark curls guiding his bowed head up your abdomen, over your breasts and neck, lips mouthing the rose pendant in his wander, to almost touch his lips with yours as he lifted you back.

For a wild second, Mihawk considered taking your lips with his own, eager to know if they taste as sweet as the red you sampled. The sound of applause brought him out of his reverie, reminding him of his stubbornness of not letting himself be seduced that night, not matter his own pursuit of you during your enthralling dance. His sharp eyes focused on your glazed gaze, like you were waking up from a dream. He wondered if that would be your sight after rapture. Your eyes cleared after a second, opening in surprise as you were just aware of the position you had ended.

The sound of a clearing throat broke the moment.

"Ejem... Warlord, we've been looking for you. I was told you were interested in a purchase. Should we discuss it at my office?" Spoke a gentleman whom you recognized as the Host of the ball.

No fucking way!

"Of course." Mihawk answered, letting you go gently until you recovered your footing and finally breaking your eye contact to turn around to the newcomer. "In a moment."

Your eyes found the panicked sight of Carlotta shaking her head.

You still needed more time!

"Can't I convince you to extend your stay, my lord?” You asked, hoping not to sound as out of breath as you felt for what you were suggesting. “Surely, any other affair can wait until the morning..."

The hawk-like golden eyes of the swordsman wandered back to you and over your form, from the half undone updo, the free locks of hair falling in waves framing your slightly flushed face, to your red lips parted like begging to be kissed. Have you finally decided you want a partner for another kind of dance? You looked like temptation incarnated for him but it had been a time since he had let himself be distracted by temptations, no matter how captivating.

"Not today, my lady." He took your hand to his lips in a goodbye kiss that had no business being so sensual.

You'll lie to yourself all you wanted for the next year, but the idea of bringing that same hand to his cheek to draw his face to an actual kiss so you could steal his gold cross came after. In that moment you were desperate to scratch just one more second with him and taking a taste of his lips didn’t sound as bad as ten minutes ago.

You immediately felt his lips moving against yours and his hands at your hips drawing you to him. Your breasts pressed against his strong torso when you felt the cross and the idea hit your mind. You sneak your hand behind his neck to undo the clasp of the necklace in a swift movement, disguising it as a caress to his hairline and playing with the short curls there. Your other hand roamed his chest to collect the valuable item, being able to feel his warm skin and the defined muscles twitching under your fingers.

You were barely pulling apart when his lips started leaving a trail of kisses to your cheek and your neck. One of his hands moving up your back to the cutout of your dress to caress the skin there, the other getting tangled in your hair. You were unable to hold a small moan that had you almost dropping the gold cross but managed to hold onto it and hide it between the folds of your dress.

Mihawk had thought you bold before but daring to steal a kiss from him was a level not an individual had ever ventured. Your lips did taste of the sweet red wine from before, but infinitely better. And why on all the Blues was he resisting you? He wondered while inhaling the sweet scent of flowers and fruits in your hair. Whatever foul mood that plagued him upon entering this residence had melted away upon your first approach to him.

He was about to just whisper in your ear to fuck with his business and take you to his ship when another throat clearing was heard. With a hand still caressing your back, Mihawk turned to the Host, ready to dismiss the man until the next morning.

Before being able to express his change of plans, the Warlord felt two things at the same time. Or more like the absence of them. Your skin under his hand and the familiar weight of his heavy pendant hanging from his neck.

Dracule Mihawk turned around just to see you disappear through the doors leading outside… in such a swift movement almost invisible to the naked eye and just possible by an expert haki user.

You moved as fast as you could to the wide opening that led to the vineyards without drawing as much attention as you already had. You passed near a stunned Carlotta and murmured your only-emergency word.

“Cauliflower.”

Which was code for “don’t wait for me and get the hell out”. Last time you had to resort to it was 10 years ago and ended with a bounty poster with the byname “The Ghost Rose”. No image but the drawing of the rose carved knife you left behind.

This time, with a Warlord of the Seas after your trail you may have no such luck. Your only hope was being as fast as your abilities allow you.

Part 2 soon.

Kudos to those who get the cauliflower reference.

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bas-writes · 10 months

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Hey hey Bas \o/ Ahhhh <3 Smooching - I love smooching! I might make too many requests if this goes on for a while XD But! 12 please with Ace >.> Maybe trying to hide from the other brothers, or whatever strikes your fancy ^_^ ♥ Thank you =3

The Kiss Is Out Of The Bag

Character: Ace Reader: gender neutral (ambiguous body and presentation, they/them pronouns used in dialogues) CW: wound on reader & medical procedures (including mentions of injections), mentions of blood Word count: 965 Prompt: Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. A/N: Ah, Quin, welcome and thank you so much for this request! It's such a sweet prompt, especially in a combo with Ace, a great start for me, even with my currently rusty style 🤭 Please, feel welcomed to submit more, if you want!

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“You should be more careful with them.” The wrinkle between Marco’s eyebrows grows. “Not everyone has your endurance.”

The left side of your face pricks with dull pain. The sensation is not strong, more irritating than bothering, but the bleeding—as it is with a cut on the brow ridge—hasn’t ceased with your amateur first aid. Now, you only wish no stitches are going to be needed. That would be an awful finish of a romantic-to-be day.

“Well, I have—” Ace crosses arms on chest—and cuts mid-sentence under the weight of the doctor's gaze. “Alright, alright. I tried. Not like a sparring would never end without a bruise or two.”

Of course, he couldn’t straight up confess you’ve earned the cut because of a tad too enthusiastic make out. Aside from your decision to keep your still fresh relationship on the secret side, admitting you hit your head against the door frame as Ace was kissing you and herding you towards the bed… Just thinking about it has you nearly squirming. Marco is one of the more level-headed among the men around, but you know he wouldn’t let it slip past his ears, if he learnt all the spicy details.

At least now, he’s more focused on cleaning your wound. You share a quick glance with Ace; with Marco’s attention all absorbed, he lets himself slip past the mask. Be it because of guilt, worry, or the ting of jealousy—his face is all scrunched up and pouting, his arms crossed tight, enough for his skin to change shade where his fingers dig into skin. A moment ago, the same arms cradled you close to his chest, panicked and ashamed as he carried you, stunned by the impact and sudden blood loss, to Marco’s private cabin. The wound hasn’t been worth the commotions, now thinking about it, but his nerves don’t ease. Smiling as gently as you can, you show Ace a thumb up—just to hiss in pain almost at the same time as Marco got to disinfecting the cut.

Ace jolts forwards, at the very last moment remembering he should play the role of a concerned crewmate, not the crazy with worry boyfriend. The little trip over feet doesn’t slip past Marco’s attention; Ace can’t see his face, but you clearly spot a little smirk and the characteristic gleam in his eyes.

Oh. Could have he—

“What, there’s something wrong with you too, yoi?” Dabbing the alcohol-soaked swab against your brow, Marco pierces you with gaze. The question was for Ace but you’re the one studied; if you sent any more warning glances to your partner, shook your head, whatever really, it would be all over.

So, you keep your face as blank as possible. Ace lets out a grumpy hum, of all blind turns setting on silence.

Marco is fast. Soon, your head is all bandaged and the tools cleaned. Once nicely treated, your wound doesn’t bleed as badly, and only an ugly stain on your shirt reminds of the past panic.

“Alright, now only a jab, and you’re free—” Marco opens the drawer next to your seat, scrunches and sighs with a barely tamed laughter. “Of course. That’s my room. Sorry, need to grab something from the infirmary yoi.”

“What jab?” As soon as the door closes behind the doctor, Ace jumps to your side, his big, warm hands already roaming along your back and guiding you into his embrace.

“Tetanus?” You accept the eager invitation and lean against him, careful to not move the bandages. “You told him you hit the deck with me.”

“Right. Riiight.” He starts guiding you for a kiss before eyeing the exit with suspicion. “Hey. How long do you think he’s gonna be gone?”

“Why—”

“I really wanna smooch you but if he walks on us, the whole play goes for nothing.”

Eyes frantically scanning around the cabin, Ace finally spots a corner more isolated than the others and pulls you towards it so enthusiastically you feel strain in your shoulder. What was created a walk-in-closet for an officer, Marco turned into a mini, more private study you realize as Ace guides you in, this time giving a wide berth to all frames. He slots you against the desk, the angle and height level between you perfect for a quick attack.

His lips are a little dry, ticklish as they move against yours far more gently than his enthusiasm called for. You like this meek and sweet side of his, showing whenever you get closer: this unexpected shyness and submission, the, even if for a moment only, selfless act of giving all the reins away to you. You pull him closer, fingers tangled in his soft hair, let him melt with relief in your arms until his embrace tightens and the gentle boy moves to the side, making place for the devouring flame.

Ace never fails to amaze you with the sheer power behind his kiss. He’s voracious, almost selfish, but equally rewarding and affectionate; suffocating you not with his tongue but sheer enthusiasm. His muscular arms pull you close and tight, your breath trapped between his lips and chest, soon aching for refill and equally reluctant to take a break.

He seems to swallow you whole: your body and senses and mind. As long as your lips are together, you belong to him, and nothing could matter, not bloody stains on your shirt, not pain and bandages, not the sharp scent of alcohol still lingering around you.

…and not Marco, silently sliding back into the room and slipping past your attention until a louder chair creak finally breaks the spell, “Don’t disrespect my desk like that when everyone knows already, yoi. C’mon, Y/N, your jab. I hope he didn’t break you more when I was gone?”

#ace x reader #ace x you #ace x y/n #ace imagine #ace scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #bas writes #portgas d ace #gender neutral reader

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anistarrose · 23 days

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Lup's terms of endearment

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Lup is a character that it takes a lot of practice for me to write, but there's a particular calling card for Lup that jumps out both from her canon dialogue and from fanon, right? We all know it: Lup absolutely loves to call people "babe".

But... when I'm writing her, I also end up wondering if I'm overusing any given signature vocative, or other element of her speech. After all, fanfic writers, myself very much included, are always looking for quick effective ways to make characters sound like themselves — and in a case of a character like Lup, peppering in a "babe" often seems to work like a charm in terms of making her more Lup-like, especially if you're writing Blupjeans.

The thing about this vocative-centric, vocabulary-centric approach to character voice is that it can, at least theoretically, lead to us overdoing it, and overshooting how the amount that Lup would use "babe" in canon. Which isn't a big deal, it's just fic — but I'm very hyperfixated and I love Lup very much, so I wanted to break down a some of when, where, and why she uses "babe" and other terms of endearment, as well as other little nuances I noticed.

Continuing under the cut, but the tl;dr is: Lup absolutely calls people "babe" a lot, but it's not exclusively romantic, it can be either sincere or teasing in tone, and she tends to do so more as time goes on, not so much at the start of the century.

(Partially inspired by and overlapping with the contents of this post (link) by @keplercryptids!)

"Babe"

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Lup (to Barry): Don’t blow yourself up, babe, I’m sure your beautiful body’s gonna get killed by the Hunger soon enough.

-Ep. 67: Story and Song Part 1.

Lup (to Barry): Babe, I love you more than life and undeath itself, but let’s get somewhere safe first, so we can really savor this tender reunion.

-Ep. 67: Story and Song Part 1.

Lup: Taako, Barry and I got this. You gotta keep trying babe, I know you can do this.

-Ep. 68: Story and Song Part 2.

Lup (to Barry): Hear that, babe? We're legends.

-Ep. 68: Story and Song Part 2.

Lup (to Barry): I’m about to smooch your fucking brains out, babe.

-Ep. 69: Story and Song Part 3.

Lup (to Barry, during heist planning): We’re good, babe.

-Live in Nashville!

The first thing that jumps out at me is how back-loaded, for lack of a better term, the use of "babe" is among all Lup's appearances. It's part of one of her most iconic lines from Story and Song, but she doesn't drop a single "babe" throughout the whole The Stolen Century! Go up and read those lines again — pre-Story and Song, there's not a single one!

I have a few conjectures here that might explain this. First, on a Doyalist level, one could attribute this to small sample size (Lup just doesn't have that much dialogue relative to her thematic presence), and/or to Griffin himself still feeling out her character in the first few episodes that she appeared in.

But on a Watsonian level: I'm purely speculating, but I wonder if it was a nickname she that first started using (or at least, using with regularity) for Barry at some point well into the establishment of their relationship, and from there, it bled out into platonic contexts too. Speaking of which, the fact that she predominantly uses it for Barry doesn't stop her from using it for Taako — in fact, though it only comes up once, it's in a very sincere moment of encouragement (as Taako struggles to transmute all of Phandalin into sapphire).

On that note, if there's anything I'll personally admit to wanting to see more of in fic, it's more of Lup using "babe" in platonic/familial contexts! It's hard to extrapolate from canon if this is a "just Taako" thing, an "any close platonic bond" thing, or an "anyone whatsoever" thing, but I just think it's so cute! (And I'd personally vibe check it as realistic for her to say to other IPRE crewmates, for example — but I'm possibly biased, as a Lup and Magnus friendship writer/enjoyer.)

Lastly on the topic of "babe," it comes up in a variety of contexts, but as alluded to above, it can be sincere or teasing — of which the teasing can, but doesn't necessarily, overlap with flirting.

Specifically, Lup uses "babe" twice while gently, lightheartedly questioning Barry's decisions or priorities, like his intent to blow himself up. It also comes up in teasing or flirtatious moments within emotionally charged moments, like the reunion, or when she gets her body back. It's just not exclusively used for deflating tension — see her sheer confidence in the "we're legends" line and how she revels in it, for example.

All in all, "babe" is clearly one of Lup's go-to all-purpose words, and I like that it shows her voice evolving over time, whether or not that was intentional by Griffin. "Babe" is by far the most worth analyzing of Lup's terms of endearment, but we'll also talk about:

"Dear"

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Lup: We need to make sure our friends in the ethereal plane aren’t listening. Taako, could you do the honors and shoo them away? Taako: Go away! Lup: Dear, you need to Blink.

-Ep. 66, The Stolen Century Part 7.

Lup: Lucretia, dear, I’ve already forgotten about the whole thing. Oh, uh! [Smiling] Sorry, bad choice of words.

-Ep. 68, Story and Song Part 2.

With the obligatory caveat that we have an even smaller sample size here, it jumps out at me that Lup only ever uses "dear" in teasing contexts, reacting to mistakes both big and small. But it's also a word she uses to emphasize love and forgiveness — especially communicating that she won't breeze past a mistake like it didn't happen, but also isn't going to maintain hostility over it, which we see with Lucretia.

(You can even make an argument that Lup teasing Taako with a "dear" is at least a little tension-defusing too, because that scene happens in the leadup to Lup and Barry presenting the Relic plan. But it's less clear there if she's using it consciously with that purpose.)

Miscellaneous: "Honey," "Bud," "(My) Man"

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Barry: I mean um… the Conservatories, I guess, for obvious reasons. Lup: Oh, oh sure, honey, that was a… that was a good one but, man, the food in Tesseralia though, like. It's hard to beat that.

-Ep. 66: The Stolen Century Part 6

Lup (to Magnus): What are you- why? [Laughs] We need to get- we need to- we gotta bounce. Look up. Look up, bud. It’s, it’s the Big H. It’s time to roll.

-Ep. 64: The Stolen Century Part 5.

Taako: Am I…? I’m not going to lose you again. Lup: Never. Never again, bud.

-Ep. 68, Story and Song Part 2.

Lup: So, uh, Davenport, bud, kinda curious why you’d, uh, decided to come back out here after you wrote us about all the ghost-based dangers you encountered, my man, didn’t you consider that we’d be coming to collect for, you know, the goddess of death?

-Live in San Francisco!

Now, a few more odds and ends for the sake of completeness! The first thing I noticed is that she calls Barry "honey" while teasing him a little bit, as they compare their favorite cycles (though I don't think she's necessarily lying, either) — overall very similar to how she uses "babe" in playful contexts sometimes, or how she uses "dear" with Taako or Lucretia.

"Bud" is for Taako, Magnus, and Davenport! Like "babe," it seems to be a very multi-purpose vocative — ranging from questioning her friends' judgment, all the way to deeply sincere moments. (Taako seems to bring out the sincerity more than anyone, unsurprisingly.)

Lastly, "Man" is used both as a general filler word/emphasizing word without necessarily filling in for a name or subject, or alternatively, transforms into "my man" exactly once when talking to Davenport. That one's interesting to me because "my man" is something associated a lot more with Taako — and specifically, used by Taako with people he likes and trusts (link), though it may or may not actually be a serious context.

Merle (giving Taako some shitty kelp shoes): There’s a lot of give in kelp and if they’re too small, get ‘em wet and they’ll get bigger and these— These are for you. Taako (pretending he won't immediately cast Levitate on them): Oh, well, thank you, my man. These are just beautiful!

-Ep. 62: The Stolen Century Part 3.

Taako: Barry, I— You got all the time in the world, my man.

-Ep. 62: The Stolen Century Part 3.

To compare and contrast, Lup's only known "my man" is deployed against Davenport when she's kind of questioning his judgment, but he's obviously a person she likes. If you'll let me speculate, I wouldn't be shocked if Lup overheard Taako hit Davenport with plenty of "my man"-s over the course of the Stolen Century — just a guess, but it's something I'd really like to believe in, because the twins influencing each other's speaking styles is just so cute.

And that's all! This was an exercise I undertook to get better at writing Lup, but I always really intended to post it too, so I hope it was interesting and insightful — I knew it definitely left me with a new appreciation for how Lup's way of speaking evolves over time, in particular!

#taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #lup taaco #blupjeans #taz meta

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punks-never-die205 · 8 months

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Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 4: First Kiss

With Kid's permission, you talked to the crew the next day and started sorting out who you felt could help the most. Even when you dropped anchor on the island you still had five more days before Nezumi would even be on the horizon.

Rule one of the upcoming job was to be comfortable with it. You'd gone over a lot of possibilities in your head, and you knew which crewmates you'd prefer to work with. Heat, Wire, Killer, and Kid were out of the question. They were too notorious to provide back up, even if you disguised them. Hip and Hop worked well together and didn't have bounties, so you could rely on them for some legwork in town. They were also relatively newer members, so there was less infamy with them. Boogie was in charge of makeup; man had an amazing talent for it. Papas and Reck had your measurements and would go shopping once you landed, since limiting your exposure on the island until the job was paramount.

You were sure you could make a team of three to run the area around Nezumi like clockwork, especially with support from the rest of the crew. You'd be on point, and between the other two, the codes would be copied and then returned. If only you could use your gift to copy text instead of devil fruit powers.

The only detail you were stuck on was hanging on Nezumi. You didn't want to press anything against a Marine Captain, except maybe the barrel of a gun. You were sure you could flirt; you were even practicing with House in the private confines of the medical bay. But hanging on a mannequin or making bedroom eyes at House was going to be different from trying to hide your repulsion from Nezumi.

You'd tucked emotions away before to do a job, but that was before.

Every time you'd get into a groove, all you'd see was that mask. You could hear his voice rolling around in your brain, you could feel your skin prickle delightfully at the idea of touching him. You might be untested in love, but you weren't ignorant enough to not understand what the urges meant. He was always so guarded though, that you didn't know what would come of even admitting your feelings.

But if you didn't say anything now, and something happened...

You shook your head, closing the drawer in front of you and leaving quickly. If you could decide to run away from CP9 and then successfully dodge the world-fucking-government for seven years, then you could grow the balls to tell Killer you wanted him. No matter what the answer was going to be. Things had been terse between him and Kid the entire time, and you could feel frustration rolling off of him when you were helping him with cooking.

You couldn't leave what you needed to say unsaid. You couldn't risk waiting until after the job, if Nezumi was as much a sleaze as you imagined, he'd probably steal a kiss at the first available chance. You had no doubts you could give him the slip, but if you dodged him too much or too obviously it would ruin the mission. You'd done a lot worse than kiss someone you didn't like in your lifetime, but you didn't want your first kiss to be with someone you didn't like.

After asking around you found Killer in one of the storage holds. The light was dim in the windowless room, and while most of it was neatly organized there were random rags and brooms here and there. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. There wasn't a lot of the crew on the ship today, so you weren't worried about someone coming by, but this seemed like the sort of thing you closed the door for.

Subtle wasn't your forte, but you didn't want to force your desires onto him or make him feel bad. You also didn't want to miss the chance to kiss him, and you were struggling internally with what to say. The downside of committing to this course of action so swiftly was that you hadn't planned anything out.

In the end, you realized there wasn't any way to say this without creating pressure. For a long moment you couldn't find your voice, and Killer set down what he was doing and turned toward you inquisitively. The gaze behind the mask had you stuck in place, so you stepped off the proverbial ledge with both feet.

"Kiss me," you say softly, maybe a little too softly.

Killer freezes in place. You imagine his mouth was agape, not that you could tell well in the dim light.

"I've never kissed anyone before, and I don't know how this is going to go, but even without the job, I want to kiss you. Only you." You swallow hard, and were grateful for the dim light, but you were sure he could make out all the details he needed to.

"I've wanted to since we first fought, and it's become more since then." You continue. "You... you don't have to make me any promises, or commitments, I just... I want..." You struggle for the right words. "If I could choose for myself, who to kiss, then I want to kiss you."

Not Kid, not Wire, not Heat, not anyone else on or off this ship. It didn't matter what was under the mask, there was just something about Killer that drew you in. You weren't even sure of all the reasons why yourself; you just knew what you knew.

He wasn't saying anything, good or bad, and you weren't sure how things were going to go. You knew he wore that mask all the time, and you didn't know why. You hadn't felt like it was your place to ask, so you never posed the question. Now you worried that whatever was the reason for it would also be a reason that he would turn down your request.

"Hang on," you grab a rag and tie it around your eyes before turning back to Killer, your face is hot and red. "Please, I even have my eyes closed. You can walk by and leave me here, and I won't ask again, and if... if you stay then I won't peak. I swear."

You couldn't see anymore, but you could hear more clearly than usual. The clicks of his mask coming undone mixed in with the steady beat of his boots walking closer. You meant to keep your hands at your sides, but you reach out for him with more desire than you were willing to admit. You curl your fingers closed, you didn't want to guilt him into doing anything he didn't want to do, but the need was so strong.

A warm hand wraps around yours, guiding your fingers to his chest. The damned rock-hard chest that was definitely flesh and not stone. You can feel his pulse in your fingertips as you slide your hands up to his neck. His hand slips around your back, and you gasp a little.

"I haven't even kissed you yet," He murmurs softly, his voice and breath by your ear. His voice was sweet even from behind the mask, but now it was like honey.

"S-sorry. Everything's on edge with, with my eyes closed." You slip your fingers into his hair, suppressing the urge to pull him forward. You feel his nose and lips barely brush across yours before his hands grab your hips and pull you up into him, his voice and breath huskier and heavier in your ear.

"Only because your eyes are closed? Do I have nothing to do with it?" His question sent shivers down your neck, and his teasing tone was trying to hide a need you were all too familiar with.

"M-my eyes are only closed because of you," You could feel the heat burn up to your ears. "Stop teasing me and kiss me already."

"Sorry, brat, I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy seeing you like this. I wanted to savor it a little long-."

"(Y/N)." You cut him off with a whisper and felt his body tense. "My... my name is (Y/N)."

He leans in and you feel the barest hint of his lips against yours before he whispers your name, soft and sweet like silk and honeysuckle.

The space between you vanishes. His lips press against yours and your breath stops in your throat. You push against him almost involuntarily, and your fingers wander. His hands flex against your body as he sets you against the wall. Breaking the kiss for a moment, your already needy gasps mingling in the small space between, you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful," you whisper, your voice nearly falling apart as it leaves your lips, "But I hope you mean to kiss me more than that."

With your back braced against the wall, he only needs one hand to keep you steady. His other hand slips around to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. He leans into the kiss again, but this time his tongue presses against your lips. With a shiver at the delicious sensation of it you open up and let him in.

Kid might have commanded obedience with fire and charisma, but Killer had his blade at your neck before you could even hoped to be commanded. His kiss was just as absolute, it was almost overwhelming, and you could feel the rush welling up in your eyes. The heat and passion of the inescapable embrace he has you in threatens to consume you and it wasn't until he broke off the kiss that you realize you'd almost been out of air.

You gasp and tremble against him, holding on as though you'd be plunged back into the depths if you let go. You could feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy as your own. He nuzzles into your neck and kisses gently along the crook of it. Each tender action eliciting a stifled moan from you.

"Let me hear you, (Y/N), no one's here to enjoy it but me." Teeth nip at your earlobe and your fingers flex into him as the moans escape you.

Heavier kisses, hungry and rough, slip down your neck as strong hands hold you in place. You wriggle under the inescapable pleasure and let your voice fill the air for him. His body seems to tense, as though he's trying desperately to hold himself back.

His hand feels like a claw digging into the meat of your ass as his mouth sucks and bites tender flesh with unexpected passion and ferocity.

"HNNNGH-KILLER!" You tense as the pleasure and pain burn through your body. You hear him grunt as you cry out his name, and his attack on your senses stops. Sweet and tender kisses lingered over the mark that is now deep in your skin.

His lips are near yours, and you can feel his needy breath as he leans his forehead against yours. "That was more than I'd meant to do." He rubs his nose across yours affectionately. "If I don't stop here, I don't know if I'll be able to-."

You grab his face and kiss him, moaning into the kiss. You have control for a second before your wrists are pinned against the wall and he's stealing the breath from your lungs. His knee, and his need hold you in place, and you manage a happy whimper as he continues to kiss you, the pleasure of it all swimming in your body.

When he breaks the kiss this time, he keeps your wrists and body pinned, and you hear him swear, gasping for air as much as you were. "Cheeky brat," He practically chokes on the words, and you're relieved to hear pleasure in his voice and not irritation or anger.

"I'm going to go cool my head," He says, and there's a need in his words that wants to stay. "We can talk about... us, after."

"Y-yeah, sure." You agree, surprised you could even find your voice after all that. You hear him pick up his mask and snap in back into place. Once the door was closed you pull the rag off your face and slide down to the floor, not sure you could trust your legs to keep you standing much longer.

Holy shit. You let out a heavy sigh, your heart pounding in your chest, and realize your stomach is doing gymnastics due to nerves.

(I drew this a long time ago, when I first got into x Readers, and I've since learned I shouldn't have added a detail like hair to the Reader, so I apologize for the kind of OC vibe.)

#Unseen #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #x reader #reader insert #one piece fanfiction #canon au

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packetofsuga · 3 years

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Kiss of Death - Corpse Fic

Prompt: “He’s a bad kisser”

Backstory: Y/N is a streamer and secretly dating Corpse, not even their friends know. Other than Dave, of course. They’re playing proximity chat among us with Valkyrae, Toast, Sykkuno, Pewdiepie, JackSepticeye, Pokimane, Ludwig, and Dave (boyinaband).

Genre: Fluff + humor

Content warning: Light swearing

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Okay. First of all, writing an author’s note really threw me back to my Wattpad days but, anyway. I just wanna say feel free to send little prompt requests in my ask box for fics. I won’t write smut, I know I have for kpop artists in the past and I may write smut again in the future but for now, it’s a hard no for all fics. I will write mainly for Corpse Husband, Valkyrae, BTS, and Dream Catcher. Possibly other YouTubers or kpop groups just ask and I’ll let you know! I also will write for some book fandoms, I can’t list all of them so again just ask, please. I’ll get to requests whenever I can so please be patient while waiting.

Until then please enjoy the random prompts I’ve found that I thought would be cute :)

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction

You were playing among us with your friends and your boyfriend, as usual. The only difference was you were using the proximity chat mod which you had never done before. Because you guys were using that mod every time Corpse got imposter he was doing his “kiss of death” thing.

As you loaded into the game you saw the word crewmate pop up on your screen. Everyone started joking about being a crewmate or imposter and you chuckled to yourself. “I am just a crewmate doing crewmate things. I am doing keys, because I am just a crewmate.” You stated while walking over to the keys task, knowing that you don’t even have keys this round.

“Y/N’s faking keyyysss.” Poki called.

“She’s just reminding everyone to fake keys, guys, everyone fake keys right now,” Sean said, moving his character on top of yours in front of keys. The was a chorus of agreements as almost everyone did the same. Once that was done you split off from the group.

“Guys… I think it’s Poki, she didn’t fake keys.” You said to your chat, laughing to yourself. You went around doing your tasks. You came across Sykkuno in O2, “Hey Sykkuno, whatcha doing?”

He paused in the doorway of the tree room, “Oh! hi Y/N. I’m uh just doing my tasks.”

You cleared the trash shoot, “Oh yeah? Just a crewmate doing crewmate things?”

Sykkuno giggled, “Uh, yep. Just doing crewmate things. Hey, you- you wanna stand on this vent with me?”

You hesitated, knowing there’s absolutely no way for you to figure out if Sykkuno is just being himself or is actually the imposter, “I- You know what yes I would love to Sykkuno.” You walked into the tree room.

“Oh- really? That… Was very enthusiastic.” The two of you walked onto the vent by the tree, stacking on top of each other, “You’re not the imposter, right? You’re not gonna kill me.

“Oh, of course not, Sykkuno. I mean, you know, maybe.” You love making yourself look extra suspicious to him because that’s how he plays, “Here. I’ll click the spot where the kill button is and we’ll see what happens, okay?”

“Oh, Jesus-” He gasped.

You clicked the spot on the screen, “Hear me clicking?” You both laughed.

“Uh yeah I do, that means it can’t be you huh?” He said, “Here I’ll do it too.”

You yelped a little as the body reported screen came up, scaring you.

“I thought I just fucking died.” You said, trying to calm your breathing.

“Honestly, me too.” Sykkuno said, “There’s so many people dead.”

Poki reported the body and the screen showed that Toast, Sean, and Dave were dead, “So Rae and I just walked up on Toast’s body. And I don’t think it’s Rae, I’ve been with her for a good chunk of this round.”

“Soo it could be both of you.” You pointed out.

“Why are you susing me right now??” Poki exclaimed.

“You didn’t fake keys!” You yelled.

“She’s right!” Pewds yelled, remembering that from the beginning of the round, “What the fuck, Poki?”

Corpse laughed, “That’s a little sus Imane.”

Poki laughed, “I can’t believe I’m getting sussed cause I didn’t fake a task.”

“Anyways, I think it’s Rae and Poki. It definitely couldn’t have been Sykkuno, we were chilling on a vent.” You stated. Corpse hummed to himself.

Sykkuno vouched for you, “Yep that’s true. And we did a foolproof test so it’s not either of us.”

“What was the test?” Lud asked

“Well, we both clicked the kill button and neither of us are dead, so.” Sykkuno pointed out.

“You clicked the kill button?” Rae asked, “Wait, so you’re both imposters? You clearly can’t kill each other if you’re imposters.”

You sighed, “I don’t know why Sykkuno had to say it like that but we clicked where the kill button should’ve been and nothing happened. So it’s not us.”

“So there’s two pairs.” Corpse mused to himself.

Pewds brought his mic really close to his mouth, “Get ‘em out of here.”

You yelled over him, “Hold on hold on, it’s seven we can’t vote on seven. Kind of sus that you’re pushing to vote on seven.”

“I’m not sus you’re sus.” He declared.

“Let’s skip, I’m gonna stay with Sykkuno and protect him.” Lud announced as the ‘I voted’ sticker popped up next to his name. Everyone started voting to skip.

“If Ludwig dies it’s Sykkuno.” Pewds concluded as the timer ran out.

“What???” Sykkuno wailed. You quickly ran to go to Lab on your own, afraid of Rae and Poki.

Rae walked behind you into Lab, “ Ahhh- Hi please don’t kill me.”

“No no no I would never,” Rae said, making her voice sound sarcastic on purpose as you guys walked into decontamination. You started to scream dramatically.

“Heeeeeeelp. Heeeeellppp! She’s gonna kill me.” You pushed your character into the door to specimen, desperately waiting for it to open. Once it finally did you rushed down into specimen and she ran after you. You ran around specimen with her chasing after you.

“Stop running. Y/N. Y/N! Hey- Stop running!” She yelled after you.

“Nooooo.” Corpse walked into specimen from the bottom and stood off to the side watching the two of you, “Coooorpse, protect me.” You yelled. He moved his character between you and Rae.

“Yeah, uh, of course. I’ll protect you don’t worry.” He said. Rae stopped in front of him.

“I said I wasn’t gonna kill you Y/N.” She insisted.

You fake cried a little, “You didn’t say you couldn’t kill me though! Corpse, please. Wait-” You realized Corpse could 100% be the imposter right now, “Corpse… It’s not you is it?”

“No no, I’m gonna protect you.” He promised.

“....Does that mean it’s you but you’re gonna kill Rae to protect me?” You asked. They both laughed and Rae backed away from Corpse.

“She knows too much Corpse, she knows too much!” Rae yelled. You started to scream for help again and run around.

“Hey hey hey, relax.” Corpse said, following you. You ran towards bottom decontamination, getting stuck at the door again, “Don’t worry. Y/N, shhh. It’s okay, just-” He made a smooching noise and the kill animation popped up on your screen.

You let out a shriek. “I can’t believe- Well, hi chat.” You giggled and started reading the chat again, “‘You got a kiss from Corpse, how do you feel?’ He’s a really bad kisser, guys. I mean it, did you see that? He kissed me and then STABBED me. An awful kisser.” You shook your head. A body was reported and the meeting screen popped up. They discussed yours and Poki’s death Corpse and Rae vouching for each other and Lud and Sykkuno vouching for each other, leaving Pewds the only one without an alibi and got him voted out. The defeat scream popped up showing Rae and Corpse as the imposters.

Corpse POV

Before joining the lobby again he decided to read chat for a second and talk to his fans. “I’m sorry I can’t really look at chat that much while we’re doing this mod it’s just hard cause everyone can hear you, you know.” He read through the recent super-chats, thanking people as he went. He quickly scanned the rest of the chat. People were spamming that Y/N had called him a bad kisser, “Wait- she- Y/N said what??” He joined the lobby, “Y/N what the fuck?”

“What’d I do??” Y/N questioned.

“Did you really tell your chat I’m a bad kisser? Why are you lyyyying?”

“I-” The whole group started gasping and talking over each other, “I meant in the game! You- everyone shut up oh my god please-”

“Okay okay okay, let her talk guys. Try and talk your way out of this Y/N.” Corpse chuckled.

“Okay, before I get myself into a scandal. In-game, before you killed me, you gave me a little kiss. Then my chat was like how do you feel and I was like you know what, that was an awful kiss I died from it.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” Corpse said.

“Wait!” Rae interrupted, “What else would she have to go off of other than in-game?…” There was a long silence.

Corpse was the one to break the silence. “You know what, gamer bladder. Bathroom break.” Everyone laughed and reluctantly agreed.

Y/N POV

You tried to stay calm and talk to your chat about any other topic but your chat was going insane speculating about you and Corpse.

Corpse came into the room and you quickly held up one finger off-camera to tell him to wait a second.

“Uh, hold on just a second guys.” You muted your headphones and took them off. You started to work on turning your webcam off but he reached over and grabbed the arm of your chair, rolling it towards him.

You squealed, “Corpse! What are you doing?”

“I’m a bad kisser, huh? I’m a bad kisser?” He started peppering your face with kisses. You giggled. He planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, practically trapping you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk plastered on his lips, “Hmm?”

You cupped his face and kissed him. He started to pull you closer to him but you pulled back, “No, you’re not a bad kisser, baby. You’re the best kisser.” He kissed you again and then went back to his filming room. You slid your chair back to your computer, pretending as if nothing happened. You put your headphones back on and scanned the chat. There were a couple of people being like we saw that hand but you ignored it and continued playing.

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love-amihan · 3 years

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GAMER BOYFIES // YUJI, MEGUMI, TOGE

amihan's note: just imagine these boys being gamers 🤔 i don't play that much games so ig im gonna focus on codm and among us bcs your girlie don't have a setup nor a good laptop to dl good games with 😩✋ here you go, happy reading!

bf!yuji x gn!reader, bf!megumi x gn!reader, bf!toge x fem!reader

-itadori yuji

will let you sit on his lap whenever he plays

chin resting on your shoulder

off-mic if ever you're with him

you tell him where the enemies are

teaches you how to play because he wanna play with you

great support whenever you're his teammate

your screen displays your character dramatically falling down causing you look back to your boyfriend with a pout, "i don't wanna play anymore!"

you huff and cross your arms, yuji chuckles at your pouty face leaving a kiss on your lips.

he lifts you up from where you're seated pulling you to his lap, "come on now, don't let one kill throw your game" he sweetly encourages you.

"fine," you turn to your screen showing that an enemy killed you yet again, yuji couldn't help but laugh at your screen.

you throw a mini tantrum tossing your phone to the side, huffing. he wraps his arms around you his phone screen coming in your sight.

his fingers maneuver fast on the screen skillfully killing the enemies, yuji gives your neck a light peck as a silent apology and continue playing the game.

"stupid game" you grumble under your breath nuzzling your back to yuji more giving up on playing choosing to watch and point out to your boyfriend instead.

whenever you play au with him, he'll always set bets on it

if he's the impostor he always kill you first then laughs at you

"babe continue your tasks" he says while humming happily

when the tables turn though... he gets all pouty and glares at you

he really takes it seriously like baby it's just a game

but give him a kiss all will be forgiven

you're peacefully waiting for your task to finish when you get a glimpse of someone walking towards you.

that someone being the same color your boyfriend usually use. you shrug it off thinking he's there to do his task too.

once your task is done, you see him standing there causing for both your characters to fall in a staring contest.

until your boyfriend decided to kill you and walk away from the scene like nothing happened.

you let out a loud gasp dropping your phone on your lap looking at your boyfriend from across the room.

"what? i'm decent enough to let you finish your task!" he tries defending himself, you roll your eyes at him.

"next time i'll kill you first, i don't care if it's in front of the other crewmates," yuji giggles, loving how he easily gets you riled up.

-fushiguro megumi

he's the quiet one on the team

always has his mic on but seldom talks

wants you to be near him whenever he plays

why? because he wants your praises when he wins

he killed an enemy after sniping? immediately looks at you, praise him!

when you're his teammate, he's sticking with you whether you like it or not

his teammates gets annoyed since you're the only one benefiting from him

megumi will probably trash talk them

which is so out of character of him

you two eventually gets kick out

ended up playing duo because of megumi

not that he's complaining though

you're leaning to your boyfriend's side as you watch him play his game.

you hear the muffled cries of his teammates through his earphones as their enemy pulls through.

megumi scopes in aiming for a headshot, clicking the fire button. he successfully kills the enemy, his gaze fleeting up to look at you.

you smile at his cute actions, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, "flawless" you simply commented.

he turns back to his screen with a smug look on his face, really getting into game now.

"i'll join next game?" you wave your phone to him asking for permission, he nods as his screen showed bold letters of winner.

when you tell him to be the look out as you do your task, he innocently follows you

he ends up getting killed because you're the impostor

he gives you the most betrayed look as you giggle walking away from the scene

never follows and stays far away from there on

doesn't believe anything you say anymore, even though you're telling the truth

gumi's bby: someone come with me, gonna do long task

yes, it was megumi who told u to have that name

you send in the chat, trying new tactics to eliminate the crew faster, so far the impostors has killed one crew.

after the meeting, you all do your respective tasks, megumi end up going with you since he's done with his tasks.

you stand where the long tasks usually are, megumi stays behind being the lovely boyfriend he is.

he keeps a look-out for you as you pretend to do your so-called 'task'. you move closer to him.

both your characters in close proximity, you make a kissing sound giving an illusion of you giving him a kiss in-game before pushing the kill button.

you heard a soft gasp from him as you run away from the scene while giggling, "how dare you" he whispers.

you shrug "i gave you a smooch," he groans as his character floats around, yeah at least he got a smooch.

-inumaki toge

also have his mic on all the time

enjoys catfishing players with you

he always throws off the game

but when his teammate starts throwing tantrums he just full on pops off

in the end he's the mvp

if you start talking shit out of nowhere

toge just laughs

but if his teammates starts asking personal questions

he will start making his presence known

if you're on all mic however, and the other team starts talking shit because you're a girl

he won't stop targeting that particular player, game be damned

he won't let the player play

he will kill him everytime he respawns

"woah dude your aim is shit" you say as toge's phone replays the kill cam.

the opponent used a whole damn mag just to kill him. toge stifles a laugh, your voice full of sincerity.

that one must have went straight to his heart. "pfft, like yours is any better. be a good girl, go and make me a sandwich" hate these kind of guys the enemy replies, his voice can be heard by all.

toge frowns at this, you look at him with your mouth agape. unbelievable, he really pulled out that shit card, "show him," you whisper to his ear as he nods at you while smirking.

his character is already making its way towards the enemy. once finding the enemy, he switches to knife and did a clean cut causing him to die.

you snort and mock him, "pathetic" you let a low laugh, toge smiling wide.

the other players are also laughing hearing the frustrated shout of the enemy, "like mine is any better huh?" you taunt him.

toge's teammates are entertained by the scene letting him kill the same enemy over and over again using knife.

due to frustration and anger the enemy leaves the game, you double in laughter, "fucking pussy" you kiss toge's cheek, as a silent 'thank you'.

now in among us though, whenever a meeting is called he always tells you're the impostor

makes up shitty excuses saying you're really the impostor

you defending yourself, other players believed his lies

'y/n was not an impostor' you look at him then scoot away as he tries getting closer with you again

your phone displayed your character floats away in space, your name appears on the screen informing you're not the imposter.

you glare at toge who's laughing at his screen, you groan and move away with him. he notices you moving away and whines trying to get closer to you again.

but you didn't let him get any closer focusing on your phone. toge pouts still trying to cuddle with you, one of the crew calls a meeting as soon as it's available.

you forget about getting away from toge when you see that he got all the vote, you laugh, his character floating away.

toge successfully gets a hold of you and snuggles to your side. his phone long forgotten, not wanting to play anymore and just cuddle with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #inumaki to/ge #itadori x reader #itadori headcanons #fushiguro headcanons #fushiguro x reader #inumaki headcanons #inumaki x reader #itadori x you #fushiguro x you #inumaki x you #fandom;jjk #jjk;yuji #jjk;megumi #jjk;inumaki

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sandpumpkin · 3 years

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Hi pumpkin!! So excited for this faction! Can I be super duper predictable and ask for Sunburn with Izo? You write him so well 🥺 sending smooches, hope you get plenty of nice requests ♡

DEAREST HAZEL! I'm sorry in advance. I hope you like Izo crispy. (there needs to be more Izo gifs I'm sorry)

Summer Factions

Izo - Sunburn

It had started as a joke. Thatch was getting back at Izo for something, you weren’t sure what but a bit of harmless fun never hurt anyone. You had finally reached a summer current, the cold rain far behind you. The sun shone it’s warm rays down upon the Moby Dick. The crew were suddenly lighting fast at getting their work done, everything was soon ship-shape and that left the crew time to unwind and enjoy whatever leisures they pleased.

You had acquired your favourite book, lathered yourself in suncream and headed to find a nice shady spot to read. Setting up your chair on the deck under a parasol. A cool breeze washed over the deck, a welcome addition to the blistering heat. You sighed contently as you leant back in your chair letting the cool breeze aid you against the horrible stickiness forming against your skin already. You jumped as the sound of a little table popped up next to you, Thatch smiled at you brightly and set down a tall wonderfully inviting iced drink which swirled with various colours around the little cubes of ice and a tray of snacks accompanied it.

“You’re looking awfully suspicious…” you stated slowly, usually you have to ask Thatch for snacks but here was quite a fancy little selection for you “what exactly did you do?”

“You wound me. I am simply looking out for my crewmates.” he grinned, feigning hurt, though once he caught sight of Izo Thatch excused himself quickly.

“Suspicious.” you hummed quietly. Izo was wearing a pale pink loosely tied haori and matching knee length shorts with a brighter pink trim and thick round wide brim sunglasses covering part of his face. “Delightfully summery.” you teased, as Izo set up a chair next to you though just outside of the shade. He dipped to kiss you softly and the faint scent of coconuts filled your noise. A new suncream? You pondered.

“All the foul weather we’ve had lately. I must get the nutrients my skin needs whilst we have sun.” Izo said, getting comfortable on his chair. Though he sat right back up and shuffled just a little closer to you, as he laid back down, he held out his hand for you to take. You chuckled and reached to hold Izo’s calloused yet soft hand. Juggling your book with one hand, occasionally reaching for your drink. You lost track of the day and soon the sun began to set.

“Where did the day go?” you asked to noone in particular, finally looking up from your book. You let go of Izo’s hand which spurred him awake and you stretched your body which had cramped up horribly. “Did you sleep well?” you questioned, placed your bookmark into your book and rose from your chair. Izo stifled a yawn and got up from his chair, pushing his sunglasses up. You glanced over your shoulder as you went to fold the chair up and did a sharp double take, your mouth hung open. Oh dear.

“Something wrong?” you shook your head slowly. Where his sunglasses had been were semi-circles on his cheeks, the top part of his head had been under the shade..as had the arm you had been holding. His legs and other arm were the shade of a lobster. You pursed your lips tightly trying to quell the laughter growing in your throat.

“I think..you caught the sun a little.” you stated, your voice cracking as those words left your lips. You suddenly realised what Thatch had done, he had swapped out the sun cream for coconut oil. In the short space of time Izo had been out, he had cripsed up quicker than the time Ace was permitted to light a barbecue. Izo looked down at his arms and the frown appeared quickly.

“THATCH!” he shouted reaching for his gun and realising his gun was in the bedroom still and grabbed the chair instead. You heard Thatch laugh and scream all at the same time. You shook your head and chuckled too, Izo wouldn’t let this slide for sometime. Gathering your belongings you headed back to your and Izo’s shared room and made note to ready some intense after sun care for your dear lobster.

#pumpkin writes #izo x reader #one piece #summer factions #fluuuff #sunburn #sorrrryy Izo #man I always write Thatch as a lil shit

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unknown-writing · 3 years

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When you Proposed First...

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for a really long time. You couldn’t handle just being “Boyfriend and Girlfriend” anymore. So, you took matters into your own hands...And Proposed first!

Warning(s): Fluff, spoilers for Sanji’s past

A/N: Had a thought of how Sanji would react to me proposing to him and giggled lol.

Luffy isn’t one for getting the Hint for specific moods in the air. He’s pretty dense when it comes to stuff like that. So, despite being alone together on this very romantic outing on the Island your crew had been staying at for a small vacation after a recent battle. He missed a lot of subtle details you kept bringing up.

“---Luffy! Earth to Luffy! Hello!?” You shouted while hitting his head a few times, wondering why he was spacing out. You panicked a bit because you thought he was angry with you for your question.....You asked him to marry you.

Luffy never expected to find a girlfriend(or boyfriend) while traveling at Sea. Not that he’d ever planned on getting with somebody any time soon. His life was WAY too dangerous for anything romantic anyways. But even so...Meeting you, befriending you, and then falling for you...It all just.../Happened/. it wasn’t planned or expected, he never met somebody as strong as you were, even without devil fruit powers. You just kept surprising him with every day that you woke up.

You stood there while awkwardly holding the box with something /other/ than a ring in it. It was actually a small charm-like Pin that he could pin to his hat or shirt instead. You knew that he wouldn’t wear the ring because it’d easily break with his stretching abilities, he wouldn’t want to break such a valuable gift from his beloved s/o that he loved so much. “Is...Everything alright Luffy? Did I do something wrong?” You asked while tilting your head. Asking that question made him snap back to reality again.

Before you could respond though, he had pounced you. Clinging to you for dear life with this big dopey grin going from ear to ear. His face was blushing a pink hue as well. Pausing to grab your face and give you a big smooch, he chuckled, “Do you have any idea how amazing you are y/n!?” He asked, making you blink, but then blush as well. “I don’t know how you managed to read my mind but, I wanted to marry you too!” (He didn’t fully know what he was talking about here). Your blush got redder, he paused and blinked, “Y/n....Your face is red....” he commented, making you flinch then glare up at him

“S-Shut up...I just didn’t expect you to know what was going on is all!” You lied...He chuckled as he started giving your face kisses as he still clung to you tightly. You watched him put the pin right in the front of his precious hat. The sun was hitting him perfectly, so you watched a gentle ray glow on the pin.

You kept staring until he pulled out a small box himself that he’d been hiding for the past three weeks, nervous to give it to you as he’d never done something so big before...You held the box in your hand. and he’d gotten you the typical ring as well but, it wasn’t gold or silver. It was oddly enough...Purple? Purple was your favorite color after all, so seeing that he got you a purple colored wedding ring of all things, you knew he was the one for you.

Zoro was actually pretty quick when he realized he wanted you as his Wife. Each day passed when you two were dating for more than a few years now, would be met with “Please be my wife” as a small joke despite being pretty serious about it.

Today was no exception. At first he woke up pretty angry because one of his swords had gone missing...His childhood sword wasn’t with him this morning. About to scold you for taking it, he noticed that you were with Franky and Usopp helping fix it after a recent battle, since you couldn’t go on the island due to being sick, you thought these two could help fix it.

“---Hopefully this does the trick. The metal on the handle has been worn out for a while...It may need to be completely replaced when we reach the next Island in a few days.” Franky comments, while pointing to the dents in the golden handle. You picked it up to get a closer look at it. “It doesn’t just look like the metal part is busted either....It’s the cloth too. Which is something that I can easily fix myself.” You comment out loud, unaware that Zoro was listening in on the conversation.

Eventually leaving to go grab some food and booze, now that he didn’t have to worry on who stole his sword, Zoro sighed as he sat down in his secret drinking spot (that he shares with you of course). “Damn...I want her to be my Wife” he mutters to himself before taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

Later that same day, you had brought back the sword that you had “borrowed to try and get it fixed” for Zoro. before heading back from putting it back, you felt an arm grab your leg. And before you knew it, you were sitting right on his lap again as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he pressed his face against your neck, his grip getting tighter, “You trying to hug me, or strangle me?” You teased before planting a kiss on his hair. “I want you to be my Wife” He asked again, which just made you chuckle because he’s been doing this for the last week now.

A brief silence filled the room, you squirmed a bit while you tried reaching in your pockets to grab something. A small box. You held it out awkwardly while blushing a deep crimson red from ear to ear. “....W-Why not...You become my husband?” You asked. That caught his attention real quick. He blinked as he started at the small box in front of his face, he reached out to open it and see two rings in it (one for each of you of course)

A big sheepish grin started to form as he ignored the pink hue on his own cheeks. “...I love you y/n...” He simply says while putting the ring on his finger, and then puts your ring on your finger. You giggled before reaching up again to give him a proper smooch that started turning to a passionate kiss. “I’m happy that your finally my wife now~” He jokes as he nuzzles into again and the two of you just cuddled together before dinner time.

You knew about the Political marriage between him and Pudding from Big Mom’s family. You figured out that something had happened when you saw that Pudding and Sanji had “broken up” when you two had started getting more serious in the relationship. You were Pissed Off knowing that he might have been cheating on his Fiance with you, but the crew later explained the full context of what happened (Usopp had to tell you the details that Pudding erased from Sanji’s memory so it didn’t traumatize him again).

After a rocky start to your steady relationship. Sanji has been nothing but honest with you for anything that you may have wanted to know about. He even offered to tell you his childhood at some point but you declined, saying “Sanji-kun...Tell me when you feel emotionally ready ok? Don’t force yourself if your not ready.” And after he heard that, he /knew/ the girl he had to be with was with you. No ands ifs or buts about it. You were the one he was going to Marry for Real one day.

Today was a special day for the two of you, and thankfully, you were on an Island to be able to celebrate it. This was your third year Anniversary together after the time skip of being apart. Sanji had surprised you with a /very/ romantic date to the local festival that was happening nearby since he knew that fancy restaurants weren’t your thing as you were too used to /his cooking/. You two had spent the majority of the festival with the crew, but after a while, you two had gone off to have your own little private date on your own. Sneaking off to the nearby forest for some privacy.

You knew that he was a Romantic Sap when it came to dates. You were the type to just stay home and chill there but, this was a special day so, you thought that you’d amuse him this time. By the time you two had managed to sit down and start eating the delicious meal he had prepared for the two of you (which included some of your favorites). Sanji was telling a big story that happened when you weren’t part of his life, doing silly poses whenever he’d quote his other crewmates, making you have a hearty giggle fit throughout his story.

Before he turned around, you got on one knee and held the Ring box in your hands and stayed quiet. You grinned when he turned around to see you but, completely /froze/ at the sight of you on one knee with the Ring box in your hands. A pink hue started to form as you started to get flustered, “Sanji-kun.....” You started, which made him gulp, anxious of what’s gonna happen despite knowing what it may be. “...Even though we’ve only been together for a few years without the Time skip included...” You paused again so you could pull out the ring, which was a nice silver ring with a very small diamond in the middle. he recognized this ring as you used to wear it on your chain. “Y-Y/n...You can’t...” he starts off, making you nervous, “That ring is yours...” he finishes while avoiding eye contact due to being nervous himself

You giggled, “Sanji-kun....I love you....I want you to have this. I’m willing to gift you something precious...Because your more precious than a silly ring.”

That did him in. That tiny speech of you claiming he’s more precious than one of your rings was what got him to cry. He cursed, flustered with himself, “D-Dammit....I-I should be proposing t-to you...Not the other way a-around” He complains with a dopey grin that showed his true feelings towards this. “...Will you Marry Me?” You finally asked, holding out a hand so that way you can put the ring on his finger if he said yes.

He didn’t technically say /yes/. But he did nod his head as the awkward crying turned into sobs. After putting the ring on his finger, he fell down to tightly hug you. He’d never been given something so precious in his life without it being taken away from him right after. You knew this though, and just allowed him to cry as you pat his head gently and giggled every now and again

“I love you y/n-san! I love you so fucking much!” He’d repeat, making /you/ get flustered with his chanting declaration of love to you. You hugged him tighter, “I know. I love you too Sanji...After all that you’ve been through...I knew that you were perfect for me, as both a boyfriend, and a Husband.”

Hearing those words just made him sob even longer. He’s never had somebody love him /like this/ in a very long time. And he can’t wait to continue to be loved by y/n for the rest of his life.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #spoilers for sanjis past

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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PLEASE i need more of your among us concept, it was so good!

Hi!! How are you doing? I saw a lot of people want more of these, so I wanted to gain some time to be able to come up with more stuff about Yandere Among Us.

So, I hope you didn't wait too long. How about we continue where we left off?

But this time with an proper begining.

TW/Tags: Everyone is fighting // more characters because I hate myself! // Shy boy is a really suspicious boy // not as much as yandere tendencies, but maybe the start of them?? // All characters have real names, but calling each other by colors is a formal military way in this universe, ya know? // Mentions of blood and possibly (just maybe) scent kink 👀 // It may low-key not be like the original game but I tried ;-;

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

"- You're pretty sus, not gonna lie." Ch - 1 [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

(Ch - 2)

"- And then I told her:' Yo, your chicken is dry as hell!' And then she beat me with a stick." You were currently talking with your best pal, Cyan! You two were in the cafeteria taking a snack-break, while everyone was trying to repair the ship by doing their own assigned tasks.

"- H-Heh, that's so you [Y/N]." Cyan said, although their tone was extremely off, like they didn't know what to say. They haven't eaten anything since the day began, and you were starting to worry if they were okay or not.

"- Buddy, are you okay? You haven't touched any of the snacks I brought you, you haven't even eaten a single marshmallow yet, and I thought these were your favorites!" You told them while shoving more potato chips down your mouth.

To you, the situation was mildly confusing, but to "Cyan" it was an absolute nightmare! How are they supposed to keep this up?? You're going to end up blowing their cover, they just know it!

They started to consider making you their next meal, yet if they did it right now everyone would be suspicious of them, since "they" have been with you ever since you two went to do tasks.

Stars help them, because things can go wrong any minute now! They were sweating under the suit out of nervousness and because of how hot and wet the suit was.

They didn't have time to clean the blood inside of the suit, so it was basically really, really sticky inside it.

They were disassociating until you've put your hand on top of theirs.

"- Cyan, what's wrong?!" You sound so worried, so loud yet concerned. For someone that was floating through space using asteroids to move around, your voice is so- Different, from the empty void out there. They aren't accustomed to this feeling yet.

"- I-I am! Don't worry about it, I, I think I just had a really long day, that's all." They lied through their teeth hoping that you would fall for it. But of course, you're way too stubborn to fall for that.

"- Are you sure tho? I- I could call White to see if you're sick, or maybe-" You were interrupted by the Cyan's scream while they suddenly stood up.

"- No! No, please- You-" Stars, they're terrible at this, aren't they?? They just need to shush you for now, they can't let you call someone else! The more people around them the more anxious they'll be and they will obviously be exposed to-

"- Look, [Y/N]-" -They tried to calm themselves, everything is fine, they just need to think of a way to make your worries go away- "- I'm fine, I promise, okay?" They said while putting their hands on your cheeks forcing you to look at their space suit's helmet.

You feel flustered by the sudden movement. Not only were you caught off guard by their sudden reaction, but-

This- this little thing that they did? Was starting to blossom a lot of unwanted flowers inside your heart.

' God, take a grip [Y/N]! You can't be all flustered in a time like this!' You think to yourself while shaking your head to wipe the lovey-dovey thoughts out of your mind.

You just can't help it though! You guess that ever since your team has been stuck in space- No, ever since you first met Cyan in the facility on Earth and were introduced to your team as their new crewmate, you have found yourself having a crush on Cyan. You hate to admit this, but yeah, they were always kinda… Cute, to you.

Ah well, Cyan was always the rascal, the flirty over the top one. The one that was always playing around yet also keeping their head strong when facing a conflict. Always so radiant yet so down to earth. Oh well, here you go, simping again, oh geez...

You try to wake yourself from your fantasy world, this is not the time [Y/N]!

"- Okay-y then! I-I'm really sorry if I was bothering you!" You try to speak up yet you stutter all the way, making you feel embarrassed at how silly you're acting right now.

And while you're dealing with your inner struggles, Cyan is looking at you really confused (not that you would be able to see it because of their helmet). There is something really strange about the way you talk to them that is making them wonder what your previous relationship with this "Cyan" human was all about, and wondering if they can keep it up with this charade if they observe you and learn more about, well, "how to be themselves" around everyone else.

Actually, this may work perfectly! By getting small clues out of you, they'll be able to decipher how to properly imitate humans!

But, they're still oblivious to human emotions, so this may take more time than expected, luckily you two can spend a lot of time alone-

"- Yooooo, look over there y'all!" You two heard someone shouting while coming into the cafeteria. Oh God, really?-

Of course it was Red, who else would be making fun of you two?

Well, he is not mean, he is just- ARGH!! He keeps picking on you for liking them, and it frustrates you so much when he comes looking all smug-

If your face could, it would turn itself into a tomato and probably pop off of your body and roll away from the embarrassment.

Wow… Okay, that was a little exaggerated, but still!-

"- How is my favorite couple doing on this pleasant evening?" He said while coming forward. His words making you turn on your defensive mode instantly:

"- We're not dating you know! I told you this nineteen times, Geez, stop being an ass…" Yep, really subtle how your cheeks lighten up at the idea of being a couple with Cyan.

And while the rest of the crew is now appearing into vision and coming forward to the cafeteria, Cyan is losing their grip ever so slightly- They can't handle this! It's- It's literally too many of you!

They can't take out every single one of you at once! This is terrible!

They need- They need to calm down and take this suit off. The heat is starting to take over their head.

"- So, how's it been for you two? Ya know, beside all the smooching-" Red says as he looks directly at you awaiting your delicious response, which was a little pouty face, so it meant that his job was done for today "- Have you guys finished your tasks?"

"- Oh! Well, we didn't manage to complete everything, the lights turned off out of nowhere and we couldn't see anything!" You tell him honestly. You're still kinda sad about it, it sucks to finish the day without completing everything you needed to.

Everyone's gathering around and sitting at the main table, it's time for a dinner meeting and assignment of tasks for tomorrow before everyone goes to sleep. God, you already miss your bed so much!

"- Ha! I knew it wasn't just in one room!... But yeah honestly me too, I couldn't finish my task because of the blackout. All that I needed to do was to swipe the card though!" Red said, while stealing one of your snacks, which earned a little "hey" coming from you, he was only joking though, as he returns the snack back to you before he can eat any.

"- Well, don't worry, tomorrow we can finish it!" Said Yellow, trying to lighten up the mood by being positive.

"- I sure do hope so-" Orange was about to say when Blue came in and interrupted all of you.

"- But what if we can't do any of them tomorrow?" Their voice echoed through the cafeteria. Everyone was silent as Blue's words caused a new feeling to arise inside the crew's hearts. Despair.

As no one was saying anything, they continued-

"- You guys seriously haven't noticed our situation yet, have you? We're floating through space because or engines have been broken by the asteroids outside, we can't even navigate this spaceship-"

"- We're trying to fix this-" Pink started, but failed to continue.

"- And while we keep "trying" and not actually doing anything, we are all in danger! Even the facility has stopped communicating with us-"

"- Blue! That 's enough!" White had interrupted his rant. His yelling was starting to get hold of Yellow's feelings, she was always sensitive to yelling and loud noises in general. Truth is, that the most positive person in your group was truly the most negative one in this scenario, yet she wanted to keep everyone together, to keep bringing hope inside everyone, even though she herself didn't truly believed in that hope.

"- W-We-" Yellow tried to speak through her sobbing, trying to hold enough strength to control her bottled up emotions from spitting out.

"- Come on, take deep breaths, I know you can do this-" Black tried to comfort her, like he would to everyone aboard.

"- We-We are all going to die here-e." She whispered in between sobs. Her breathing became more frantic and more desperate for air.

It's the eight time this week someone had a breakdown while everyone was present.

"- Blue, seat down." White asked, yet her normally stern voice made it sounded more like a command, which Blue absolutely despised.

"- I'm-" Blue started, yet, stopped themselves. Wanting to say something towards their distressed crewmate yet deciding to go away and miss tonight's meeting. Again.

"- This is stupid." They said before leaving.

"- Blue come back this instant-" White tried to call them, they didn't even look back.

"- … Didn't even apologise…" Brown said, trying to keep his cool even though he couldn't stand Blue's antics ever since the ship was stuck in space.

"- D-Damnit!" Orange punched the table with her wrists. God, she hated every single second spent in this hellish place. She only retracted her anger when she noticed Yellow flinching from the sound.

"- I'm- I'm so sorry Yellow-"

"- It's fine! D-Don't worry about it!" She said while trying to keep her own little charade going on. But after a month, no one believes her at this point.

"- Yellow I can lead you back to your room! Do you want to company?" Said Pink, their voice sounding just as sweet and cute as their personality. The only one helping everyone stay sane by simply being there and saying "Hi!" every "morning".

"- I would like it." Yellow had calmed herself down enough so she could at least say a couple of words. She said her good nights and followed Pink back into her room.

"- It's another meeting wasted." Green said while packing their things.

"- Well, it could be worse, right? Good night everyone!" Said Purple not really caring about anything at this point.

"- Oh, come on everyone! Shouldn't we discuss our tasks for tomorrow?" Red asked, if not begged for them to come back. How has this happened? How has all your crew started to fall apart so easily?

"- Don't worry Red, we can do that tomorrow morning." Black said while comforting White who was having a headache because of the endless fights inside the spaceship.

This was the third time just this week that your meetings were interrupted by arguing. This is only the second time Blue has actually been the cause of it though.

"- Maybe they miss their family?" Lime asked while referring to Blue.

"- We all do." Brown said while standing up and going to his own bedroom. Muttering something through his teeth that no one could understand.

The whole situation happened so fast, you couldn't even understand what just happened!

"- Are, are we-"

"- Yes [Y/N], you're all dismissed." White answered already knowing what you were going to ask.

"- Oh…. Do you want some?" You asked motioning the snacks up to her, which surprised her yet she appreciated the gesture.

"- Thank you…." She whispered. You nod your head and decide to give her some space. You knew that you didn't need to worry too much about it, as Black was there to help her feel better.

If Black wasn't in this ship, she would have already fallen apart. All of you would.

"- Well, I guess dinner has ended sooner than expected!" Red tried to joke to lighten up your mood, to which you give a little chuckle. God, today is a really terrible day isn't it?

"- Uhn, hey, you're okay? You have been quiet throughout the whole meeting." Red asked Cyan.

Oh. Oh no, please no.

"- Uhn? Yeah? I… did?" They're so dead.

"- Yeah, it was… Pretty odd. Last time Blue yelled you had put them in their place, and it was pretty cool of you to stand for Yellow like that". Red said remembering that day. He didn't have anything against Blue, as he knew Blue is trying their best like everyone else. Yet he didn't like how Blue started to act like an ass lately, especially not even apologising towards Yellow or even the whole crew for that matter.

Cyan was sweating like crazy. They were panicking at the beginning of the meeting because of the amount of humans surrounding them, but when they noticed how easily humans let their distrust control them, they decided to let them speak and see what would happen. Seeing them argue with each other made them feel calmer and safer.

' I won't die!' They thought.

But now? They're raising suspicion again, by literally not doing anything??! How is this possible-

"- Well, it is true but, I don't know Red, Cyan has been pretty tired all day, and besides, Blue doesn't listen to us anymore, so it wouldn't matter anyway." You tried to reason. Yes, Cyan was acting a little different, being a little more shy than their normal self but come on now, everyone has their bad days! Maybe today they are not feeling really well….

You looked up at them, trying to show sympathy to your friend who you still thought was having some personal issues of their own.

"- Yeah! Exactly… Today has been pretty crazy! I think I just need some sleep.". Yeah, really crazy! Their body had hit an spaceship filled with free food, and then they had to disguise themselves as one of the humans inside so they could easily take one by one. But now? They're regretting each second of it! Stars, the anxiety eating them from inside is worse than being all alone in space.

Well, if they ever get out alive, they'll at least have some cool story to tell their own kind about…. If there is anyone waiting for them to return, that is.

"- Oh… That sucks buddy, but you got an point, I guess we all need to relax, and hey! Tomorrow is a new day right?" Red smiled at you two, offering a little bit of positive before you two went inside your rooms. Well, he offered a little bit of positive and a hug, to which you had gladly taken.

Although, Cyan was at first really confused about this gesture, so they stayed a little further away from the sign of affection.

"- Oh come on! Stop being a dork, come over here already!" Red said as he pulled Cyan into the tight hug. It was comforting but you couldn't lie that you felt sandwiched between the two, you tried to warn Red that you couldn't breathe, and Cyan was still panicking but now for a different reason.

Because of the helmet, their sense of smell has been limited considerably, yet by being so near to your bodies, they realized they could still take in your scent. Or maybe it was all the blood inside the suit? Who knows, they just knew that the idea of a next meal was absolutely mouthwatering, and they weren't even hungry! Maybe the idea of having a whole place filled with eleven people was starting to make them salivate uncontrollably, as a child having to wait until they can pick their next candy from the jar.

Maybe they could basket in your scent until they actually feel the need to consume another crewmate.

Red was the first to break the hug, but not before fussing your hair.

"- Well, that's my goodbye for today! I need to restore some energy before I can give you two more hugs!" He entered the door behind him, which lead to his room. An oddly well organized bedroom which was only a couple of steps before your own bedroom.

And after your bedroom, there was Cyan's bedroom.

He gave his last goodbyes before closing the door. You can't help but appreciate that dork, the endless bickering between you two was pretty fun in your opinion.

While turning your back you noticed that was Cyan looking straight at you this whole time, which caused you to squeak in surprise. God, they were way too close! And your hair is a mess!

"- Sooooo… I guess we're alone now, right?" You asked timidly, trying your best to make small talk which still came off pretty awkwardly. You avoided their gaze while trying to come up with what else to say.

"- Yes. Yes we are." Cyan said, their tone was unnaturally dark for their nature, yet when you noticed them approaching you closer, you realized what you said.

"- Oh! No, I didn't mean it like-" You tried to explain the the misunderstanding, thinking that Cyan was about to flirt back with you, even though your comment was purely without malice! You swear it!

"- No making out in the halls, ya love birds!" Red opened his door and screamed, with his smug little face.

"- Geez get a room you two!" Said Pink from the other side of the corridor, their voice being really faint because of the distance between you.

"- We were not, okay?!" You yelled hoping Pink would hear it.

"- Shhhh! Some of us are trying to sleep here!" Orange banged on her door while scolding all of you. Even though she herself was making a lot of noise.

"- S-Sorry!" You responded.

Cyan distanced themselves from you, fuck, every single one of them was hearing you two. Were they all listening to your whole conversation? How were they supposed to kill anyone if everyone is this spaceship is an gossip addict? Always listening for the next tea to be spilled.

While looking at your face they recognized that same hue popping off of your cheeks. Are you perhaps sick? Actually, now they have mentioned it- What would happen if they ate a sick human?

"- Your face is red." They mentioned nonchalantly.

"- Sigh… Yeah." You sigh defeated. What's the point of hiding something that is in your face?! Even if it's fainted, everyone can tell at this point. The only person you aren't sure if they know it yet is, well, Cyan themselves.

"- …"

"- …" An awkward silent start emerging from you two, until they ask:

"- Is it because of me?" Did they, I don't know, brought some sort of sickness aboard with them? Are you passing out? Should they be concerned that your meat could be possibly damaged because of this sickness?

Although their tone is really vague, you still interpreted the question as one of their flirtatious jokes. Truth is that Cyan loves going around flirting with everyone, even with you! And they know that this makes you flustered, so you can't tell if they do it because it's fun for them or if-

Or if they like you….. A little bit.

"- Oh no! You won't fool me this time, I know what you're up to!" You say dramatically, trying to change the conversation to have a more silly tone, yet your whole attempt was dismissed, because as soon as you said that, Cyan started shaking anxiously.

You knew? You knew?! Oh stars, they're done for! They're so dead now!

"- W-What?!" They scream, please don't hurt them, they were only hungry and trying to survive!

"- … Uhn, Cyan? I'm joking." You tell your really skittish friend. Geez they really were acting weird! Normally they would have returned your joke but they are acting so easily terrified!

Did something happen in electrical while you were away?

"- Cyan… Are you hurt? You never told me what happened when the blackout happened." You once again ask them if they were okay. What if… They are scared because of something that happened in electrical? What if… They saw something?

"- What? Oh, I'm- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to freak you out like that." They laugh realizing that you were only "joking" with them. Honestly, your jokes are going to be the death of them.

"- Are you okay tho-"

"- Yes, for the fifth time, I'm doing fine [Y/N]." They… Growled? What? Their sudden anger made you take some steps back, what just happened??

They didn't realize how their tone had come off, they needed to be more careful if they wanted to keep your trust. You… You look so distressed! Did they scared you that bad? If not, than why are you distancing yourself? Why are your eyes so… Watery?

"- I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to…." And why were they apologising? Why does your frightened face cause such an intense feeling inside them? They were supposed to harvest your fear as an way to easily control the situation, but instead they can't help but pity your current state.

"- I've been, really stressed out, I didn't mean to yell." They say, half true, half lie. I mean, their first day is already being so strange and stressful, anyone would've expected them to end up blowing up at some point.

"- No! No, don't worry about it, I, sigh… Honestly I'm pretty stressed out myself. I guess I was so worried about you that I ended up bothering you with my questions." You say while guilt starts to form inside you. You haven't given them enough space, maybe you been pestering them too much.

To be honest, everyone was so on edge that you should have expected something like this happening, even from someone as chill as Cyan. Before you even considered finding a way to comfort them so you two could talk about it, Cyan was faster than you and had managed to trap you in their arms.

"- Hey, it's fine. Don't worry too much, I'm glad you're worried but I can reassure you, everything is okay."

It's an little awkward long hug, but you don't really mind, it's not as suffocating as Red's was. Oddly enough, Cyan wasn't being dishonest, but that fact only brought more confusion inside their mind.

"- Well… Goodnight Cyan, I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

"- Yeah, sure…"

After some time spent looking at the ceiling waiting to see if everyone else had gone to sleep, Cyan had gotten out of their bed and started to unzip the space suit frantically.

Putting it on wasn't so hard, but getting out of it feels ten times worse now that they're sweating and tainted with the blood from the suit's previous owner. They don't need oxygen, but the feeling of suffocation inside that thing was starting to get over their heads. They needed something to cool down, anything!

So that's when the ventilation came into mind. The cold air coming from it was pleasant but not nearly enough for them, so they opened the top and got inside.

The cold air mixed with the cool metal touching their skin felt amazing compared to the heat and blood inside the suit. They need to remember to not only clean the suit, but to clean themselves very soon.

Without the helmet, their senses are so much better. They can hear and smell better, the vibrations passing through the ship helping them understand where they are and where they're going, as technically, they're kinda blind.

But who needs a great sight when they can easily smell and hear their prey from kilometers away? Speaking of which, the vents sure do help them a lot in that regard, as they can hear the soft breathing of all of your crewmates sleeping.

The smell of flesh is absolutely incredible! Just the thought makes their mouth water, maybe they deserve a little "midnight snack".

"- Eeny. meeny. miney. You!" They were deciding which one of your group should be the next, and the answer seemed pretty obvious, why not go to the nearest person?

It could lead to some issues with the other crewmates, but when they smelled your scent the need to enter your bedroom was way more important than considering the dangers of acting without thinking.

While entering your room as quietly as possible, they took a look around until they found your sleeping body almost falling from the bed. This is their chance!

Coming near you, savoring in your heavenly smell and dreaming what your taste is like, they-!... They stopped themselves from doing anything.

Your face is going to hit the floor if you continue to slowly slip from your bed.

You speak in your sleep sometimes. Not actual phrases, just occasional words. It's funny actually.

They poked your face multiple times out of curiosity. Were you awake or just dreaming? It seems like it's the latter.

You're still falling in slow motion. There is both the need to see what will happen next, and help you get back into bed.

They could just watch and see what happens. Besides, it is too dark for you to see them anyway.

Hmm… What should they do? Maybe they're wasting too much time by being here. They need to make a decision, it's to either kill you or to go back to their room.

After a couple of minutes of observing, another option has appeared, and they chose that one over the other options. They helped you get back into bed, hopefully you won't slip out again.

Maybe they should stay, just to guarantee you don't fall.

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doctorgerth · 1 year

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a/n: I know this is supposed to be a fluff event but my heart said angst for this...it just fits the prompt haha please forgive me. There’s a happy ending I swear! Law has already claimed your heart...will he claim your lips too? Read to find out! 💋

pairing: Law x GN!Reader

warning: slight angst

word count: 1.5k

candy heart prompt: Sweetheart - Goodbye (For Now)

LAW + SWEETHEART

Today was the day you’d been dreading since your Captain brought it to the crew’s attention.

Today, Law would be leaving to traverse solo to Punk Hazard in efforts to defeat Doflamingo. You’d known about his plan for weeks. Able to prepare in said amount of time, yet your heart still felt so unbearably heavy in your chest.

You’d been avoiding him all day. You knew it was immature, but why did he insist on going alone? Though you were well aware of Law’s obstinance and preference for handling things on his own, you argued endlessly with him about it. Wasn’t this what having a crew was for? To help him succeed; to protect and support him in his endeavors? He denied everyone’s help incessantly, and so you remained in your room as the rest of the crew were seeing their Captain off. Bepo’s pitiful wails echoed off the submarine walls, reminding you of your own sorrow.

You were confident in your Captain’s abilities, but those little bouts of doubt, along with not knowing exactly when he’d return was what left you restless. You’d never been without Law for very long since joining the crew a couple years ago. Now that you knew what you felt for your Captain was too romantic to be considered anything else, you weren’t sure how to handle not having him around for an indeterminate amount of time.

That was another reason you decided to close yourself off. You didn’t trust that you’d be able to keep your feelings in check in such a tender moment. You didn’t know if you could say goodbye without telling him how your heart yearned for him. It was inappropriate, untimely, and surely unrequited. You didn’t want to weigh your Captain down further with awkward feelings from a subordinate. Plus, you couldn’t possibly handle the rejection and having to say goodbye all in the same moment.

A familiar clicking of boots resounded down the hallway. You hoped and prayed they’d stride past your doorway, but of course, they stopped right outside your door. He knocked three times, waited a few seconds, then entered upon his own volition.

“Are you not going to say goodbye?” Was that disappointment in his voice? You hugged your knees tighter to your chest, avoiding his eyes.

“Goodbye, Captain,” you muttered begrudgingly.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Law was shamelessly amused by your pouting. He gently closed the door behind him, setting his duffle bag and Kikoku to the side. He walked casually over to your desk chair, turned it around, and sat down in it to face you, “You know I’m not accepting that.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Please don’t go’? We both know that won’t stop you.” Your words spit out like venom, stinging deep in his wounded chest. If only you knew how hard it was for him to leave. How hard it was to leave you. How if you had begged for him to stay, it’d be impossibly harder to leave than it already was. If anyone could make him stay, it was you.

“I promise I’ll return,” he reassured. He looked and sounded confident, but you didn’t miss the hint of uncertainty laced in that promise.

“When?” you pushed.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not sure.”

You turned to look at him now. His eyes bored into yours, golden and uncharacteristically soft, making you want to leap into his arms and plead for him to stay right there with you. “Can you at least promise to return safe and sound?”

Another shrug. His nonchalance was pissing you off and he knew it well, “I can’t guarantee that.”

“Then don’t go!” you begged louder than intended. He remained stoic as you stared at one another, but underneath the surface, his resolve was crumbling piece by piece. So many unspoken words begging to be heard were lost in the deafening silence.

Law was the first to break the tension, exhaling a deep breath as he motioned you to the edge of the bed, “Come here.”

You wanted so badly to defy him, but you couldn’t. Not when he stared at you so longingly, nor when he offered for you to be close to him like you've always wanted. You huffed as you shuffled along the bed, sat along the edge, and faced him. In this new position, your knees brushed, and that small moment of contact made your saddened heart immediately jumpstart to life; quickening its pace when he reached out and took your hands in his.

The silence returned as Law observed your hands intertwined. You’ve never touched like this before, but it was exactly the kind of intimacy you’d both been craving from one another. The calluses on his hands smoothing over the skin of your own felt comforting, and when he laced your fingers together, neither of you could ignore how perfectly they fit. As if your hands were meant to be held by one another; puzzle pieces at last fitting into place. Law was only making it harder for himself by touching you like this, that much he knew, but he couldn’t leave you without this embrace. In truth, he needed this gentle reassurance just as much. The warmth of your hands in his would be enough motivation to come back alive.

“At least take me with you,” you disturbed the peace with a small sob, “Or anyone. Just don’t go alone, please.”

Law squeezed your hands tightly when you offered yourself to his mission, “I can’t let you come.”

You’ve heard this before, but still, you just wanted to know why. “Why not? I can help with anything you need. I can…”

His fingers untangled from yours, but you didn’t have time to feel empty before his tattooed hands grabbed either side of your face; holding you steady and making you look right into his solemn eyes, “Because if something were to happen to you…” his throat tightened at the idea, voice hoarse as he finished his confession, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Though the way he was touching you so intimately should have been proof enough, those last eight words were the final confirmation you needed to realize that your feelings weren’t as unrequited as you had assumed. Law had deeper feelings for you and your heart soared at his indirect confession while his beat uncontrollably in his chest. It was time you knew.

You could feel the warmth of his ragged breathing against your lips as his face was suddenly inches from yours. His golden eyes flicked down to your lips, holding them in an enraptured stare. His mind was dizzy, fingers numb, lips buzzing with anticipation to feel yours against his own. Law has wanted to kiss you for so long now, but now that the opportunity has arisen, he was embarrassingly unable to do so. Though basking in the comfort of your warmth and wasting the day away with long overdue kisses was a dangerously tempting offer, he had things to take care of elsewhere. He knew you understood that despite your vexations.

His eyes slowly blinked back up to yours, “You’ll be safe with everyone else in Zou. I need you to stay safe. I need you here when I get back. Promise me?”

It took everything within you to nod, feeling lightheaded from the tension. You rested your forehead against his, “Promise me you’ll come back to me?”

After some time, he nodded. When his thumb brushed across your lips, you closed your eyes and sighed. “Save these for me?” he whispered, visibly struggling to not close the distance upon feeling the invitation of your soft lips beneath his fingertip. He was only furthering his torment. “Need something worth fighting for.”

You scoffed with a light smile, “I’ll save a thousand kisses for when you come back.”

Extending the wait to claim what he’s yearned for since his feelings for you were realized would be agonizing, but he was glad to have something to look forward to upon his eventual return. He’d try his best to have a proper confession by then as well. Law pulled you into a tight embrace, cradling the back of your head with one hand and wrapped around your waist with another. You buried yourself into him, imprinting his scent into your memory to hold onto when the days without him were long. Pitiful as it was, Law missed you already, although he was closer to you than ever before.

“Goodbye, Captain,” you whispered into his neck. Your words and heart felt much more full.

“It’s just goodbye for now,” Law muttered, “I’ll claim what’s mine when I get back.” He smirked as he pinched your bottom lip between his fingers.

And we won’t have to say goodbye ever again; a silent promise held safely in his thoughts.

a/n: I told you there’d be a happy ending! Maybe more bittersweet...But! Imagine how sweet the smooch will be in Law’s next chance(s). I have nothing but good intentions, I swear. 😇 Thanks so much for reading! <3

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haledamage · 3 years

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Also, have one I didn't include last time bc two felt like enough: rubatosis, preferably for Nadia/Kurt, but if someone else wants to take it, that's fine by me ;D

the Nadia/Kurt fill for this got really long, long enough that it’s going to get its own separate post 😅 so I decided to write something else for the prompt itself, and it ended up Nadia/Vasco instead! now Nadi gets to have a moment with both her Captains for the same prompt though only Kurt gets smooches this time, sorry Vasco

spoilers for Vasco’s companion quests and Those Big Reveals about de Sardet’s backstory

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rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

As night fell and the last of dinner was finished, Nadia pulled out her journal to make notes about the day as the others spread out to sleep. She just wanted to jot down a quick map of how to get to their campsite, and maybe sketch a few interesting landmarks in the area.

She didn’t know how much time passed as she worked, the camp quiet except for the chirping of crickets and frogs somewhere past the circle of light and the occasional clink of metal from Kurt’s armor as he kept watch.

When she eventually looked up, making sure the ink was dry before carefully shutting the book, she was startled to find that she wasn’t alone. Vasco sat across from her, gazing at the fire and clearly lost in thought.

It had become a familiar look on his face lately. Ever since their encounter with Bastien a few months back, brief as it had been, Vasco had been lapsing into occasional contemplative silence, but after the recent revelations about her own heritage, he'd been keeping to himself more and more often. There was clearly something bothering him, but Nadia didn’t want to poke around in things that weren’t her business. He would seek her out when he was ready to talk about it, she was sure.

As if he heard her thoughts - or maybe just felt her watching him - Vasco suddenly looked up and met her eyes. The flickering flame gave the illusion that the ink on his face moved, dark lines shifting like shadows, and it made it impossible to read his expression.

Wordlessly, Nadia got up from her seat and walked around the fire, sitting down next to him instead. Then she simply waited.

When he finally spoke, it was the last question she would have expected. “Do you ever think about how different things might be between us if I hadn’t been given to the Nauts?”

“You mean if you were still Léandre d’Arcy?” He nodded, and she took a moment to seriously consider it. She struggled to picture him without his tattoos, dressed in one of those embroidered coats Constantin was so fond of. That man was so different from the one sitting next to her that she couldn’t recognize him. “We might never have met.”

Vasco shrugged, the motion almost sullen. “Or we might be like you and Kurt. Lifelong friends.”

“Maybe I would’ve hated you,” she countered, choosing not to correct his assumption; while she certainly considered Kurt her friend now, it had been a long and rocky road getting there. “Maybe you would have hated me.”

“Maybe we would have fallen in love as children.” His quiet voice was absolutely sincere, but the casualness with which he said it made any reply Nadia attempted dissolve before she could speak it. As if, of all the ways their relationship might have developed, that was the most obvious outcome to him.

She gave up and tried a different approach. “And what if the Nauts had kept me, instead of giving me to my mother?” She ignored the ache in her chest that thought caused, unsure exactly what emotion it stemmed from anymore. “Do you think we would have been crewmates? Would you be my Captain instead of my friend?”

“I think it more likely you would have been my Captain.” Vasco laughed a little, eyes distant again for a moment before focusing back on her. “But I see your point.”

“Léandre d'Arcy is a stranger to me, my dear Captain. If you were him, you wouldn't be you. And what a pity that would be.” He laughed again, louder and lighter. She took it as encouragement. One of his hands rested on his knee, and she reached out to cover it with her own. “Maybe in another life, you would have been legate of the Congregation and I would have been the Captain that brought you to Teer Fradee. Or I would have been one of the doneigada that you were in peace talks with.” She squeezed his hand, hoping he could hear the truth of what she was saying--and what she wasn’t ready to say yet. “‘What if’ is all well and good, but it will never hold a candle to what is. Not to me.”

“You don’t ever feel like you missed out? That who you are isn’t who you were supposed to be?” Vasco’s voice was barely above a whisper, nearly drowned out by the crackling fire, but loud enough to hear the anguish in it.

His thoughts were practically identical to hers on those first long nights after her true lineage had come to light. Nadia chewed on her lower lip as she tried to figure out a way to explain her own feelings, the words coming slowly. “I think… if either of us had done anything different, been anyone different than who we are… then we wouldn’t be sitting here together right now. And I… I don’t like to imagine my life without you in it.”

Vasco fell silent again, but instead of the fire his gaze drifted to their hands. He gently slipped his hand out from under hers, and she bit back a twinge of disappointment at the loss of contact.

Disappointment gave way to wonder when, instead of withdrawing like she expected, he only pulled off his gloves. He offered his now-bare hand and a soft, almost timid smile to her. After a few seconds to get over her surprise, Nadia gratefully accepted both; she quickly removed her gloves as well, then took his hand again, lacing their fingers together.

She could feel her heartbeat in her palm where it pressed against his, too aware of the frantic pace of it and the fact that he could probably feel it too. It sped up even further when he swept his thumb over her knuckles in a gentle caress.

“Thank you,” Vasco said suddenly, breaking her out of her reverie. “You’ve given me… a lot to think about.”

“You’re welcome.” Nadia hesitated, knowing what she should ask but not really wanting to. “Do you want me to--”

“No,” he interrupted, clearly already anticipating what she was going to say. He held her hand a little tighter as if to prevent her from leaving. “Stay. If you don’t mind.”

She settled back down immediately, trying to hide her relief behind a smile.

They let silence fall between them again. There was nothing else that needed to be said - not yet, at least. It was enough to just sit together by the fire, hand in hand.

#greedfall #nadia de sardet #nadia/vasco #nothing to see here just two people with a mutual crush also having similar identity crises nbd #I delayed starting his third quest until after Treason! and it really makes a lot more sense there #give a man time to think before taking up a loyalty mission! and maybe time to fall in love instead of confession in the first week lmao

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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For the Alphabet I would like Usopp please. ❤️✨ thank you dearie 💕

Thank you again for your monetary support, honey! It is so very appreciated. Here’s my thank-you!:

Fluff Alphabet: Usopp

A- Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

One of Usopp’s favorite pastimes is fishing, and he’ll be ecstatic if his s/o enjoys it, too! There’s nothing better to him than an afternoon perched on the balustrade of the ship with lines in the water, enjoying the tranquility of the open sea. If his s/o is more of the competitive sort, there will always be some kind of bet involved- who can catch the most, who can catch the biggest, who can catch the prettiest. It’s never a dull moment!

Additionally, Usopp is very artistic, as we all know. He’s gonna jump at the opportunity to use his s/o as a model for all sorts of projects, if they don’t mind, of course. Usopp’s a joker so of course he’s gonna keep the mood light even as he’s concentrating, and he doesn’t mind if his muse has to take a few moments to collect themselves because they’re cracking up!

On top of that, Usopp is going to be very attuned to his s/o’s interests and will want to take part in them as well!... As long as it isn’t too scary, that is.

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Usopp is gonna love his s/o from bottom to top, but I feel like in particular he’ll love their face. It’s an art aesthetic thing. He’s gonna know every detail about his partner’s face, from the way the highlights strike in their irises to the exact shine pattern of their lips to any little freckle or mole they have. He loves squishing his partner’s cheeks, nose kisses, eskimo kisses, or even just shoving his hand in their face while laughing. He loves to stare into his partner’s face while their sleeping, analyzing the way the moonlight falls over it. Such tendencies will lead to many a night where his s/o awakens in confusion with Usopp hard at work on an inspired art project…

I feel like Usopp is self-conscious about his nose. It’s a unique trait, and even though the Grand Line is full of weirdness, it bothers him! Poor thing can’t kiss properly without fear of poking his s/o in the eye! There’s nothing he can do about it, of course, and he’ll just laugh it off because Usopp is not one to openly admit his insecurities without prying. The best thing his s/o can do is shower him in nose kisses! This boy will get so flustered and happy so fast.

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

This boy loves to cuddle period, but he loves, loves, loves spooning! There is no better feeling to him than having his big arms wrapped around his s/o holding them tight, back flush to his chest and his face tucked into the crook of their neck or his chin resting atop the crown of their head. It makes him feel like a strong protector. But even if it isn’t spooning, Usopp loves all the ways to cuddle. He’s a snuggle bunny and he is not afraid to hide that!

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

One day Usopp would like to return to Syrup Village and settle down with his s/o once he’s had his fill of his adventures. Usopp already knows he wants to have children, because he wants to regale them with his tales of the sea (true and exaggerated and complete lies alike). Once he’s finished sailing, he wants to open an art gallery or shipwright business on the island, because next to sailing, crafting in every form is his passion. Usopp definitely fantasizes about the future a lot and his s/o is a very prominent figure in his future. He very much values their support and encouragement.

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Usopp isn’t terribly stubborn or domineering when it comes to relationships. He’s actually a bit insecure, given his scaredy-cat nature, and initially his s/o will definitely play the leading role in guiding him through the ropes. As his confidence builds and he fears less about messing up, it definitely becomes more of an even split. He would never want to be controlling of his partner, and more than that, he loves an independent and strong soul.

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Poor Usopp! Fights make him so sad! This poor thing will be so pitiful trying to figure out where he went wrong and how to make it right. Most often he apologizes first because he just can’t stand the idea of his beloved being angry with him, and he will present a new work of art or hand-carved trinket of sorts as a placating present.

Usopp is a liar; he grew up with that habit and it’s hard to break, and he unfortunately can’t keep the habit out of his love life. Most of them are harmless white lies, but this can be grating on many people and I feel like this would be the root of the problem with his s/o, especially if he lies about something big. Usopp will really need to be trained out of this compulsive lying because truth and honesty are the foundation of a relationship. Usopp’s partners will have to be in it for the long haul and willing to work for it, because this aspect of him will make it rocky in the beginning. But Usopp can learn and he will stop the harmful lies for his s/o’s sake, because he loves them to death and hates that his bad habit is a strain. Once they are over this hump, Usopp and his s/o will never fight (except maybe over his occasional cowardice, depending on their personality).

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Usopp isn’t afraid of showing how grateful he is, and he’ll come right out and say it. Hugs, smooches, sweet words of gratitude whispered in his s/o’s ear- this boy is a whole ass sweetie. If he’s feeling extra gratuitous he’ll prepare a gift for his s/o. He’ll have Sanji whip up a nice dinner for the two of them, plan a fun little date, or whip up a cute little present. Usopp has many ways of showing his gratitude and he does it a lot, because he’s very thankful someone is willing to stand by him.

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

Usopp doesn’t want to stress on his honeymoon, and so his ideal vacation would be a trip to an architectural/cultural landmark. He’s an artistic soul and would adore to study cultural art with his s/o. Holding hands while taking walks through ancient ruins or art museums, attending festivals and trying local cuisine, spending lazy nights by a hotel pool drinking cocktails and sketching his beautiful s/o… That’s the dream for Usopp. Of course he will make concessions to include anything and everything his s/o wants to do and see, because it isn’t just about him. He’ll even compromise and do some adventurous stuff, even if his knees are knocking together the whole time! That’s how much he loves and cherishes his s/o!

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

As I previously mentioned, Usopp is not one to openly deal with his insecurities. He’s gonna try to talk big and hide them. Even though he has grown stronger, Usopp still is bitter about his weakness and tendency to cower. He fears his s/o is going to be swooned by a bigger, beefier, braver man, and this gets to him, a lot. When his s/o approaches him about it, he’ll laugh it off and act tough, but poke at him enough and that wall will crumble- and this poor boy is gonna be a blubbering mess. He’s so sensitive. It will take a lot of comfort from his s/o to convince him they love him they way he is and don’t need a big strong man because they already have him! Kiss his forehead and tell him he’s tough, and this man will follow you to the ends of the Earth.

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Because of his insecurities, Usopp has a jealous streak, for sure. He knows that his own crewmates will never make a move on you, but other pirates are another matter. Usopp will be glued to his s/o’s side during supply runs or any other instant another person can make passes at his s/o. So many bad scenarios run through his hand, making him a jittery, nervous wreck. This can sometimes lead to him popping off and coming to his s/o’s defense when it is totally unnecessary. If the opponent looks like one he can’t take, this boy isn’t gonna make much of a show of himself because he’ll be sweating and shaking- but he’ll still do it. He’ll swallow his fear and proclaim that he is your man and no one is gonna take you from him! It’s sweet, really. Most of the time his s/o has to calm him down and tell him that the situation doesn’t call for it, which makes him immensely relieved. But if his s/o actually is being hit on, they’ll need to save him because this boy is probably going to get his ass beat.

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Usopp is going to obsess over the first kiss. He wants it to go perfectly, and he’s going to plan opportunities in excruciating detail. However, he’ll never be able to muster up the courage and the chances will slip right through his sweaty fingers. Most likely, his s/o will have to initiate the first kiss. He’ll be in his head real good so they’ll definitely catch him off guard; he’ll freeze up, eyes blown wide and crossed down his nose as he feels their lips on his, fingers twitching because he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Once his s/o pulls back he’ll start huffing and puffing nervously, saying he wants to try again because he should have done better. It’ll be simple and boyish, but undoubtedly a cute first-second kiss.

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Like the first kiss, Usopp is gonna obsess over this moment and have so many plans that don’t pan out. However, he’ll have a bit of confidence at this point, and so finally he’ll be able to muster up the courage. He’ll plan a romantic date under the starlight, whether it’s dinner or fishing or a walk on an island. He’ll take his s/o’s hands and look straight in their eyes, face beet-red as he tells them he loves them and would become a strong warrior of the sea that will protect them always. When his s/o returned the sentiment though he’ll start crying because he’s so overwhelmed. Usopp feels some strong feelings.

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Usopp definitely wants to get married! This man dates to get married, no casual flings for him. Usopp has an eye for the aesthetic so the wedding is going to be beautiful and perfect; the best decorations and flowers and food and everything. He doesn’t want a huge wedding, but he would like to get married with all his friends in attendance. He actually fantasizes about getting married on the island of Elbaf, as this is the epitome of his dream and symbolizes everything he is. If that isn’t possible, though, he’ll want to marry at Kaya’s mansion in his home village, because it’s an absolutely gorgeous venue and he wants his three stooges to be his ring bearers!

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Usopp is an absolute sweetheart and this reflects in his nicknames. “Honey,” “gorgeous,” “sweetie,” and “cupcake” are go-tos, but if he’s hard in his feels, he’ll say “my love” or “love of my life” too.

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Usopp is the absolute cutest when he’s in love. He becomes a total airhead because his mind will be on his s/o 24/7. This makes him kinda clumsy, leading to several falls from the netting or tripping over railings to fall down to the lower deck. He’ll also have this dreamy, faraway look on his face, just sitting there fantasizing. It became a game seeing how many things the crew could stack on his head before he noticed. The record is ten. As such, it is totally obvious that Usopp is in love because he just can’t hide it. Even after they are together, he’s always doing things and saying things that it’s just painfully obvious even to total strangers. What can I say; my boy isn’t shy to be in love!

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Yes! This boy loves to display his affection! Whether he is on the giving end or the receiving end, this boy is ecstatic. Hand-holding, little kisses, sweet nothings, he loves it all. He’ll be so touchy that it will get annoying to the more grumpy members of the crew, but Usopp will just be more obvious about it in retaliation. There is nothing wrong in showing how much he loves his s/o! Real men aren’t afraid to show their affections loud and proud!

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Usopp’s got meticulous attention to detail and so he will pick up quick on his s/o’s habits, likes, and dislikes. This makes tailoring his gifts to them quite an art, because they’re just so unique to his s/o! It also makes surprises very easy. He’ll pay close attention to what his s/o eyes in a store or speaks about, and lo and behold, it’ll show up wrapped on their bed not too long after. Usopp’s a boatload of fun, too, so it makes the relationship really bubbly and happy. His easygoing atmosphere is infectious, and one can’t help but feel at ease around him. He also tells the best jokes, ever.

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Usopp is a total romantic. This boy will swoon and swoon hard, and he is gonna do everything for the sun for his s/o and everyone is gonna know about it. Because of his artistic talents, his gifts and gestures are very creative. There will be many a time his s/o is breathtaken by his inventive gestures. Usopp isn’t afraid of the old tried-and-true, though! He always manages to put some personal flair into the gesture, though, such as giving his s/o a bouquet of papercraft flowers instead of store-bought ones.

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Usopp may blend the lines of fact and fiction, but he doesn’t have anything he really wants to hide, necessarily. Once the relationship is deep and strong, Usopp won’t want to hide anything from his s/o. He is gonna tell them everything, good and bad, so they can work through it together.

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Routine bores Usopp! To him, every day in the relationship is the chance to try something new or learn something new! He is definitely not one to settle into routine, so a relationship with Usopp is a wild ride for sure. It’s so hella fun that one won’t mind, though.

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

Usopp knows his s/o better than they know themselves. He is very perceptive and observant, and he will know every minute detail about them. This makes it very easy to sort through problems and bumps in the road. He’s not a very argumentative guy, either, so there’s almost no butting heads aside from his lying problem (and again, that’s only a temporary problem). Usopp is a great listener and will help his s/o work through their own things too. Honestly, this guy is so empathetic and sweet it’ll kill you.

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Usopp values his relationship extremely highly. He holds his s/o and his dream of being a great warrior of the sea in tandem, because to him, he can’t be a good boyfriend if he doesn’t achieve his dream. Advancing his relationship and working toward his goal go hand-in-hand, and he selfishly is unwilling to sacrifice either for the other’s sake. This mans is gonna find a way to have both, so help him God!

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Love notes. He hides love notes everywhere. Sticking them in his s/o’s books, hiding them in their sock drawer or slipping them into their pockets, sticking them to the mirror while they’re in the shower, laying them on their pillow before they go to sleep- so many love notes. They’re most often corny love puns and they never fail to make his s/o smile.

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Usopp is into all five love languages, okay. Usopp shows his love in every and any way possible. This man would pull the moon outta the sky if you asked for it. However, I feel like physical touch is his greatest way of showing affection. He just loves to hug and hold and kiss his partner all day, every day. There will be no question that Usopp loves you, ever.

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Oh, this boy. Hims gets so sad. It’s a bad time for the crew because he will loudly and annoyingly mope. Sighing, groaning, lamenting aloud- Usopp just can’t deal with not having his partner around. He even has to invest in a body pillow so he can hug it and hold it at night because he just can’t stand to not have his s/o by his side at night! (Luffy and Chopper play a prank by printing his s/o’s face to it and he gets even sadder, which really backfires for the crew. Nami beats them up and makes them buy Usopp another blank one).

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Usopp will follow his s/o anywhere. His s/o is one of the most important things in the world to him, and he is going to do anything and everything possible to preserve it. Usopp falls fast and hard, so he gets to this point pretty early on. My boy loves stronger than the force of ten sun, with every fiber of his being. If his s/o is in deep trouble, it’ll spur him into action no matter how scared he is, and he’ll fight like a lion for them. Someone may have to back him up, but he’s gonna try, dammit!

#one piece #usopp #sniper usopp #one piece usopp #fluff alphabet #op usopp

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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K, L, O for Bartolomeo pls?

Here comes the first one~ Thank you for sending this in sweetie, I hope you like it :)!

Fluff Alphabet- Bartolomeo

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is overall a pretty decent kisser, but girl be careful with those teeth👀!!! Most of the time Bartolomeo tends to be rather sloppy and way too eager when it comes to smooching sessions with you- he immediately starts at a hundred with his tongue wiggling across your lips before you can even try and properly adjust yourself, jeez! And your first kiss is a perfect example of just how impatient he can be- your lips haven’t even made proper contact yet but his tongue is already poking its way inside of your mouth, eager to explore every little nook and cranny… but oh oh, the foreign sensation of his wet muscle being ‘sucked’ into your little cave almost caused poor Barto to gag right on the spot, and so he quickly pulled away before things would get gross! Ooof, not a pleasant memory…

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

His ‘confession’ is quite the beautiful mess xD Once he made up his mind, Bartolomeo actually told every member of his crew that he would finally confess to you, and in order for everything to go off without a hitch he had them hide all around the place, with notes on what to say if he ever forgets something… and things go rather well at first, but as soon as his eyes leave you and travel to the note held by a crewmate hiding behind a houseplant, it gets wild. Not only because he has to squint to read what’s on the paper (which looks quite suspicious in the first place) but also because unfortunately, no one bothered to keep track of the order of the notes! So Bartolomeo’s next sentence starts with „..so ya need to let me be your boyfriend“ and continues with „that meat sits in the cooler, already waiting for us“

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

His fixation on you is a bit similiar to the Luffy one at first- part of his behaviour is almost like a reflex Barto can’t suppress; he just needs to see you and that fuzzy and exciting feeling immediately spreads through his entire being like a lightning bolt, which makes it impossible for the poor guy to stay calm! He’s like an attention-seeking puppy when it comes to you, and clearly doesn’t even care if everyone can see it! As soon as your name pops up in a conversation his entire behaviour changes and now you are all he can talk about! Bartolomeo admires and loves you so much, he could gush all day long! …But, unlike with Luffy, no one else is allowed to actually join in and fawn over you unless they want to catch his fists, so proceed with caution!

#one piece #bartolomeo one piece #fluff event #op headcanon #one piece headcanon #one piece imagine

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punks-never-die205 · 8 months

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afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 10: Unforeseeable

You weren't sure if the tension was heavy because you couldn't see, or if it would be worse if you could see. Either way you were getting irritated because the conversation regarding your impending surgery was starting to fall apart. The surgery would be the end all be all of whether you got to see again or not and you didn't want to watch it fall apart.

Or, well, listen to it all fall apart.

"I can't do a surgery like this on your ship, Eustass-ya." Trafalgar growls. His patience had been thin before the conversation started, and his otherwise even tone had been taking on an edge. "Your second's welcome onto my ship, but only required personal are in the room during a surgery. It's that way with any hospital."

"I'm not trusting my crewmate to a creepy hack without having someone to keep an eye on things!" Eustass barks back. He was showing, for him, admirable restraint. He hadn't just tossed every bit of metal off the beach and into the ocean.

"A compromise then." You snap. It was your sight on the line, you deserved to speak up. "Let Killer be as close as possible, even if he can just hear what's going on. I want him nearby." You felt your face going red, even if you didn't know who was or wasn't looking at you. "And if he does anything you can just, uh..."

The doctor had touched you earlier to look at your eyes, and you'd been trying to sort out how his complicated devil fruit functioned while the conversation had fallen apart. You thought you had a decent enough grasp at this point.

You put your hand out. "Room."

The tension in the air grew and shifted entirely. The two captains were no longer at odds, instead the entire beach seemed to be staring at you.

"Kick him out, you can do that, right?" You prompt.

You didn't want to actually try to activate the ability that shifted things within the room. It felt like something that was precise and finnicky, and trying to do it without being able to see seemed too risky.

"Brat, drop it." Eustass says, and his voice sounds more scared than anything else, though you imagine he has a scowl on his face.

Nodding, you let the room slip away. The silence that followed would've been worse, but at least the bickering had ceased, so you could handle some heavy silence.

"How-?" Trafalgar's voice sounded like Eustass', there was an edge of fear on it.

"Fix my eyes." You interrupt. "I think that's a fair trade."

There was another damnable silence before Trafalgar spoke again. "Fine. We'll get the room prepped. You haven't eaten anything lately?"

"I skipped dinner and haven't eaten today." You admit, it was part of your aggravation currently, that was for sure.

"That works." You could hear him turn and start to walk away. "Come over after Eustass-ya is done reprimanding you."

You flinch and turn toward the general direction of your captain. Eustass' big hands were on your shoulders and you were inwardly very pleased that you could not see the look on his face right now. You weren't scared of Eustass "Captain" Kid, per se, but he was exceptionally skilled at intimidation, and you weren't exactly doing your best.

"Brat." The tone in his voice was hard to decipher, and suddenly you wished you could see his expression.

"Sorry, captain." You offer meekly, not entirely sure what you were sorry for.

His hands tightened and you could feel him trembling through his grip. At first you were worried you were going to have some extra wounds for Law to fix before he got to your eyes, but then you heard Killer speak from behind you.

"That space you created... we couldn't see where it ended." He explains, and there was an unsettled tone in his voice as well.

"That's... uh... bad?"

"We're going to get into a problem of 'depends on how you define bad'," Killer admits, ruffling your hair. "Trafalgar's going to have a lot of questions when he's done. I've never heard of him making a room bigger than 100 meters in diameter."

"Oh." You shrug, and then start to laugh, and there's almost a hysterical edge to it. You hear Eustass growl and it pulls you back into reality a bit. "Sorry, I just thought 'I guess we'll just have to wait and see', and before I could say it I just," you start laughing again, but it was a much more controlled giggle than the manic sound from before.

"Let's get you over to that weird submarine and then get you fed." Killer states, lifting you up bodily and carrying you against his shoulder.

. . . . .

You sat in a recovery room with Killer nearby, fresh bandages over your eyes, sipping on some apple juice that one of the crew had brought in for you. The whole process had gone smoothly, Trafalgar Law even let Killer into the operating room after your actions on the beach. You could tell from the footsteps when Law entered the room, like with Eustass there was a confidence in his stride. You imagined most ship captains had a certain level of confidence, you'd need it to run a ship, especially a pirate ship.

But while Eustass' confident stride seemed to plow the very air out of his way, Trafalgar's stride simply swept it aside.

"Leave that on until you get back to your ship. Take it off some place dim, give your eyes time to adjust. Stay out of the sun for a couple days at least. Everything went smoothly, if you have any problems with your vision chances are they're permanent but give everything a week before you panic or pester me." There was a professional cadence to his words, even if they had an irritated bite to them.

"I did this for payment, so start talking." He states sharply, and you hear him sitting down.

"I was born this way," you say, holding onto Killer's hand as you spoke. "I can swim perfectly fine, and I don't have any ill side-effects. When I touch Devil Fruit users, I can copy their ability. If I keep holding onto them, I can consciously decide to block their abilities, but I don't like doing that. The World Government found me when I was little, raised me as a member of CP9, and a few years ago I left. I've been dodging them since, until I ended up on the captain's ship and got to here."

"How'd you make a room so large?"

You shrug. "I can only hold onto a power for a few minutes, so I don't have to worry about my stamina draining or fatigue, not like someone who has it 'on' all the time. Most fruits are pretty straight forward, but yours took me some time to figure out how it worked. When I pulled the trigger on the room it just... came out. Unlike you though, I don't have to consider making multiple rooms a day.

"Honestly," you admit after a moment. "If I had been able to see it probably wouldn't have been so big. Reaching out like that was probably more frustration than conscious decision."

"You're awfully forthcoming," Law states. There wasn't anything in his voice, it was more like he was warning you against being so honest and less like he was threatening you in any way.

"I'm part of the Kid Pirates," you answer. "What do I have to fear when I'm not alone?"

#Unseen #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #x reader #reader insert #one piece fanfiction #canon au

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Sing Your Heart Out

Oh look, I’m back again with more fanfiction. This time its actually not sad! Kinda. Look, just trust me on this one its not as sad as the other two I did (one of which I scheduled wrong, I thought today was wednesday not tuesday so you’ll see the second fic tomorrow.) In all seriousness, this one is a bit more lighthearted. I’m posting here first to give a buffer between what goes up on my AO3. I’m churning fics out way too fast at this point. In any case, fic under the cut. Enjoy!

"I still don't know how you managed to talk me into going along with this, Gary." Avocato said as he and the rest of the Galaxy One crew headed to a karaoke bar Gary hadn't been able to shut up about for the last few days. With the breach to Final Space closed and Earth becoming moderately populated again they felt they had more than earned an extended break. As the entered the establishment they grabbed an adequate table up near the front stage.

"Come on Avocato, you know you wanna belt out some tunes." Gary said, flagging down a waitress so they could order drinks. "Or do you have stage fright?"

"Are you hearing this Quinn?" The Ventrexian asked the ex-Infinity Guard member.

"I dunno, Avo. Gary has a point. Only someone with stage fright would dread coming here." She said.

"So what does that make you then? You didn't wanna come." Little Cato said with a smirk.

"Oh I know you aren't lecturing me shortstop, you didn't want to come either." She said.

"Guys, guys! Save your vocal cords for the stage!" Gary said. "Let's make this a bit more interesting. Why don't we make a bet. Person that gets the crowd the most excited with their singing won't have to do chores for two months."

"No chores? Count me in!" Little Cato said eagerly. Like a typical teenager he was always looking for an excuse to get out of chores and if he had to sing some rock music to do it then he definitely would.

"Hey if it means that I don't have to wash the ship every weekend I'm down." Avocato said. Karaoke wasn't really his thing but with a voice as deep as his he could easily win this by picking a good R&B song.

"Two months of just relaxing without having to vacuum up KVN's cookie crumbs? Sounds like heaven to me, I'm in." Quinn said with a smirk, determined to win. Unbeknownst to her crewmates, Quinn was a semi-professionally trained singer and had been a choir girl for years before her stint in the Infinity Guard. They didn't stand a chance.

"Then its settled! We'll draw straws to see who will be the first victim." He said, going to grab a handful of straws. The four of them drew one by one with Gary going last. "Alright, so Quinn is first, LC's second, Avocato you're third which leaves the best for last, me."

"You guys are going down." Quinn said, getting up to talk with the DJ. They all performed to varying levels of success. Quinn won the ladies over with her rendition of Broken Clocks by Sza, Little Cato got everyone headbanging with System of a Down's Chop Suey, and Avocato came to make the panties drop with Careless Whisper by Wham. All of them won over the crowd in their own ways and it seemed like there wouldn't be a clear cut winner. Gary was a bit nervous, especially since his song wasn't something flashy like the others. He also had another reason to be nervous but he pushed that aside in favor of his usual cocky facade to conceal things.

"Well you all did your best, but your best is about to be not good enough." He said as he got up from the table to head over to the DJ booth. He took a deep breath as he told the DJ what he wanted to sing, cheeks just a bit red in embarrassment. The DJ raised an eyebrow but he'd gotten weirder requests before and confirmed that he could do that for Gary. He took the mic handed to him and headed up to the stage. He could hear his pulse racing in his ears and part of him thought this was an incredibly bad idea, that he should just go pick a different song. But another, stronger part of him wanted to do it.

He stood in the center of the stage, watching the teleprompter so he wouldn't have to stare out into the crowd and panic. A hush fell over the patrons as the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell on Gary. He brought the mic up to his lips and nodded at the DJ, who started the track. A gentle piano intro started, light yet soulful at the same time before he began.

"If I could begin to be, half of what you think of me. I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love...."

He looked out into the crowd, eyes locking with Avocato's and suddenly, all doubt and anxiety washed away as he sang.

"When I see the way you act, wondering when I'm coming back. I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you. Love like you."

Avocato, as well as Quinn and Little Cato, were completely stunned by not only Gary's song choice, but also the fact that he could actually sing. The emotions Gary was holding onto couldn't be contained any longer and he couldn't stop them from pouring into the song lyrics as he sang.

"I always thought I might be bad now I'm sure that its true. 'Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you. Look at you go! I just adore you I wish that I knew.....what makes you think I'm so special....."

He didn't even realize when he stood up and walked over to the stage, all he knew was that suddenly he was face to face, eyes locked to his as he continued singing.

"If I could begin to do, something that does right by you. I would do about anything, I would even learn how to love.....When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you. Love me, like you."

He finished softly, the piano slowly closing out as the crowd watched in silence. Gary's cheeks burned bright red as Avocato stared at him.

"Did you....did you do that for me?" He asked carefully. Gary simply nodded, mouth dry as he felt all eyes on them. He didn't even have time to react as Avocato pulled him into a kiss, the crowd erupting into cheers as they watched. When he pulled away Gary had the most delightfully dazed look on his face.

"I...take it you liked the song?" He asked, still a bit hesitant despite having just been smooched in a crowded karaoke bar by the man he spent the last three minutes serenading.

"I loved it." He said, kissing him again. After finally getting down off the stage and being bought several rounds of drinks by some very moved patrons in the bar, they headed back home. "I swear, if I knew this was what you were willing to go through just to ask me out I'd have said yes to coming sooner. You coulda just asked without going through such an elaborate set up."

"Yeah but then you wouldn't have heard me blow the minds of everyone in the crowd, win the bet, and get us free drinks." Gary boasted, full of liquid courage and feeling a bit sassy. "Which reminds me, I in fact won the bet. I got the crowd the most pumped and moved which means I don't have to do jack for the next two months."

"Hey wait, that's cheating!" Little Cato declared. "I didn't know the bet was just part of your plan to ask my dad out!"

"And since it was your plan shouldn't that automatically disqualify you from the bet?" Quinn added.

"She's got you there, babe." Avocato chimed in.

"Hey, I'm the captain of this crew! And I say the bet was still valid even though it was all part of my grand and elaborate scheme to get Avocato to go out with me!" He said. "Therefore, I still win because I said so."

"That's not at all how it works. Not even remotely."

"We should see what H.U.E has to say about your idea."

"Tough titty whompahs. And H.U.E has no say in this, I'm the captain after all!" Avocato just chuckled and shook his head, slinging his arm over Gary's shoulders.

"Whatever you say, captain. At least your plan worked." He said, kissing his new boyfriend on the cheek. Gary blushed, rather happy with how this situation turned out. Yeah they were fighting about a dumb bet he definitely, without a doubt won, but it was still a good feeling and he couldn't be happier.

So a bit of an afternote; this started as something for my Forces AU stuff but I couldn’t work the idea in because it felt too rushed for the pairing I’m trying to slow burn. But I didn’t want the idea to go to waste so I figured I’d put out another Final Space fic while the idea was still fresh. The song choices also have some importance as well. I gave Broken Clocks to Quinn because it fit her personality and Sza is bae. Chop Suey fit Lil C’s looks and personality greatly and I just wanted an excuse to have Avocato singing Careless Whisper. I also kept the song choice Love Like You for Gary because the lyrics fit his less boisterous personality and insecurities so well. Plus its one of my favorite songs from Steven Universe.

#Final Space #fanfiction #song fic #lucky you you guys get the fic first #garycato #forgot about that

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