#2500 gremlins for bas

[sir-crocodile-smile]

“Tell me what you want.”

Hello hello!! As my life is getting some stability back, I’m able to write some more! Yay! I hope you all will enjoy this one. This is for @some-piece​‘s follower milestone event, 2500 Gremlins for Bas! (Thank you Bas, for extending the deadline and giving me a chance to do this prompt justice.) I asked for an n.sfw prompt, and got “Tell me what you want”.

Ohhh Baaaaas~ I’m here with a very spicy gift for youuuuuu! Congratulations on your INCREDIBLE follower milestone, you deserve all of them! Thank you for being so wonderful and supportive. So please enjoy this, ahem, particular piece of spiciness for your 2500 Gremlins Event!

CW: obviously n.sfw, cis female reader, featuring dom!Law, bondage, blindfolding, hickeys, edging, brat taming, spanking, begging

    “Tsk, tsk, you’ve been poorly behaved today, baby girl,” Law purred just behind your left ear, sending shivers down your spine. You would have turned your head to look at him, but it wouldn’t have done any good. The silk blindfold over your eyes blocked your vision, and with your hands tied securely behind you, there was no way it was coming off soon. You felt the bed dip behind you under Law’s weight as his long fingers traced over your skin, brushing across the back of your neck teasingly. “I’m going to have to punish you…”

    “Oh? You’re gonna punish me?” You taunted. He was right, you were in the brattiest of brat moods today, and weren’t about to cave under a few slightly stern words. At your remark, Law reached around and grabbed you by the chin harshly. His grip was iron as he leaned you back onto his chest, and you could feel his defined abs into your back. His other hand gripped your hip bone and started tracing agonizingly slow circles there. 

    “I don’t think you understand just the position you’re in, little girl.” His hand traveled south, hovering just above your core. “But I wonder… how long can you keep up that bratty act before you’re begging for my cock?” 

    “Pretty long if this is how you plan to tease me,” you smirked, knowing this would rile him even more. But instead of a low growl, you hear a dark chuckle rise from his chest.

    “Oh, you’re in for it today, baby girl.”

    You don’t know how long Law held you here, teasing your clit mercilessly and sucking harsh purple marks into the soft skin of your neck, but your legs were shaking. You wanted to cum so badly, wanted something inside you so you could finally reach that peak Law had been pushing you towards, but you didn’t want to admit how much his teasing had been getting to you. His teeth scrape across a sensitive part of your neck and you mewl, causing him to pause.

    “Oh? Caving already?” You could feel his devilish smirk against your skin, and it irked your pride.

    “No,” you panted. “Definitely not.” Law chuckled.

    “That so? Not even when I do… this?” He asks as one of his long fingers curls inside you, causing you to moan out loud. “Sounds like you’re about to cum… If you’re a good girl and ask nicely, I’ll let you cum.” His finger slowly dragged in and out of you, painfully slow, too slow to push you over the edge. However, when you stubbornly held on to your pride, Law slowly retracted his hand completely, and just when you were so, so close! You couldn’t help the whine that rose out of your throat.

    “Law…”

    “What’s that? You want something, [Y/N]?” He cooed in your ear and it was like a siren song… but you held out, shaking your head. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Then I’ll have to bring you down before I edge you again.” Suddenly you found yourself face down on the bed, ass in the air as he fondled it roughly. Quickly, the hand left only to come down on your ass sharply. The sound of skin on skin cut the silence like a knife, amplified by the fact you were relying on your hearing for nearly everything. He spanked you again, on the other cheek this time, and you hissed as you felt the sting. 

    He kept you there, waiting in suspense for when the next spank would come, each one making you jolt more as your skin became more sensitive. When you finally let out a whimper, Law’s hand came to rest on your ass, caressing it soothingly.

    “Now… you can either be a good girl and beg for my cock, or you can get another round of edging and spanks,” he purred, running his index finger down your spine enticingly. “Which will it be, baby girl? Tell me what you want.” Even your brattiness couldn’t stand up to the way your body ached for him in that moment, wanted, needed him to give you that promised pleasure you had been craving since you started trying to tease him earlier today. You writhed against the restraints that held you firmly, and finally let out a long, needy whine that made Law grin devilishly.

    “Fuck me! Law, I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction between your legs. You felt long hands spread your thighs apart as one of his thumbs traced the wetness that was shining down your inner thigh. 

    “I didn’t hear you say ‘please’,” Law purred sadistically. A singular digit swiped across your folds, that one touch heightening the throbbing sensation you felt in your core to an unbearable level as you clenched around nothing.

    “Nnnngh, please! Please Law, just fuck me already! I can’t take it anymore…” You felt Law’s weight behind you shift as he leaned over you, his hard cock sliding between your thighs slowly as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

    “See now, was that really so hard, baby girl? All you had to do was ask,” he coos, taunting you.

    “You’re such an ass,” you grumble back at him, and his grip on your hips tightens. He pulls you into himself sharply, rutting across your wet folds but not entering, not giving you that pleasure you desperately crave.

    “And here I thought you were done being bratty… Looks like I need to give you another lesson.” 

    “No! Please, please, I’ll… I’ll be good,” you pleaded while panting for breath under him.

    “You’ll be a good girl for me then? Only good girls get to cum,” he asks, knowing the answer.

    “Yes, yes, I’ll be your good girl!” One of his hands left your hip to line himself up with your entrance, slowly easing himself into you and listening with a smirk how you moaned. He reached up to grab your bound hands, pulling your torso off the bed as he filled you. Somehow you felt even more at his mercy now without your hands to hold you up than you did pushed face down on the bed. At least then you had the solid sensation of bed under you to ground you. Now it was just your knees touching the mattress as you took him to the hilt, expelling all thoughts from your mind. Suddenly, his other hand left your hip, to be brought down on your ass with force yet again. You whined out his name desperately.

    “You think that just because you asked nicely for my cock that I was done punishing you? Don’t be silly,” he teased, a sinister edge to his deep, sexy baritone as he began to slide in and out of your walls. “Now, take your punishment like a good girl while I fuck the brat right out of you.”

#2500 gremlins for bas #spicy #trafalgar law #one piece law #law one piece #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #smut #cis fem reader #dom/sub

[sandpumpkin]

This is my piece for @some-piece 2.5k Follower celebration.

Fluff prompt: “Oh, you’re jealous.”

Eustass Kid x Reader.

Fluff ahoy.

Claw-some.

Eustass Kid was a feared man of the sea, tall, broad, scarred and ruthless, most quivered in their boots at the mention of his name let alone if they were toe to toe with him and his cut throat crew in combat.

And yet. He was about to meet his biggest, most challenging adversary.

A new crew member had joined. A smaller furrier one. A little tortoiseshell kitten that had snuck on board at the last dock. None at the heart to get rid of the cat as it purred and rubbed its tiny body against their legs and got swaddled up in Wire’s cape. And so it stayed. Kid decided since he was captain he should name it. Though his choices were quickly turned down. Maggot. Gibbet. Menace.

“What about Quartermaster Claws?” you suggested, tickling the kitten behind it’s ears. The crew nodded in agreement. And thus Quartermaster Claws officially joined the Kid Pirates as chief mouse catcher and captain of getting under Kid’s boots, making him trip and stumble without the aid of alcohol.

Kid tolerated the presence of the cat. It didn’t pay him too much mind unless it was clawing at his fur coats, trying to climb him like the rigging. He usually ust swatted the cat away or hissed at it. His temper seemed shorter however when you were cooing at the kitten. Entertaining Quartermaster Claws with a length of rope, scooping it up into your arms nuzzling it’s tiny face against yours. Kid felt a fire burning in his chest. Stupid furball.

His dislike for the cat became quite apparent eventually. One night Kid stumbled back to his cabin, to find you in bed reading a book with a certain furry feline curled up on your lap. Kid grunted in displeasure as he slung his coat over the back of his desk chair and kicked off his boots loudly. “You’re in a foul mood.” you hummed, turning the page of your book. “What happened? Is your latest project not working?” you asked. When no response came you glanced up from your book, “are you okay?” Kid’s eyes were fixed on the small creature sleeping soundly.

“What’s that doing on the bed?” he questioned, his brow furrowed deeply. You look down at the kitten who didn’t stir even for Kid’s noise.

“Well she followed me in and kept me company.” you chuckled, stroking the kitten softly. Claws purred happily in response. Kid stomped his foot on the floor and threw his arm wide.

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” he snapped. You blinked slowly and looked at the king sized bed and the abundance of space it offered.

“Right here? In your usual spot…” you replied, patting to the empty spot beside you. Kid grumbled and looked away stubbornly.

“I wanted to lay on your lap.” he hissed, “but that fleabag is in my space.” your eyes flicked between Kid, the bed and the kitten and a smug smirk spread across your face.

“Oh, you’re jealous.” you teased.

“I am not jealous of that little mongrel-”

“Be nice to Quartermaster Claws.” you scolded playfully. “She’s not doing any harm besides, you said the other day you didn’t like resting on my lap..it made you feel like a child-”

“Well now I want to lay there.” he whined, “Tell it to move.” he barked.

“But she’s asleep. There’s still space right here.” You stated. Kid grumbled clambering onto the bed and tugged the covers rolling the kitten off your lap so he could reclaim his spot. Kid shuffled to get comfortable and closed his eyes with a smug content grin. “Kid!”

Claws cried, slowly gathering it’s senses from being so rudely awoken. Claws plodded across the bed and climbed over Kid’s face until it stopped on his chest. Kneading it’s claws into his bare skin.

“Ow you little sh-” He hissed at the kitten who ignored him and kneaded his bosom until it was satisfied and curled up on his chest.

“That’s what you get for waking poor Claws up.” you scolded, tapping Kid’s head playfully “and now you will be the cushion for her.” Kid pouted

“Well atleast I have the best spot on the ship.” he boasted proudly, reaching up to touch your face softly “Only I should have this luxury.” he added bitterly. You looked at the kitten resting peacefully once again but on Kid’s voluminous chest.

“well..I’d have to disagree,” you sighed, your shoulders slumping. “I think our little Claws claimed the superior spot.” Kid looked down at his chest and back up to you with a huge grin on his face.

“Now who's jealous?” he mocked.

“At least I didn’t have a tantrum because a little kitten was in my spot.” you laughed, leaning down to kiss Kid’s forehead “but now I have the upper hand.” you whispered peppering his face with kisses. Not that Kid minded, he did love being showered in affection. He only growled when Claws signalled for him to stop squirming, with a quick dig of her sharp claws.

Truthfully Kid didn’t hate the kitten. He just didn’t like being ignored. Sure enough, Quartermaster Claws soon found herself with a little spiky collar, making her fit in with the rest of the rough and ready crew. And her new favourite spot was nestled between you and Kid, where she could absorb the maximum warmth.

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[kaizokuwritings]

❪ 🫒 ❫ — a moment of ataraxia | benn beckman x gn ! reader (0.8K)

╰  @some-piece 2.5k challenge event <3 !

+ prompt "they're so cute when they sleep" 

+ synopsis  benn can finally enjoy a quiet moment to concentrate and work but you continue to fascinate him while you are sleeping.

+ note  here is my participation to the Bas event! i hope i followed the prompt! Also, i know there is no window to speak of on the Red Force but i realized that after writing this scenario. And i frankly didn't have the strength to redo it all. Sorry for the inconsistency!

Benn closed the door behind him as he entered his cabin. It was cool and quiet in the room. Benn continued to wipe his hair as his eyes darted around the room. He didn't see you and thought for a moment that you had left without waiting for him. But soon he saw your sleeping figure in his bed and he smiled.

After wiping his hair one last time, he laid his towel on the back of his desk chair and sat down lazily. Quickly, he lit a cigarette and silently thanked you for opening the porthole so that the smoke would not remain trapped in the room. His dark eyes drifted over the papers spread out on his desk and he sighed.

The atmosphere on the Red Force was unusually quiet, and Benn's initial plan was to concentrate on his papers and think about potential next destinations. But the shower had completely relaxed his muscles and all he could think of doing was joining you in bed and closing his eyes. But he couldn't put off the tasks ahead of him forever and tried not to think about the temptation that the bed and you represented.

So he plunged into his papers, glancing from time to time at your sleeping figure, a book resting on your chest, rising with your breathing. He often saw you reading it and in a short time you were falling asleep easily. So he could conclude that the book was a better sleep aid than a real entertainment and that made him smile softly.

A soft warmth spread through his body as he looked at you and the calm atmosphere of the boat reinforced this beautiful picture even more.

He was dreaming of pecking your face with kisses, of linking his lips with yours and of finally showing his love for you. But not yet, he felt that it was not yet time for you. He quickly went back to his papers, pushing these distracting thoughts out of his brain.

His task as first mate of the crew could sincerely bore him sometimes. Sure, he couldn't thank Shanks enough for dragging him along on this wonderful adventure, and therefore for being able to meet you, but he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders and he seemed to be the only considerably reasonable person on this ship.

So he loved the time with you even more. You relaxed him so much and made him even happier than he already is. Benn is really good at reading people. This is a necessary and paramount quality when you are the second in command of a Yonko. But it's true that it took him a long time to understand the egnime that you are, and you still continue to surprise him.

Happiness is to keep on desiring something or someone you already have. And Benn always wanted you. Not only physically but also emotionally. Your way of thinking, of reasoning attracts him. He will never tire of the discussions you can have, and even of your silences.

A fresh breeze cut through his thoughts and seeing your body shivering, he decided to get up and go close the window. It had been dark for a long time now and the coolness of the sea is all the more present in the evening.

After throwing away his cigarette, Benn approached you. You weren't even covered, and the goose bumps were clearly visible on your arms. Benn took the book off your chest and put it on his desk. Gently, trying not to wake you, the pirate moved you to slip under the clean sheets.

Unfortunately, his warm, soft hands on your skin had the opposite effect, waking you from your sleep. You looked at Benn with eyes still clouded with sleep as you groaned. “Sorry (Name), I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your forehead. “Will you stay with me?”

Your sleepy, overly innocent voice made him smile so he just took off his top under your admittedly sleepy, but still appreciative gaze. You pushed yourself up slightly to give him room, and no sooner was he under the sheets than your arms were already around his torso for him to cling to and warm you. His chest shook with a small laugh before he closed his arms around you, enclosing you in a warm embrace. It wasn't long before you were back on the train of your dreams and little snores could be heard in the cabin as Benn looked at you again.

One of his warm hands caresses your face as he places a kiss on your cheek. You're so cute when you're sleeping. And even cuter when you're in his arms.

𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 !

© 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. — all rights reserved. do not repost on any platform.

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[kurenai-shinigami]

Late night thoughts

Shanks x GN reader

Prompt: “It’s ok, I couldn’t sleep anyway”

Word count: 783

Warnings: depression episode, breakdown and overthinking

Notes: My entry for @some-piece‘s 2500 followers challenge; Congrats on your milestone Bas you totally deserve it! :3 Also this is my first time publishing a work of mine and my first time writing for One Piece too(so obv comfort character) I really hope you’ll like it ^^ 

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Tonight you were supposed to go to bed alone since it was the captain’s turn on the rudder for the first half of the night, so after dinner and some chatting with Lucky Roux you head to the cabin you shared with your beloved.

As soon as you enter and closed the door behind you a strong feeling of loneliness and sadness rushed into you. It was totally at random and without a particular reason. You tried not to give in to it and went straight to the bed thinking that maybe some sleep would have washed this feeling away.

After some time you realized that your efforts were totally useless, the feeling didn’t want to leave you and you just couldn’t fall asleep. The overthinking was getting bigger and bigger and you found yourself doubting your own skills as a pirate and the intention behind everything you done and were doing. You felt not enough for anything that you had at the moment, being in one of the four emperors crew, having such a precious and lovely partner, being surrounded by so many good friends that cared about you… how did you deserve all of this? You felt like a loser but at the same time like a fool for doubting those things. You felt the tears begin to run down your face as you curled up in a fetal position, feeling so little and weak. The feelings were eating you up and you just couldn’t stop them, no matter how hard you tried.

When you finally find a little bit of strength you try to lift up your torso to sit down, your back on the headboard of the bed. You try to calm down at least a little taking some deep breaths and forcing yourself to be strong. You really heated to feel so weak, everybody would be so disappointed and surprised seeing you like this, someone with a bounty like yours and part of such a feared and valued crew. You just couldn’t allow yourself to be that weak.

When the door of the cabin slowly opened you realized how late it was and how much time this damn breakdown took you. The captain of the Red Force entered the room, now illuminated by the candle he was holding.

“Sorry dear, did I wake you up?” he asked immediately seeing you awake sitting on the bed.

“It’s ok, I couldn’t sleep anyway” you replied with a little smile, trying to not let your current feelings show too much.

He closed the door behind him and walked near you, placing the candle on your bedside table. You didn’t imagine it was so late, and had some difficulty at masking your feelings that were still fresh in your head. You tried to not make eye contact with him, afraid he would have probably see them shiny because of the tears that had not long ago stopped. When he leaned to leave a kiss on your forehead he immediately recognized that something was wrong with you.

He immediately hugged you, letting your face rest on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and his warm body against yours. You were not alone, you finally were not alone. You hugged him back tight.

“It’s ok Y/N, I’m here.” He whispered before kissing your forehead again and resting his head on yours, eyes closed to connect with you more.

You left out a little sigh when after a while he loosened the hug, and looked at you in the eyes, still with his right hand on your shoulder.

“How about we snuggle together?”

You smiled and nod, letting him walk to the other part of the bed and take off his cloak most of his clothes. After some seconds he was leaning beside you, inviting in his arms with his usual heartwarming smile. After you blow out the candle you slipped back into the blankets and got close to him. His right arm close around you. His body was warm and you felt so safe into his arms, you couldn’t help but wonder again if you really deserved such a man by your side. As if he read your mind his right arm started stroking your back and you snuggled even closer, your head resting again on his bare chest.

“Next time please let me know you’re not feeling good ok? So I can make sure to leave these kind of duties to Benn and be by your side… he won’t complain too much” he added with a light laugh in his voice. You smiled, lifting your head to watch the red haired in the eyes.

“I love you Y/N, please don’t forget it”

#2500 gremlins for bas #shanks x reader #shanks x gn reader #red haired shanks #shanks #one piece scenario #one piece #one piece imagine #red haired pirates

[vemuabhi]

Let Go - Law

Hey so... I just completed writing this fic and it is my entry for 2.5K followers Event hosted by @some-piece​ 

I really hope this fic is okay for entry or else please mention it to me, I can write another fic.

I was listening to Let Go - BTS (Try listening to it, you’ll not regret it)

Pairing : Law X Fem! Reader (Doctor X Patient)

Prompt : “I knew I shouldn’t be here”

Word count : 1.4K

Warnings : Heavy angst, Cancer, Taken place in a hospital, Mention of Death, The most angst I’ve ever written in my life (Without warning, I made my sister to read it and it kind made her to grab my throat, So, You have been warned)

Summary : Law, a doctor in a cancer hospital, falls in love with his patient. A Doctor and Patient shouldn’t be in a relationship but he couldn’t help but to fall in love with his weak patient. (I suck at writing summaries)

Law sighed as he held the door knob to the room number 7. His shift was over and he could go home. But he wanted to stay for a while. ‘Should I enter?’, he thought before opening the door and entering the white room. The pastel blue curtains of the window were fluttering because of the breeze.

There he saw you, staring out of the window as tears dripped down your face. His heart sank to you see you like that. You felt someone staring at you so you looked to your side and saw the doctor who was treating you. You immediately wiped your tears and gave a sad smile to the doctor. “What are you doing here doctor? I thought your shift was over and its late”

“I knew I shouldn’t be here but, I just felt like checking up on you before I left”, he said as he came towards you.

“Oh! Thanks though as you can see, I got much uglier now”, your voice cracked as you tried to hold in your tears but still smiled at the doctor. He clenched his jaw looking at you.

“Why would you say that?” he questioned as he placed his hand on your cheek. “For me you are still the most beautiful person so don’t you dare say that”, you couldn’t stop the tears now. He soothed those tears away from your cheek and continued, “I don’t care if you have hair or not. You are still beautiful”.

Leaning into his touch you smiled, still tears spilling out from your eyes. “Doctor, after your check up today, the nurse said it was necessary to cut my hair. After I agreed they shaved my head and I couldn’t stop crying from that time”, you murmured in monotone to him for which he just listened as he looked into your eyes. It was necessary for the continuation of treatment so he had no choice but to have it done.

“I am sorry I couldn’t be with you when they wer-”

“Don’t apologise. You are a doctor have so many other patients to take care of as well”, you didn’t let him finish his sentence. Law smiled and leaned into you and whispered, “Y/N, it’s alright. You’ll grow your hair again. I’ll make sure you get healthy”. You sniffed back your tears and nodded. He pulled back and helped you to lay down on the bed. Before leaving he patted your head soothingly making you fell a bit better about your condition.

3 Months passed making it a total of 5 months treatment and there was absolutely no improvement in your cancer treatment. Law was trying so hard to change diet plans, trying to use more expensive medicines to make you healthy but nothing seemed to work. But he couldn’t give up.

One day you felt really weak and lost your consciousness. When you woke up, it was already late, you found yourself in your bed with some machines and computers beside you. “Y/N, how are you feeling now?” a deep voice asked with concern. You saw the doctor with gold eyes and dark circles under his eyes, standing beside you as his hands held your bed. ‘He didn’t leave even if his shift is over?’, you thought.

You chuckled and replied, “Its fine doctor. Please don’t worry about me who has no time left”, making his heart clench. He didn’t like this.

He sat beside you and took your hand in his and sighed, “Don’t say such things. You’ll be fine”.

“It’s okay doctor. You tried your best”, you smiled at him as he bit his lip trying to control his emotions.

“I like you doctor”, you said making him look at you, “I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m telling this because I am scared that I won’t get another chance”, he lifted your hand and leaned his forehead on it.

“I like you too. I shouldn’t have feelings for my patient but… I couldn’t help it”, he gulped still avoiding your gaze. He exhaled and continued, “I actually would love if you give me a chance”.

“Do… Do you think, if we would’ve met some other time and I wasn’t sick, we could’ve given a chance… to us?”, you asked gaining his attention. He smiled weakly and replied, “We still have a chance, what do you say? Wanna be my girlfriend?”.

You chuckled as he asked that big question. ‘I dont have much time anyway so why not’, you thought and agreed by saying, “I would happily be your girlfriend”. Law smiled and kissed your hand which he was holding.

After another 10 days with nothing but a really affectionate doctor beside you, whenever he could get the chance. You both knew you were getting weaker day by day but still stayed happy. But on the 11th day, you again lost your consciousness.

When you opened your eyes, you again found the doctor right beside you. His eyes were red and puffy. It seemed like it was late and he stayed back again for you. “Doctor were you crying because of me?”, you asked and wanted to ruffle his hair but, you felt too weak to even lift your arm.

“What? why would I cry? You are getting fine and there is no reason for me to be sad”, he tried to lie but you knew the doctor from past 5 months now.

“You are so sweet for trying to cheer me up Doctor”, you said tried your best to lift your hand. He didn’t fail to notice it and laced his fingers with yours, knowing you wanted to do it.

“I am a failure as a doctor Y/N, I am good for nothing”, he said as he again lifted your hand up and towards his lips, to kiss it. You shake your head sideways. “You are the best doctor a patient can ever have and also the lovely boyfriend one can ask for”, you smiled weakly making his eyes to tear up.

“Don’t cry doctor. You shouldn’t cry for me. I am just not strong enough”, he leaned into your touch and denied it.

“I want you to know something doctor so please listen to me”, you said and he nodded still not letting you go.

“I always loved my parents and the friends who always cared or me”, you took a breath and continued, “I am in love with you. From the time you took care of me, from the time I got admitted in the hospital”.

He soothed your tears as you continued to talk. “Doctor, you are really talented. Please do take care of yourself”, your voice whimpered as you were holding most of the pain in your heart. Law didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to even miss a single word of yours. But his tears were spilling out of his eyes.

“From now, you don’t have to stay back for me, so please get some sleep”, he teared up even more because of your words. “Doctor, please don’t blame yourself. I really was happy because of you. You made my time here colourful”, you smiled and continued, “I love you so, please forget me as soon as you can”. Each and every word from your lips was hurting him so much.

“I can’t… Y/N, that’s way too hard”, he spoke after a long time because he needed to let you know, “Because I love you too”, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips and wiped your tears away with his slender fingers.

“Can I touch your hair?” you asked and your hand was instantly on his black hair. “It’s so soft and has the smoothest texture”, you said and after a while he pulled your hand back to his lips to place kisses on it.

“Woah! And you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I’m not even kidding”, he said making you to smile at him again.

“Thank you for everything Doctor Law”, you said and lost your consciousness, except for the last time now.

He stayed very quiet for a while as the machine beeped because it couldn’t read any heartbeat now. He gulped and caressed his thumb over your cheek to wipe the last tear away. He knew it would happen. But he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“Now, you too Y/N”, he broke down as he cried out. “I still want you, I need you Y/N”, his voice cracked but he continued to speak between his sobs, “I not ready to let go Y/N… Y/N”. He cried and cried that time. He never forgot you.

“I’m the most cursed being”, he said out loud. “My parents and my sister whom I really loved, my adopted father, whom I eventually really loved and admired died”, Law’s hands were shaking as he tried to let your hand go.

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Thank you for reading.

I don’t know if this is made anyone else cried or I was the only one. I was really sad when I got this plot. I was trying to write this for a long time, and this event gave me the opportunity to write for this story.

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[smol-fatale]

Reunion of Dreams

This is my entry for @some-piece’s 2500 Followers Celebration. Congrats again love and I hope you enjoy!

Here’s the prompt: “I missed you so much.”

Summary: Your nightmares had no explanation until you met a stranger in a cafe.

GN Reader x Ace, Angst w/ a Happy Ending (alludes to Marineford and feelings associated with nightmares ie, anxiety and depression), ~1025 words, (Read on Ao3) 

The pain you felt was real and it had a specific source you couldn’t pinpoint. It wasn’t seasonal or as general as work and school. It was personal. You never knew why but it always felt tied to a person. Maybe someone you knew or a random stranger that once passed you by? You didn’t know but it hurt. And maybe, just maybe, the pain would lessen if you met this person.

It was your own scream that woke you up. Panting and left in a frustrating daze, you awoke fearful and feeling like a failure. You never remember your nightmares but their remnant emotions left you in agony for days.

You told a select few about these night terrors, your therapist and trusted friends, but everyone chalked it up to extreme stress related to your school and job. You’ve argued differently. These terrors weren’t stress-related. It wasn’t your anxiety running wild, trying to keep up with your demanding lifestyle.

Deciding to ignore these nightmares and agonizing thoughts, you left your bed and prepared for your job, working the night shift for a lovely cafe just down the street.

It was practically empty when you got there which did wonders for your mind. Just being in a different environment lessened the pain.

It was about an hour into your shift when a man walked in who caught your eye, or more specifically, your heart. Your heartstrings tugged when you locked eyes and his eyes got wider when they landed on yours.

A storm of emotions brewed inside you. Who is he? Why do you feel this way? Is he the one? Who IS he? You took deep breaths to prevent from hyperventilating as he approached the counter. His wide smile almost gave you a heart attack and when he said your name when greeting you, you damn near fell out on the spot.

Giving a weak, almost pained smile, you simply nodded and fulfilled his order as quickly as possible. To your surprise, when you handed the stranger his order, instead of leaving, he sat in a little corner by the window.

To you, the tension in the room was suffocating. The stranger on the other hand seemed completely at ease. After 30 minutes and no other customers, you worked up the courage to sit across from the strange man.

The first thing you noticed was his freckles which covered every inch of him, from his face, neck, and arms, to presumably the rest of his body. He had wavy black hair that you wanted to run your hands through. His eyes had a certain fire in them that you’ve never seen before and his smile left you speechless.

“Would you like a picture?” his deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you were embarrassed to be caught blatantly staring at him. You looked down as the man slid a polaroid of a golden retriever puppy across the table.

“Great,” you thought, “this man is cheeky.” You quietly giggled at the thought and picked up the picture. Oddly enough, the cute puppy reminded you of him, even though you never met before. You looked up and the man introduced himself.

“My name is Ace.” A spark ignited in your chest. Confusion, excitement, and a dash of serendipity blended inside you as you two continued talking. Weirdly enough, no other customers came in as you got to know each other, and even weirder, that night was the first night in months you went to sleep without a nightmare. It felt great.

This Ace character quickly became a regular during your shift, even more so since you started inviting the man back to your apartment after a while. You barely did anything more than talk or unintentionally cuddle if you two fell asleep watching a movie. You never felt more comfortable with a person before which was strange since you’ve only known Ace for a matter of weeks.

Even stranger was the fact that you started remembering your dreams. They felt like memories which were impossible since in every single one of them you were a pirate. Ace was in them too, which you told him about. His eyes lit up as you recounted your dreams. He always asked about them but never contributed to the wild imaginings of your mind. Though he also seemed disappointed when you couldn’t expand on a dream. You chalked it up to him loving these fantastical tales and felt bad for not remembering all the details. One time you created your own ending to one of your dreams and he just shook his head and chuckled, telling you that your ending was wrong. For some reason, you believed him.

Though your dreams were entertaining to Ace, they became a source of frustration to you. You knew there was something more behind them but you didn’t know what until one night you awoke Ace with your screaming. He shook you and when your eyes locked, everything clicked into place.

“You died!” you sobbed and Ace held you as fat tears rolled down your face and stained his shirt. He pulled you into his lap and rocked you softly as your cries waned. You knew he knew that you finally remembered your past lives. You wanted to apologize for making him wait so long. You also wanted to know why and how the two of you were reincarnated and if he also had nightmares that left him in pain for days. You wanted to know what he was doing in this new life and if those you once knew were reincarnated as well. You wanted to know so much and tell him so many things but you settled for five simple words.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered into his chest, holding him so tightly you were afraid you might break his spine. You never wanted to let go.

“I missed you too,” he answered with a teary kiss on your forehead.

You wanted so many things but for now, you’ll settle for holding the love of your life in your arms for the first time in a lifetime.

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[kurookaizoku]

Soaring Hearts

This is my submission for @some-piece ‘s 2500 Followers Event! I got this prompt at a time when I was binging One Piece again and fell for Pell all over again, so of course he’s in this one. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Fluff prompt: “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

Characters: Pell x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1814

The bustling noises of the market below were only a faint murmur beneath the anxious drumming of her heart against her ribcage. Y/n stood in front of the door on top of the clock tower, her hand clawing at the concrete wall as she hesitantly leaned over the edge. The wind teased the loose tresses her braid couldn’t hold, making them dance in front of her face like a thin veil. She managed to keep a deadpan expression, but a shaky breath gave her away to the man standing behind her.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Pell reminded her, momentarily looking over her shoulder at the city of Alubarna, then quickly diverting his eyes to her face. She turned to look at him, her mind instantly switching from worrying over the height of the tower, to his facial features. Her eyes found the thin lines forming at the creases of his eyes, a tiny detail she found during one of their scarce dates, and which never failed to bring her relief, without him even knowing. His hands found her hips and held her close to him, with the intent of reassuring her, but even such a small gesture carried such love that she felt her face heat up slightly.

“I-,” Y/n started, only to clear her throat to make her voice less squeaky and more grounded, trying to fool him into thinking that she was completely sure of herself, “I want to do it.”

A glint of amusement flashed through his eyes, and Y/n realized she hadn’t been able to fool him at all. His expression remained serene, however; he would never laugh at her worries, even if he found them hilarious. He was always so considerate with her feelings, and his voice never lost its serenity. In his loving gaze, she found reassurance, and smiled at him before resting her hands on top of his.

“I want to see the world how you see it.”

Her statement shocked him slightly, which was evident in the way his brow lifted if only a little. One could miss it, with his makeup and his self-control, but she was sure she saw it. The amusement in his eyes gave way to pure and elated happiness, nearly making her melt at the sight of it.

Truth be told, Pell hasn’t had many partners in his life who he could be so open with. Y/n was the first one who lasted more than one or two months, and she was willing to dance around his rigid schedules and squeeze every spare minute of his free time making him feel loved and appreciated. She was accommodating to his needs and his work demands, willing to spend long periods of time without seeing him in order for him to fulfil his duties as Guardian. Still, Y/n never flaked in her pampering, greeting him with open arms as soon as she saw him walking in her direction, pulling out all stops to offer him comfort on particularly gruelling days, and not minding whenever he straight up fell asleep on her out of pure exhaustion.

He felt eternally grateful that he had such an understanding partner as her, but he knew that he needed to step it up. A relationship couldn't be held together only by one of the people in it, after all. Pell had become painfully aware that Y/n had made more sacrifices than him, and he wanted to remedy the situation before it even became a problem. He had made up his mind and decided to start making it up to her in any way possible.

Hence here they were, on the anniversary of their first date, on the top of the clock tower, looking down at the market. Pell had offered to do whatever Y/n wanted for the day, and she asked to fly so she could see what he saw every day. He couldn’t stop feeling like he was the one receiving a gift, since taking her out on a flight represented to him a huge step forward in their relationship.

A slow tilt of her head brought him back from his thoughts, and he offered her a warm smile. His hand rose to her cheek and calloused knuckles carefully pulled back a rebellious strand of hair and fixed it behind her ear.

“You spoil me, flower,” he hummed as his thumb stroked her jaw, drawing an amused chuckle from her.

He stepped back and began transforming into a falcon, the feathers blooming from all over his body, and the beak reshaping his face. The first time Y/n witnessed it, she thought it looked very painful, however he always reassured her that it barely tickled. Now, Y/n couldn’t help but grow excited when the falcon stared back at her, and she didn’t hold her hand back, carefully stroking his neck feathers and feeling them twitch under her touch.

Pell laughed softly, enjoying the ticklish sensation, before turning around and crouching so she could reach his shoulders. “Alright, hop on.” She obeyed and lifted herself with a little jump, wrapping her arms around his neck. He shifted her with his wings a little until he was able to balance her on his back, and then he approached the edge of the tower again.

“Pell, I know I said I was excited about flying with you,” she murmured with a gulp as she looked down at the market over his shoulder, “but I’m still not feeling very excited about this height.”

“Shh, you’re safe,” he reassured her, turning his head to flash her a smile, “I won’t let you go.”

Y/n felt her face heat up at the sincerity of his statement, and she rested her chin on his shoulder. “I trust you, Pell.”

He would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t soaring at how she entrusted him with her safety, and his chest swelled in pride, if only a bit. Now, more determined than ever to make her first flight experience the most enjoyable one, he focused on the wind, the air pressure, and the air space around him. He didn’t remember the last time he cared so much for those details, but since he was carrying a treasure, this time it would be different.

Once he was sure it was safe to fly, he jumped off the clock tower and spread his wings, feeling the wind caress his face and a squeal coming from Y/n, a mix between terror and excitement that made him chuckle. He steered himself in the air and gained altitude with a few flaps of his large wings, easily soaring over the city, mostly unnoticed by passers-by. It wasn’t a rare sight to see the Guardian of Alabasta taking to the skies after all.

It took a few seconds for Y/n to realize that she had shut her eyes, but when the sound of the flapping wings stopped and the wind brushed her face steadily, she dared open them again. A tiny gasp escaped her as she looked down at the streets she walked every day, now resembling lines on a map, and the people she passed every day looking like colourful ants. Her fear of heights momentarily forgotten, she stared down at Alubarna in wonder, now aware that this was the sight her beloved got every day. The buildings seemed to be made in completely different shapes to the ones she knew, and the shadow of the falcon cut through the ground below, not caring about any obstacle in its way. She started pointing out every person and shop she could recognize, although it became evident that the further they rose from the ground, the less she could distinguish them.

"Can you distinguish the people below?," she asked him, a wide grin adorning her features, "Or do you just guess who you see?"

"I can distinguish them all," Pell laughed heartily, and glanced down at the streets. "I can see their faces, and the things they carry, too."

She only hummed in answer, struggling to keep her eyes open against the wind. It was exciting to see her beloved city in a different perspective; in his perspective. Pell embraced the ticklish sensation of her arms buried between his feathers, along with her weight on his back and her little squeals of happiness that broke the stillness of the air when he suddenly dipped to gain speed and flapped his wings to gain more altitude, changing his direction and heading over to the royal palace at the centre of Alubarna.

From the balcony of one of the libraries of the royal palace, Princess Vivi waved at them enthusiastically. Y/n flushed and shyly waved back, earning a chuckle from the falcon who simply bowed his head in a greeting. As they flew over the large courtyard, they saw Chaka leading the drills with the soldiers in the training grounds. Pell glanced at the group shortly, thinking that if he hadn't asked for a free day, he would be overseeing their training alongside his friend. As if aware that he was being observed, Chaka looked up and waved at Pell with a smirk, and the falcon didn't miss the wink and the hand that gestured to his back. It was his turn to feel shy now, and changed direction again, heading off towards the outskirts of the city.

“Look ahead,” he instructed once they were approaching the outer walls of the city. Y/n did so, and her eyes met the horizon where the red sun slowly met the ground, the dunes of the desert cutting the light and creating zigzag shadows against the sky. The sight sucked her breath away, and she tightened her hold on his neck, her arms burying themselves into the soft feathers and her chin resting on his shoulder.

“Pell,” she gasped, “this is beautiful.”

If he focused hard enough, he could feel her heartbeat against his back, completely in sync with his own. He could sense her tiny puffs of breath brushing the feathers on the side of his neck, and her warmth enveloped him like a blanket. He didn’t want their flight to end, but still…

“...I still prefer walking, though,” he mused, and before she could ask, he continued, “I cannot see your beautiful self if you’re on my back.”

He had barely finished his sentence when he felt her bury her face in his back with a giggle.

“Let’s go home, then,” she offered, raising her flushed face from his back, and added with a little squeeze of her arms, “you make my heart soar even without flying, anyway.”

She giggled louder when his feathers puffed out, making it obvious that her comment startled him, but he covered it with a cough. “Y-yeah, okay,” he squeaked, tilting his body and turning back towards their beloved city of Alubarna, where their home was.

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[silenceofthecookies]

Killer x reader (GN) - Gone

Here’s my entry for @some-piece​’s 2500 followers challenge. Congrats again on the milestone Bas ❤ The prompt I got was “I can explain” and since this was an angsty prompt... well, be sure to read the warnings. 

Word count: 532  Warnings: character death, angst, dead body

You slammed the door of the room open, out of breath, not caring about the damage to the wall the force would bring. Trafalgar had told you what you would find inside. Who you would find inside. But nothing could prepare you for the sight of Killer, your boyfriend, the man you loved more than anyone, lying on the bed. Clothes torn. Hair messy and matted with blood. No mask, exposing a bandaged face you had seen before, as one of the few people he trusted enough to show it to. Closed eyelids that hid the beautiful blue eyes you had loved gazing into. You stumbled over to the bedside and touched his arm, jumping a little at the cold feeling.

Kid, who had been the one to bring Killer in, took a deep breath, walked up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, I can explain-” “Get. Out.”

Kid did not flinch at the words, he had expected your anger, and muttered a silent ‘alright’ before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He couldn't blame you. After all, he had promised you he'd bring Killer back to you safely. A promise he hadn't been able to keep. No explanation could’ve made this better or easier for you. He had failed you, himself and most of all, Killer. Quietly he walked down the hallway, away from the room where he had left you and Killer.

You sat unmoving next to Killer's bed as you listened to Kid's footsteps getting farther away. Once you didn't hear them anymore, you let out the emotions you had been feeling ever since Trafalgar had told you what had happened. You sank to the ground and started crying, holding Killer's large, cold hand as you did. The same hand that had cupped your cheek in a soft hold just the day before. The same hand that usually rested on your shoulder or waist when he wanted to hold you close.

The sobs wrecked your body as memories of the past few days flashed by you. Kisses stolen in the secrecy of the kitchen, where no one else would come. Removing his mas before bed and taking that chance to pepper his face with kisses, just because you could and you wanted to. The laughter that Killer was so self-conscious of silently ringing through the air as you did so. Falling asleep in his strong arms. Waking up to him pulling you a little closer to him and holding you there, even if the both of you were already awake, treasuring the peaceful morning for as long as it lasted.

But then he left with Kid. Something he had to do, he said. Kid saw the worry in your eyed and promised you he’d bring Killer back to you safely. You had trusted him to do so. You had trusted them both to do so. Regrets took over, combining the sadness with anger. If only you had stopped them. If only you had gone with them. If only Kid would have kept his promise.

But in the end, your anger solved nothing. Killer was gone for good, and nothing could change that.

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[mysticaltigersorceress]

A Silent Betrayal

This is my piece for @some-piece's 2500 challenge! I asked for an angsty prompt, which was, "Do you ever mean the things you say?" I have no regrets, even though I made myself cry. (bad habit of imagination lol) I will leave a warning in case anyone is sensitive to writing where the character leaves the reader. Pairing: Rocinante x Reader (gender neutral) Length: 1k Ao3: (clickable)

Rocinante stared at the dark silhouette of the Den Den Mushi in his hand, barely visible in the moonlight. Law had finally fallen into a restless sleep, though at least he was getting rest of some kind. He was so sick, so frail, and getting worse with each passing day.

He had promised Sengoku he would let nothing compromise his mission. Stopping his brother was the most important mission he had ever taken on, and he would complete it no matter what. Even if it meant becoming a pirate. Even if it meant giving up his life. Even if it meant leaving you behind.

And yet, here he was with Law, trying to save his life. He wanted to save Law so badly, that he postponed his mission. Now, more than ever, thoughts of you were plaguing him. He left you. But he had put Law before his mission. Why couldn’t he have done the same with you?

Rocinante already knew that answer, it was one he reinforced in his mind daily for years. Still, that night still ached like an old battle wound in his heart. Unwillingly, the memory played for the thousandth time in his mind.

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Cold winds bit Rocinante’s face, whipping his hair frantically around. He wanted to make this quick, to spare you from not just the cold weather but the coldness he was about to show you.

“You won’t see me again.”

You gave him a confused look, searching his face for an explanation, but he kept his face colder and deader than the snow-covered landscape that surrounded you. He took your hand and dropped a small weight into your hand and stepped back. It was the ring you chose for him, golden as his hair with a heart engraved on the inner band. It matched the ring on your own finger. The band was still warm when it hit your palm, but it quickly grew cold against the frosty air.

“What... Why...” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his ring resting in your hand. Suddenly you remembered and looked up at him. “Is this because of that mission you mentioned?”

Rocinante was still for a long time, then nodded haltingly. He couldn’t offer you an explanation, due to the secretive nature of his mission. It frustrated you, but you were used to that from his previous missions as a marine. But this mission wasn’t like any he had before. Which is why he decided this would be the best course of action.

“Roci, you said you weren’t going to accept the mission,” you accused softly, shaking your head. “You said anyone could do the job! You said you wouldn’t let anything take you away from me, you said nothing, nothing!” your voice cracked, “was more important than us.”

You reached for his hands, but Rocinante pulled back, not letting you touch him. He couldn’t. If he let you, he didn’t know if he could go through with this. Your face fell, eyes welled up with unshed tears.

“This always happens!” You shrieked. “You say you will put me first, and then put the mission first! And now, now you’re– you’re! Do you ever mean the things you say?”

I meant every word! Rocinante wished he could say. But a horrible monster is leaving chaos and death and decay in his wake, and I’m probably the only one who could successfully complete this mission.

But he said nothing. Because he couldn’t. Even if he could, he wouldn’t put you in danger. He knew what his brother, that monster was capable of, and only his silence would be able to protect you now.

He turned away from you. His cheeks stung, wet and cold. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him not to do this. To turn back, to apologize, to ask your forgiveness, to retire and let someone else deal with Doflamingo. But he knew couldn’t.

Rocinante took a step, only to slip and crash to the ground. You instinctively moved to help him up, but he slapped your hand away, harder than he meant to. You gasped and the tears finally fell down your cheeks. His ring fell from your hand into the snow. He rose and turned his back to you again, activating his Calm-Calm fruit to hide any evidence of his anguish.

Which was harder, the first step away from you, or the second?

Which hurt more, the sound of you sobbing and falling to your knees or the final words he ever heard you speak, echoing in his mind for eternity?

“Please, Roci. Please, say something! Please!”

Say something!

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Rocinante considered the Den Den Mushi. He’d postponed this mission for Law’s sake. He was such a fool. Always had been. Couldn’t he have simply asked you to wait? He still knew your number by heart, despite the time that had passed since he dialed it. What would happen if he called? What would you say? Could you ever find forgiveness for him? Could you ever open your heart to him again?

No. How could he even think to ask that after what he put you through? He shoved the transponder snail back in his pocket. Soon, Law would have the Op-Op fruit, the Donquixote pirates ended, and he would return home. He wouldn’t ask anything of you, he didn’t deserve anything from you. But, he still wanted to see you at least once more. Even if you didn’t see him, even if it were only from afar. All he wanted was for his last memory of you to be you smiling. Anything but the heartache he had caused you. He didn’t deserve it, but he still wanted your smile. It was so beautiful. You were so beautiful.

Oh, how he missed you.

Oh, how he wished he could tell you how much he loved you.

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[opopnomi]

This is my entry for @some-piece 2500 Followers Celebration (congratulation again Bas !!!! <2) with the prompt gloves.

Couldn't resist to draw a naked gremlin with only gloves :3 Hope you enjoy, and congratulations again <3

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[pagingdoctorbedlam]

For the 2500 Follower Challenge for @some-piece, I present...my first ever reader insert fic! I hope you all like it~

Characters: Rob Lucci x Reader

Prompt: “Please wake up. Please!”

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

TW/CW: Hospital rooms, vague mentions of pain and injuries

Word Count: Approx. 1k words

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The last thing you remember is being carried, held tight against a warm, furry chest by a pair of muscular arms. It was perhaps the only thing keeping you together.

The mission had started out so routine. There'd even been time before it all began for your usual banter with the notoriously taciturn Rob Lucci, and you swear this time you almost got him to smile. Or at least, smirk. You'd settle for a smirk. You've been working toward that smirk for a long time now, to crack open the mask of that serious assassin to show that there's a human underneath.

You don't remember what took you out. Your target fell, yes, you and Lucci are professionals and taking out a single measly revolutionary is no problem for the likes of you two. Even the revolutionary's friends were no problem. There's a good reason why you and Lucci are almost exclusively paired with each other on missions, because your skills complement each other perfectly. But then...pirates? Probably pirates. Pirates muck everything up, and that'd explain the explosions.

With all the ringing in your ears at the time, you don't know what was said, if there was shouting at the time or grim silence. Just being held tight, a heartbeat pulsing deep enough to cut through the ringing, the rush of wind against your face. If you're right about who saved you, he must've pushed the limits of his power to carry you out as fast as possible. And you're pretty sure you're right about who saved you, because you remember the brush of fur against your cheek, the only comfort to distract from the pain.

It's strange. You know you should be in pain right now, but it all feels so far away, like the distance between your nerves and your brain have been swaddled up in puffy rolls of gauze. Someone must've gotten you painkillers, maybe anesthesia. You haven't dared open your eyes. But you smell that harsh antiseptic, that iron tang, and you've got a good guess as to where you've ended up.

You're scared that if you open your eyes, you'll learn that something awful has befallen you. That you're injured beyond repair. That you're no longer fit to serve your purpose. That you won't be able to see your partner anymore, the man you've worked with so often that he even features in your dreams, before you've even gotten him to crack a grin.

(That he might turn away with a disgusted scowl, because you were too weak, and he won't look back.)

The rest of your senses slowly surface from their numb haze. Little tendrils of pain threaten to return, creeping along the back of your skull and around your joints. But they're soon banished as something squeezes your hand. Long fingers, softer than you'd expect even though they're covered in tiny scars, are interlaced with your own. A thumb rubs slow, methodical circles into your skin.

Overhead, a bird coos.

"I know, Hattori. I know." You'd recognize Rob Lucci's voice anywhere, even when he sighs. "There isn't an excuse for it. We...I should've paid better attention."

The fact that Rob Lucci lets himself admit this aloud means no one else is in the room, and he thinks you're still unconscious. Part of you wants to jolt right up, damn any potential pain, and let him know you're here, you'll be okay. But those fears still gnaw at your mind, and so too does a hint of curiosity at this side of your partner that you've never seen.

Lucci continues, bitterness in his voice. "We weren't supposed to let any of us get hurt like this again, Hattori. All the training, all the work to get here, was supposed to prevent this. So why isn't it still enough?"

Wings flap overhead. Hattori lands softly on a shoulder and offers a worried trill.

"Yes, I know. But not everyone heals the way I do. And you heard what the doctors said." Lucci squeezes your hand tighter. "Y/N, I know you're better than this. You wouldn't be one of us if you weren't. You'll prove them wrong, won't you?" 

He's trying to hold that stern note that he always uses around others, but underneath it, he sounds...no, desperate isn't the right word. Rob Lucci doesn't get desperate. But it's as close as he'll let himself get, the mask he wears loose and threatening to slip.

"Once you're out of here, you and I are going to train together to ensure we don't have a repeat of this incident. It'll be difficult work, but you're more than capable. I wouldn't be here if you weren't." There's a pause as Hattori coos again, and Lucci seems to weigh an answer on his tongue. His thumb lingers over your wrist, as if waiting for your pulse to pick up. He admits quietly, "I'd even like to see you outside of missions and training. Around the city, or...wherever you'd like to go, if you would allow it. So...please wake up. Please."

The weight of his words drift from your ears into your chest. This is a man who orders, not asks. This is also a man whose hands are for killing, but right now they're holding yours, attempting to coax you back to life.

You let your fears ago, exhale them softly into the antiseptic air. You squeeze his hand back. You don't let go even when the pain begins to break back through your haze.

You open your eyes.

Rob Lucci composes himself again as quickly as possible, but his hair's still mussed, and his brow is still knit with worry. "Y/N. I'm relieved to see you're back with us."

"Cut the act," you say back, voice rougher than it should be but still strong enough for your usual banter with him. "I heard every word of it. And I'd love to go out around town with you, once I'm out of here. Even if we have to get through training first."

For the first time since you've met him, Rob Lucci honestly, earnestly smiles.

#2500 gremlins for bas #opfanfic #rob lucci #rob lucci x reader #bedlam writes

[bas-writes]

[ID: header for 2500 Followers Challenge with the color spread from chapter 987 as the background. /END ID]

As a way to express my gratitude, I decided to hold another creative fest~

2500 Followers Celebration - Writing & Art Challenge

RULES FOR EVERYONE

Send me an ask from the account you will participate (or @ your side account) and tell me, if you want to receive prompts for writing or for a fanart.

You can ask for one prompt only (or set of prompts in fanart case), in one category only. Choose which form is more comfortable for you.

Askbox for prompts is open until 28th May.

You choose a character with whom you want to work - but it needs to be ONE character. No poly this time, sorry.

Works have to be published on tumblr (you can publish it on every other platform you wish - but in addition to tumblr) and tagged as #2500 gremlins for bas. You also need to mention @some-piece and for extra cautions you can send a link to me through DMs.

If I won't reblog your post within 3days, YOU NEED TO bonk me on priv. It means tumblr played me dirty and I didn't see it.

Deadline for posting the challenge works 28th July. Only works published on time will have a chance to receive a prize.

detailed rules under the cut:

RULES FOR WRITERS

Ask me, if you want a fluffy, angsty or ns.fw prompt. Obviously, you need to be adult to ask for smut! I. Will. Check.

All works need to have character x reader format. No character x character, no character x OC. Only reader insert. Gender and other specifics for reader is up to you.

Platonic (non-romantic) interactions between a Reader and a character are allowed.

Works need to be at least 500 words long and 3000 words long maximum.

You need to include the prompt you have received in your answered ask. How you have to deal with said prompt? I leave it up to you, but your work CAN'T include the following:

non-con/dub-con (this includes dubious usage of drugs, aphrodisiacs or alco)

crossover elements

romance between an adult and an uderage, either be it a character or reader (in other words, you CAN write for underage character IF reader is also underage and work is sfw)

situations in which character actively harms Reader or the other way round, both physically and mentally - this includes: yandere, abusive relationship, cheating, manipulation, domestic violence etc. (however, you can write about character's/reader's reaction on a harm done to reader/character; in other words: Sanji slapping reader is not okay, Sanji reacting on reader being slapped by someone is okay)

ABO

religious and political topics

harmful elements, such as racism, queerphobia, fatphobia etc. (you can write about reader/character reacting on them though, for example: Ace comforting reader after they heard a racial slur)

"gross/problematic" fetishes, like watersports and such, feet/armpits/odor fetishism, daddy/mommy kink, hardcore humilation, furry, bestiality (no kinkshaming, just don't want to read about it and I will read every work submitted)

If your work has any potentially triggering topic (this includes nsfw writing by default), you need to provide trigger warnings and hide the work under the cut.

RULES FOR ARTISTS

Unlike the writers, you don't need to ask for a category of your prompts. You decide how you will interpretate your prompts!

Your work can be either sfw or suggestive/nsfw (you need to be an adult to submit suggestive/nsfw though, I will check). Any technique, as long as character is easily recognisable.

All works have to be either a solo portrayal of a character or have a 'viewer insert' character (examples of what I mean under the links, click on number: (1), this one is suggestive -> (2)). No shipping, no character x OC.

Your work needs to be centered around at least one of the prompt words you received in the answer of your ask. You can mix them all or few of them.

It's up to you how detailed your work will be, however it needs to be a single image. So: no comics. However, you can include a simple dialogue, as long as it's one picture.

You can't include the following:

non-con/dub-con (this includes dubious usage of drugs, aphrodisiacs or alco)

crossover elements

underage character shown in a suggestive/nsfw situation (characters who are adult post time skip need to be be drawn with post time skip design)

suggestions of adult x underage romantic interaction

explicit gore, yandere, character shown as an abuser etc.

ABO

fursonas

religious and political topics

harmful elements, such as racism, queerphobia, fatphobia etc.

"gross/problematic" fetishes, like watersports and such, feet/armpits/odor fetishism, daddy/mommy kink, hardcore humilation, furry, bestiality (no kinkshaming, just don't want to look at it)

If your work has any potentially triggering topic (this includes suggestive/nsfw by default), you need to provide trigger warnings and hide the work under the cut/provide only a link to it.

PRIZES

Among all participants, I will randomly choose from each category one person who will receive a full set of my writing:

set of headcanons: I accept max. 4 characters or 2 polyamorous triads (Reader + 2 characters) or one polyamorous relationship of Reader with 3 characters for one request;

ficlet: I accept max. 2 characters or one polyamorous triad (as above) for one request;

scenario: I accept only 1 character or one polyamorous triad (as above) for one request.

They will need to follow my rules.

#bas speaks #2500 gremlins for bas

[pswaney12]

Happiness

This is my entry for the contest @some-piece is holding

Tw: mentions of anxiety

Other than that it’s pure fluff!!

It was late at night and I was out on the deck sitting on the railing. I heard soft footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I looked up too see my commander. “Haruta?!” I said embarrassed. “Shush everyone else is asleep.” Haruta muttered. “Why aren’t you in bed?”, “I should be asking you the same thing.” Haruta replied. “I couldn’t sleep so I came out here.” I admitted. “Why didn’t you come to me!” He asked quietly. “Because I didn’t want to bother you.” I said. “(Y/n) you wouldn’t bother me at all! I went to go find you to ask you a question and when I didn’t see you in your room I was worried.” Haruta admitted. I blushed hearing the words he said, but a certain few words stood out to me. “I worried you?” I muttered feeling terrible. “I’m sorry.” I whispered. “Don’t apologize!” He said tilting my head up making me look him in the eyes. “I was worried because I care about you. You mean a lot to me (Y/n)!” He whispered blushing. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked. “My anxiety was getting to me. I just felt like I needed to make noise and move around. I was crying too.” I said. I felt Haruta hug me tighter. He grabbed my much smaller hand and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of it. It was all so comforting. “If it ever happens again just know you can come see me. You never bother me (Y/n).” He said. “Okay, Thank you Haruta!” I smiled. Haruta’s eyes drifted to my lips. “Can I kiss you?” I heard him say. I blushed an even darker shade of red hearing him say that. He saw me nod yes. I turned around and I felt a soft pair of lips against mine. He placed a hand on the back of my head and deepened the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck and I gently tugged his hair. When we broke the kiss we were both breathless. Haruta saw me smiling softly and ran his thumb over my lips, smiling too. He carefully picked me up and carried me to his room. He pushed open the door and quietly closed it. He sat me down on his bed before going back and locking the door. He walked back and laid down pulling me under the blankets with him. He pulled me close and we had a small conversation. He spent time listing off the reasons why he thought I was perfect to him, and I listed off mine. He heard me yawn and smiled. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was. “You make me so happy (Y/n)!” He saw my eyes close and he fell asleep not long after. The next morning we heard knocking on the door. “Why is the door locked Haruta?” We heard Izo ask. “Shut up!” Izo heard me say. “Ohhhh. I’m sorry.” Izo said and walked away.

#my baby haruta 🥺 #tw: mentions of anxiety #tw: anxiety #haruta #one piece haruta x reader #one piece haruta #op haruta #izo #2500 gremlins for bas #whitebeard pirates

[maggyme13]

Please don´t die on me... Please

AN: This is my entry for @some-piece ´s 2.5k Follower celebration.

My prompt is the title of this fic and I chose a

Platonic! Killer X Reader pairing.

Wordcount : around 1.1 k

Warnings: Battle, angst , cursing (its the kid´s pirates: duh.)

I HOPE IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE its like 10pm here and work is hell, so my brain sometimes does not really work grammar wise.

The Damage was heavy and the Victoria Punk was barely able to stay afloat since the battle started a day ago.

It all began during their stay at the last island almost a week in the past. The crew had been drinking and partying at this little bar at the edge of town for most of the day.

Killer and Heat had gotten into a drinking match that resulted in the later burping flames at one point. This paired with his love for spicy food quickly turned into a “hot” situation: the capsaicin contained in the Chili turned his breath, and therefor his flames, into bio-hazard weapon.

Because of this very reason he was banned from drinking a lot of booze while being on the sea.

The first time this happened, the men of the crew decided to try and use it to their advantage.

It failed. Horribly so. Why? His aim was off because of the alcohol concentration within his bloodstream and he burned everything down except his targets.

One of the things he burned was you.

And ohh did you not like it. You were furious and it took Killer, Wire and the Captain to get you off him. But not without getting themselves a few bumps and bruises as well. They had played their own part in the incident after all.

Now back to the situation at hand. “Captain Shakesbeer, it is a long way back to the island I hope it was worth it attacking us over just some burned hair.”, you growled down at the opposing captain who was kneeling on his deck, before jumping in the air and destroying the ship with one last haki-fueled punch.

“Now back to you lot!”, you hissed, eyeing every single male with squinted eyes, “Think about a good story you can tell me as an excuse as to why this all had to happen. I will go and make me something to drink.”

A bunch of bruised and scratched faces nodded in understanding, with not even Captain Kidd daring to bring one of his many “I am the Captain” speeches. He knew better than to argue when you were pissed and in need of something to drink.

But it would never come to that: stepping into the kitchen you froze. It had gotten damaged during the battle, the ceiling and walls had multiple holes caused by canon balls and the kitchen was in more chaos than after a drunken brawl between Captain Kidd and Killer.

You sighed, it would be a lot of work to get the kitchen back to how it was before and you cursed yourself for sinking the other ship. You could have made Captain Kidd and the others transfer the kitchen (at least what was working) to the Victoria Punk and maybe get an upgrade out of it.

But you couldn´t even think about running back on deck to see if there might be some way to salvage the wreck, because it was that moment you saw what you feared to see: Your savior in this world of drunken idiots, cruel pirates, and unpredictable weather laying between the rubble of what was once the thick oaken table that had survived far to many fights between the crew.

A screamed filled with pain and grief left your lungs and you sunk to your knees.

“no no no no no!!!”, you cursed, injuring your hands and legs trying to get the rubble out of your way.

Splinters embedded into the palms of your hands. But you did not care. You needed to save your comrade. You owed it. You couldn´t survive one day on this ship without the help you received.

While you scrambled and cursed you were fixated on the meekly shimmering lights of life you could still see, and the broken noises that reached your ears.

“Please”, you sobbed, “Please don´t die on me...Please.”

But no pleading and cursing helped, the second your fingertips touched the cold body of Winston, the lights went dark and no noise reached your ears. He was dead, and you couldnt do anything to help.

“NO!!!”, you sobbed in agony, your fists hitting the ground beneath you in anger.

Until strong, yet gentle hands grabbed your wrists and pulled you against his chest.

“Shh. Calm down, (y/n).”, Killer hummed. He was your closest friend on the Victoria Punk. The one you talked to whenever something (or someone) was on your mind. He was the one you would entrust with shopping for you on islands whenever you had watch, and he was the one you snuggled against when the crew went out for a night of drinks and you were to tired / drunk to keep going. It went so far that the crew joked you were together. But in reality, you were more like twins, two sides of the same coin.

“What´s wrong? Are you injured?”, he asked, worry clearly edging into his voice.

“NO. Well yes, but … WINSTOOOOOOOON!”, you sobbed, “He is dead! And I couldn´t do anything to help.”

A sigh left his chest and a small chuckle followed. He had feared the worst when he had heard your scream and then found you in that state.

“Winston. You are crying and screaming like this because of Winston?”, he asked for clarification.

“YES!! He is the only thing that helped me stay sane during long bouts on the sea! And now he is dead. I can see his innards.”

“(Y/N).”, he hummed, “I bet Captain Kidd can revive him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. And I am sure it will be his top priority. And if not I am sure he, Heat and Wire will get you a new one.”

“NO! No one can replace Winston. He made the best hot cocoa ever! And the temperature for tea is always perfect. And don´t let me get started on the coffee….”

“(y/n). I bet there are machines out in the grand line that are just as good or even better. Just please: don´t cry and do not kill the Idiots before they were able to find one.”

“So it WERE those three who caused the trouble.”, you squinted, your pain over the lost of your morning beverage nearly forgotten, “They will life. At least until they got me a new coffee-machine. And it better be one worthy of a world-noble.”

A cold wave of haki pulsed through the ship, letting every single member of the crew shiver in discomfort.

“You want to go and see what is taking Killer so long to look after (y/n)?”, Heat asked his Captain on deck.

“Am I crazy? You heard her scream. And seeing that there is no fighting going on I assume the kitchen did not survive the battle. Captain would be crazy going there now. Better we wait for Killer to return and tell us what happened and in how much trouble we are.”, Wire mused and the other two nodded in acceptance. They all knew you needed your drink in the morning, and without… lets just say you were not known as the “Victorian Banshee” for no reason.

AN2.0: hihihihi, WHo would have thought about a small plotttwist like that happening? I hope thas was allowed, if not: my apologies !

So what do you think?

#2500 gremlins for bas #massacre soldier killer #kidd pirates #platonic relationships #killer x reader #one piece