#Penguin Writes: Beautiful Words Beautiful People

[hurthermore]

Mama, i agree with the other anaon WE CRAVE THE FLUFF !!! (No force tho ur such a Pookie for writing in Gen <33)

Signed, penguin anon :3

»»------► 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Pairing: 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Warnings: 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛

A/N: 𝙵𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝙻𝙼𝙰𝙾, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙸 𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵, 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚐

He always knew you’d be the death of him; he knew it from the moment he set his sights on you. You, with your charming voice, your beautiful personality, your breathtaking looks that he could get lost in for days; and the way you murdered people alongside that? You were the embodiment of perfection to Alastor.

And even as you stood before him, your clothes heavily swaying along with the strong breeze, a breeze created by the crashing of waves below the very tall cliff you were edging towards, Alastor couldn’t seem to stop following you; like a man heeding the siren's call, he was fully entranced. 

But he knew why, why he followed you here as the sounds of a raging mob could be heard in the distance of the wooded area behind the two of you; a mob that had for some unknown reason, figured out the hobbies Alastor and yourself partook in. Yet the sounds of the angry people marching towards you both wasn’t something his mind would truly register; not as you finally reached the edge of that cliff, enticing him to follow in suit as your hair swept along with the breeze before you looked back at him.

You looked so melancholy as you looked in his eyes. The dried tears sunk into the skin of your cheeks made his heart clench in pain before he finally stood beside you. His hand reaching for your face as he wiped your tears away; a gesture he would always enact for you, even in death, he would be your shoulder to lean on, to cry on, to love on, only for you.

“I will always love you, Alastor. I cannot breathe, live, or merely exist without you.” Your voice sounded so soft, so sweet as you held onto his wrist. Your words echoing through him as he registered the romanticism behind them and why you spoke them, why the two of you even made your way here in the first place. If the mob, the authorities, got ahold of either of you, Alastor would be torn away from you for the rest of his living existence.

He didn’t wish to live without you either.

And he verbalised as such. His words laced with honesty and love as he spoke words of endearment to you, telling you of his love for you, and how even in death, he will remain by your side.

Even if there would be nothing after death, you would still belong to Alastor, just as he belonged to you.

“Then, let’s leave, together.” You requested, your expression, despite being on edge from the inevitability of death that would soon embrace you, looked so content, happy in a way as you stared at him. Your hand was held out for him, waiting for him to truly show you how much he meant those words by enacting a double suicide with you.

A suicide he would grant you.

Taking your hand in his, he pulled you into his chest before he kissed you deeply with a sense of meaning, loyalty and love. To feel you kiss him back as you both stood at the edge of the cliff, a sense of sadness doused him, knowing he would never kiss you again like this, never be able to embrace you like this, and to never be by your side again like this killed him. Ironically so.

He wanted to embrace you further, to consume you further, but as the sounds of the mob became louder and louder, he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, still embracing you before glancing at the waves pounding below.

Holding you close to him, he looked into your eyes, giving you the genuine tight lipped smile that he always did, taking in every detail of your face, memorising it before death met the two of you.

“Together, darling.”

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #reader insert #hazbin hotel #x reader

[pastafossa]

Happy Birthday and a merry 6 years to TRT! 🎂 🎁 🎈 🎉 🍰

🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯

Some FUN TRIVIA FACTS:

TRT's sun sign is VIRGO and its moon sign is LEO!

After 6 years, its current wordcount is 932k words. If you put that in size 12 arial font, single-spaced, this would come to about 2000 pages, and even more if the pages were the usual mass market paperback size!

TRT is now 40 in cat years!

The Man in the White Coat is my tribute to the Mad Scientist trope common in scifi, which is one of my favorite genres!

It is old enough developmentally to tie its shoes! Keep going, TRT!

Ciro is partially inspired by John Marcone from The Dresden Files!

TRT shares a birthday with literary great Agatha Christie! Maybe I'll introduce poison-based murder into the fic in her honor...

The idea of seeing threads came to me after seeing a meme about red threads tying soul mates together. Everything that came after - the other threads, the thread world, how it works, is unique to TRT!

TRT is now longer than War and Peace, and Crime and Punishment combined! So if you've read all of TRT so far, then you have the perfect middle finger to anyone who tries to say you can't focus on longer stories!

The inciting penguin documentary that Foggy drunkenly watched (which led to him declaring Matt and Jane 'penguins') was about Adelie penguins specifically!

Jane has a leather jacket because I love leather jackets and think all badass characters should have a leather jacket! And so you should you! EVERYONE DESERVES A COOL LEATHER JACKET.

The long hiatus between Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 was because I had life things pop up. During that hiatus, I realized the plotline/ending needed some work, so I spent those two years outlining, and I also wound up doing a bunch of additional novel writing classes just because I wanted to learn. A lot of this wound up influencing TRT!

The grey threads are one of the only threads that no one has solved yet!

There are absolutely some bad people working for Cyrus James. There is also a guy named Kyle. He is there not for Evil Purposes (tm) but instead because this was the only place he could work that would allow him to pay off his student loans.

When I started TRT, I thought maybe 5 people total would read it. I was told five people total would read it by some shitty people. So I wrote it expecting five total people would read it, and told myself at least I'd enjoy it, and I could use it to learn. In other words: I had ZERO idea TRT would take off like this. None. Nada. Zip. AND LOOK AT US NOW, BABY. FUCK THE HATERS, 6 YEARS AND GOIN' STRONG.

Based on my outline, we're a bit over halfway to the end!

I hope you enjoyed these TRT funfacts. And I hope you know: this fic isn't just me. It's you, too. This fic has become so much larger than just me. It's the TRT playlist you've sent songs in for that keeps me inspired when writing. It's the fanart I look at to give me a boost. It's your sweet comments and likes and kudos and messages that encourage me when I'm sick or depressed. It's the people who've made friends over this fic, or who've been inspired to write fic themselves, adding beautiful works to the community that we all use to keep going. It's all of this love for both TRT and Matt, and I'm so happy that I've been able to contribute in at least a small way in keeping Charlie!Daredevil love alive even after the show's been gone for years now. I love you all so, so goddamn much. I love this fandom. I love TRT with all my heart. Thank you so much for being a part of these past six years through cancelations, through your high school and college years and beyond, through my ups and downs of moving and sickness and fiberglass and pandemic craziness, through late night chapter drops and wild twists and turns.

And I hope the next few years as we enter the second half of this story are just as amazing!

#the red thread

[quillthrillswriting]

i'm coming out of my writing slump to drop some lines from a very fun concept to write in!!! atla au!!! and kataang content!!!! (to nobody's surprise)

i feel like a lot of people have wondered how different atla as a whole would be if aang had been older, so in this au, now zuko and aang are the same age! naturally, i just had to flip aang being after katara from day one to katara now having a crush on aang from the very beginning.

essentially, to recap. ATLA aang aged up AU fic. kataang. where she falls first, and he falls harder.

also, cmon. i just had to write a new version of the scene where zuko and aang meet.

zuko: you? you’re just a teenager!

aang: s-…so are you…?

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Shining blue eyes. Bright robes made up of strips of fabric coloured in shades of sunset they almost never saw down in the Southern tribes. Katara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the boy sprawled across the ice in front of her. One minute, she’d been getting upset with Sokka over how rude he was being about her water-bending, and the next, she had split a massive iceberg clean in half and released some glowing beam, a blue-arrow-tattooed teenage boy, and his hulking fluffy monster-dog-bear-thing. 

The boy would later tell her that it was called a “sky bison”, and that it flew. Sokka had refused to believe this. Katara had rushed over the hill towards the bluish glow, tumbling through the snow and ice until she had seen him. 

Shining blue eyes. Bright robes made up of strips of fabric coloured in shades of sunset they almost never saw down in the Southern tribes. 

The most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

She couldn’t help her lips parting slightly, jaw hanging slack before she remembered herself. The boy sat up, and Katara tried her best to focus, to gather a cohesive thought.

“W-What is it?” She breathed, whispering for some reason as if the boy would spook and disappear if she was too loud. 

“W-Will-” he struggled, the words so hoarse that it was as though he hadn’t used his voice in decades. He cleared his throat, eyes sparkling distractingly, grinning roguishly. “Will you go penguin sledding with me?”

Katara blanched, momentarily caught off guard. She looked back over at Sokka, who had been watching the exchange with narrowed eyes and a suspicious expression as he recrossed his arms over one another. 

“I- um-... yes?” she answered, hesitantly, just as Sokka’s voice overlapped hers, yelping the words “She absolutely will not!” Katara shot Sokka a scathing glare as the mysterious boy rose to his feet, shaking the snow off of his cloak like a polar-bear dog. 

Sokka continued, his voice both indignant and commanding. “We don’t even know your name, Mr. Walking Ice Cube! What were you doing in there? Were you trying to mimic a snow-man and got too carried away?” 

“And you aren’t exactly dressed for the weather here,” Katara added appraisingly, giving him a once-over. “You look-”

“Dashingly handsome?” The boy smoothly interjected, accompanied by a grin that felt like it was just for her.

“...Cold.”  she said flatly, hoping she wasn’t furiously blushing as she shot him with what she hoped came across as a scathing glare.

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♥ if you want to stick around while i continue this fic, my ao3 (with lots of other kataang and atla works) can be found here!! the first chapter is up now->

#atla au #aged up but nothing sexual!! #aged up aang AU #katara likes aang #i love kataang #and i STAND by that they have such a sweet relationship #makes me so sad that people have to go against his character entirely in order to make him and katara a bad match #atla kataang #kataang #atla fanfic #atla fandom #ao3 #avatar the last airbender #writing #ao3 recs #ao3 works #ao3 link #ao3 writer #confessions #oneshot #fluff #eventual romance #atla sokka #katara #aang #kataang fanfic #trope flipping #trope bending #quillthrillsatlafic

[sochawrites]

Hi I was just wondering if you do yandere characters? If so I would like to request a yandere!comics!Bane with a reader who came to him to learn how to fight but then started backing away from him when he tries to get them into the more crime-y stuff.

If your not comfortable with the yandere bit then you can ignore it.

I'm not necessarily against it, I never tried to write it, but it can't hurt to try! ^^

I tried to keep this gn, since you didn't specify which gender you want me to write it for, but comic!Bane does use Spanish from time to time and, well, it kind of lacks neutral terms. I opted for switching between male and fem terms with those words since it's what some people use in my country instead of the neutral ones. But the closest I have ever been to learning Spanish was taking a few courses on Duolingo, if some terms are wrongfully used, I am terribly sorry.

And Happy New Year!

Abeja

Yandere! Bane x gn! reader

Have Bane's gorgeous ass and back as an apology (I may have dug out my copy of Europa just to get this)

Bane, the man, the myth, the legend, and currently the newest foe of Gotham's Dark knight, but in this madness-ruled city, there was a new one almost every week. Yet this one was different. He wasn't mad like the clown prince of crime, or a part of organized crime like the Penguin. He acted here of his own will, and he wasn't alone.

His motives were unclear, but that didn't matter to you all that much, he was the new big fish in town and was there to stay, that was all you needed to know. You made your way to his hideout, going by the coordinates you traded with some more friendly crooks, getting halfway through before being caught. You could say that it was your superpower, but in reality, you were just quiet and observant.

"You are brave but incredibly foolish for coming here, pequeño." one more word ran through the masked man's mind, one he tried to shove away from the very moment you stepped inside his lair, yet it still lingered. He was staring you down like a predator on a hunt, "I think you have no idea how dangerous I am, do you?"

Bane was right in one thing, you were foolish, foolish enough to come and seek help from him, "No, I do know the extent of your power, that is exactly why I am here.". You were done with being the bottom feed of the city. Even with Batman, people, both close to you and foreign, were still getting robbed, raped, and killed, and you refused to be next on the list.

So you came to the one being you thought of as not only the strongest, but the fairest, believing he had Gotham's best interest in mind, that his path was righteous, and that he would rid the city of the infection. If only you knew then how wrong you were, you would have saved yourself a lot of trouble.

"Are you now? Then tell me, what is it that you want from me?" the more he looked at you, the more he was set on keeping you, your answer had little impact on your fate. There was something about you, about your beauty, and Bane was sure it would drive him crazy if he gave you up.

"Teach me. Teach me how to fight like you, and I promise you my loyalty." you even knelt before him! That made things especially easy.

And so he took you under his wing, teaching you what he deemed worthy for you to know. You were endearing to him, and the more you two chatted, the worse it was, for both of you. What you saw at first as a way out of misery had since become something of a friend. That was how you decided to call it, friendship, completely ignoring the way he quite literally took over your life.

He never let you out of his sight. You thought it was to guarantee your safety, but Bane was simply making sure to keep you for himself. Yet an idea materialized over time. You were the perfect grey mouse, the way you crept in… you had talent, he could use that.

You would be perfect for infiltration. Sure, he would put you in harm's way, but he had trained you, and if he was there to step in whenever needed, to save the day… It would all work out, it had to.

So he started sending you out. First just to the territories of other rogues to test the waters, then he moved to dispatching you straight to the dragon dens. Bane was always close of course. He didn't trust his men to look after you, no matter how loyal to him they were, it wouldn't be enough to calm his mind. He called this upon himself and he swore he would keep you safe, convincing himself that he was the only one who could keep his abeja safe.

But you couldn't continue like that. You first seeked Bane out so that you could stay away from criminals as far as possible, but only now have you started to realize you joined forces with one. You had to draw the line somewhere, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Do not touch what is mine, Bat!", Bane roared out the first and only warning he was willing to give. You were hiding behind Batman, the man you lured to the Iceberg lounge as your last hope to get away from the controlling man.

For the first time in months, you were truly scared. Not only had you broken Bane's trust after swearing him your loyalty, but you also brought in the bat when his plan wasn't fully prepared.

You were quickly shown aside as the fight between the two gained intensity. You could not help but look at the brawl. The way they clashed, it was clear Bane hadn't taught you all he knew.

Batman fought hard, but Bane was fierce, furious, and even though he had his venom prepared, he didn't feel the need to use it. His wit and determination to get you back were this time enough to send Batman scurrying away in a hurry, leaving you behind and on your own.

"Stay away! I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it!" you raised your weapon higher into the air, closer to Bane's face, only for him to laugh at you. "That's a fork, abeja." he muttered as he disarmed you effortlessly and picked you up by the back of your shirt as you stood paralyzed, watching the utensil that was now out of your reach.

Bane took his mask off with his free hand, revealing a cruel smirk on his lips, "Estás en problemas, Y/N...". His voice came out dangerously low, but there was a notable hint of patience. You momentarily locked your eyes with his green ones, the look he gave you... It wasn't only stern and authoritative, but also tender, almost soft, it was off, sickeningly so. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Not to you!" you spat in his face, all admiration you had towards him long gone. You started to wiggle and trash around to make the man lose his hold on you, only to be met with an amused chuckle.

"Eres luchadora, cariño, I always loved that about you, so smart, so ravishing.", Bane spoke out before switching his hold on you, trapping you closer to him, "There's nothing I could do but to fall in love with you.". He kept your hyperventilating form in a rock hold as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes "I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/N, but I can't let you go. Ni ahora, ni nunca."

#bane x reader #bane #gender neutral reader #gn reader #anon request #reader insert #request #I love writing for this doofus. if only it didn't take so long #I'm really sorry about the butchered spanish #I wrote the fork thing first and thought how the bee is literally perfect nickname. y/n will stung once (or try to). but never again #dying inside each day as Bane keeps his darling locked #Whether or not they break and 'fall in love' with him is up to interpretations #yandere #tw yandere

[libraryofloveletters]

Movie Stars

Ibrahima ‘Ibou’ Konate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sweet baby ibou, he's a vlogger y'all could neverrrrr, he's in your face 24/7 but in a cute way, holiday getaways, friendly teasing, lipstick marks, a suggestive ending.

Word Count: 673

Author's Note: first time writing for ibou :) idk what took me sooo long, he's the cutest ever.

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Ibou decides it would be a good idea for you two to make a vlog over the holiday break, just so he can keep his teammates updated. 

Switzerland was the choice for this year's winter getaway. You and Ibou had decided you wanted snow instead of sun this year, as you had gone to Mexico the year before.

It's barely past 10 and you can hear your boyfriend speaking, you assumed he was on the phone with one of his teammates, probably Virgil calling to check up on the two of you - something he tended to do with all of the players.

Your face buried into your boyfriend's chest, trying to wake yourself up when you feel him poke your side. You look up, sleep still in your eyes, fully expecting to see someone on the phone; you just weren't expecting to see yourself.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, the red button blinking - he was recording.

Ibou held the phone so you were both in frame, his arm around you. "It's a vlog, babe! Say hi!"

You roll your eyes playfully, "good morning vlog, it's too early for this." You tell him, rolling the other way. You can hear Ibou speaking, "she's not a morning person, give her a few hours and some coffee, then we'll try again."

Swinging your arm behind you, you smack him in the side as you pull the covers up again.

It wasn't until 2:30 that you saw the phone make its reappearance for the vlog. Your ski goggles on your helmet as you watched your boyfriend film the scenery in front of you; mountains covered in snow, the people scattered all over the place, the sun shining down on you.

Ibou turns the camera back to you. "Say hello to ms. grumpy, she's not so grumpy now. She ate and had coffee." He laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. He goes on to say, "you look like a penguin, baby, all bundled up like that."

You were bundled up for the sweater; winter coat, snow pants, boots and your gloves, hat and helmet cause you weren't about to freeze and die or slip and die either.

Taking the phone from him, you turned the camera to face him. "You can't talk when you're bundled up ten times more than me."

Ibou was wearing about 5 layers, scarves, gloves, hat and everything in between. A blizzard didn't stand a chance against him.

He put his phone away, the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon on the slopes.

It wasn't until later, when you were getting ready for dinner that you heard your boyfriend talking to himself again.

The man showing the vlog around the cabin you were staying in. You were sitting at the vanity, fixing the front pieces of your hair when his footsteps came up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"And this is the master suite, we can find the most beautiful woman in the world getting ready for dinner." He says, flipping the camera to face you. You jokingly look around, "who are you talking to ?"

"You, of course." He smiles, his voice sincere.

You smile, going back to your routine as he shows the vlog the view from your bedroom window.

"So," he turns to you again, "what is that? What are you putting on?"

"Dior, baby." You tell him, swiping the lipstick over your lips. "Shade.." you checked the bottom of the tube. "999, velvet."

"Oh Dior? Très chic, mon amour." (very fancy, my love.)

You nod, pressing your lips together. "I thought so too, but I think I have too much on." You get up, walking over to him.

Ibou's got the phone facing the two of you, your hand on his jaw as you get on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek. There's a red kiss mark left behind on his face, the man smiles when he sees it and you check your lipstick in the camera.

"Perfect."

"I think it's time for the vlog to end." He says, pulling you to him before kissing you. The phone gets tossed somewhere as Ibou picks you up, carrying you to the bed.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #ibrahima konate #ibou konate #ibou donate x reader #ibou konate x you #ibou konate x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

[herzgeist-writes]

Hello my love!

I have an idea for a story with Law <3

I'll leave it up to you how long the story will be. =^-^=

I had read a similar story before but that ended in an open end T-T

I just need a little more food for my imagination and since I like your writing style so much, here is my request:

Reader and Law are together.

The reader has lost her memory due to an accident/fight.

The crew tries everything to get her memory back: favorite food, general things she likes, her tasks in the Polar Tang, her fighting style (for example, if she has a special weapon I can imagine Penguin, Bepo and Shachi waving it around and copying her moves XDDD)

Law is trying to find a medical solution and examines various things about her. Even if he doesn't show much, the crew knows how much it affects him.

Law only introduced himself as a doctor and captain and not as her partner because he doesn't want to push her (LAW IS JUST VERY THOUGHTFUL :3)

One day, the crew sees Reader always looking at Law because he always shows off his beautiful torso ;D That's why the crew told the reader that the two are actually a couple... maybe that's how the memory comes back.. hehehe

I can imagine a Smut/Mature part here very well.. you know?

Because actions work better than words hehehheehe ^////^

In love your Oxy *~*

Pairings: Law x fem!reader with amnesia | Word count: 8.2k | Warnings: Cussing, possible possessive tendency in Law, Smut in the end - petting/fingering

Synopsis: The world around you takes in shapes and sizes you‘ve never seen before. Everything and everybody is foreign. However, those strangers, encircling the bed you find yourself in, seem to know you, always calling you (Y/n). Where are you? What happend? And why is that weird white hatted man so familiar?

A/N: Why hello lovely! I know how much you love to read, so I didn‘t hold back with this OneShot ;3 Thank you so much for your request! I hope I could give you a smile with this one honey ఌ - this one’s for you Oxy

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"I think she's waking up!" - "Oh thank goodness!", bearly audible to you, the voices muffled from your restricted hearing, you recognise how relief eases the tension around you.

A sharp stinging light makes you whince in discomfort, the lamp on the ceiling shining right into your tired eyes. What is this place? Cold metal walls zone in the room, shivers run down your spine from that perception.

The blanket, covering your body, appeases you more or less, for you are still completely disoriented, your gaze now landing on the people surrounding you.

"Bepo, quick! Get the Captain!", one of the two men commands the . . polar bear? Is that truly a mink? You dare not believe your eyes, rubbing them in astonishment.

Hasty paw pads rush out of the doorframe and a quirky voice yells rather panic induced: "Captain! Captain she's awake!" Confused, you take a closer look at the men idling beside you. Both wear quite silly hats, and each of them are dressed in a white overall with a strange jolly roger on their chest. Something tells you, you've seen it somewhere before.

Are they pirates? Oh dear. Anxiously you shrink away, lifting up the blanket to shield your face. The man with an orca hat on top his red locked head approaches you cautiously, holding up his hands to calm you: "(Y/n), what's wrong? Does anything hurt?"

Even more than before, perplexity fogs up your mind. Who is (Y/n)? Timidly peeking over the rim of your cover, your grimace visibly questions the man's choice of naming.

"What are you so afraid of, (Y/n)? It's us! Shachi and Penguin.", the other man states, tilting his head in curiosity. Again you hear that name and two additional ones, appearing to be their's.

You repeat their names in bewilderment, not fully trusting those two 'strangers' yet. A loud slam of the door takes you aback, forcing you to hide beneath the rug in dread.

The familiar voice, that basically screamed 'Captain' over and over again, calls out: "Look, she woke up." - "Thank you, Bepo." Another person entered the room. Your body trembles from the sheer amount of pressure, feeling scared and lost. How did you get here? Who are these people?

Suddenly, your only 'place of retreat' gets lifted off your face, revealing a tall and dark figure with a white fluffy hat before you. These people sure have an extraordinary taste in accessories.

Little whimpers and squeaks escape you, struggling to find another hiding spot in the bed you're nuzzled in. Thus you press yourself far up into the corner of the mattress, away from the uncanny unknown: "Who are you?"

Silence overwhelmes the group. It's as if you can hear their brains working, worried glances being shared among another. The polar bear speaks lowly: "Uh oh, did she . . lose her memory?"

"What's your name?", the tall man asks calmy, taking a seat beside you. Nothing but insecure stutters tut out of you, seeking solace in staring at your feet.

He continues his query: "Do you know where you are?" - "N-No . ." Silence shifts to restlessness, for the three men standing near the bed begin to out their worry, a loud chaos breaking loose.

"Quiet down men! It was to be expected after such a powerful blow.", the sinister looking guy sitting not far away from you growls at them, annoyed by all this unnecessary ruckus. The red haired man asks what will happen next, while throwing his hands through the air.

Getting up from his seat by your side, the tall one gives you a long lasting look and turns to the others, commanding them to leave this room. Obedient, they do as told and close the door behind them.

In a swift turn, the stranger averts his attention back to you. It is only till now, that you notice a large weapon leaning against his shoulder. Afraid he will harm you, you flail: "Please have mercy! Don't hurt me!"

"Who said I will hurt you?", deftly unsheathing his nodachi, he aligns the blade vertically and rumbles 'Scan'. A light blue hue emits from the sharp metal in his hands, humming omniously.

Uttering something incomprehensive to himself, the white hatted one concentrates on your frail body, looking you up at down while his weapon glides from left to right over his field of vision.

A sigh of discontentment empties his lungs, as he narrows his gaze, seemingly deep in thought. "The internal bleeding has stopped and the cuts and bruises are healing nicely, but it seems your hippocampus took damage from the trauma.", he analyses your vitals and injuries, coming to the conclusion that you need lots of rest and support in regaining your memory.

With the nodachi put aside, the man's expression softens to the merest. By his presence, you acknowledge how you're intimidated, scared even. Nevertheless, a tiny voice within you contradicts your notion of threat.

Tending to your wounds, he prepares a set of cleaning tools and antisceptics to replace the old bandages with new ones.

Gentle and light touches of fingertips are close to tickling you. Closely observing his skillful and composed movements, you are in disbelief: "Why are you helping me?" - "Well, you are under my care. As your Captain and doctor it is my duty to keep you safe and sound."

Not expecting such a high regarded title, you lower your head in reverence, ashamed you didn't know, but could you believe him? Then again, you ask gingerly: "But who are you?"

"I am Trafalgar Law. Captain of this submarine and doctor as already mentioned.", he rumbles, as he finishes your treatment, he removes the tools he used to freshen you up with shortly after. You watch his every move, still not apprehending what is going on.

Finally done with the smaller undertakings, Law faces you and speaks to clarify your vacant confusion: "Listen, you're suffering from memory loss. Your brain has been traumatized by an . . attack you took in for me. Luckily, traumatic amnesia is transient, meaning you should regain your memories in a short amount of time. About two days, one on fortunate terms."

All that medical knowledge makes your head spin, more than necessary and you scrunch your face in displeasure. Law sighs, understanding you're not able to discern his explanation, thus he adds: "What's more important is - your name is (Y/n). My-", choking on the next word, before it leaves him, the doctor overthinks his decision and quickly summarizes, "My crew member. You are part of the Heart pirates, understood?"

"Wait, I'm a pirate?!", completely out of it, you push yourself off the bed, shooting closer to, apparently, your Captain. Soft red strikes over his cheeks by your sudden approach and he takes a step back, clearing his throat: "Yes, you are a pirate, an insane one at that. You let a Vice Admiral hit you with one of his strongest abilites, just to save me." You are shook by that horrific action. How did you manage such a suicide move?

Overwhelmed you let your gaze wander over the room's furniture, still wondering your whereabouts. As if he read your mind, though it isn't difficult to decipher that ever growing pout on your face, he disperses your brain fog: "You're aboard our submarine, the Polar Tang. Right now you are located in the infirmary."

A small 'Wow' escapes you and you gawk at Law in amazement. It's unlikely for him to deem something as adorable, but since you are in fact the Surgeon of Death's spouse, he cannot swat away the heart clench in his chest. How much he hates to admit your cuteness, damn you (Y/n).

Be that as it may, your man is determined not to crush you with the regarding topic, not intending to find you fainting or of sorts. Perhaps fainting is over the top, yet the doctor isn't prone to find out the countless possible shock reactions.

A simper plasters over the supernova's face, thinking that you're about to relive your memories once more in one way or another. The most awaiting would be you falling in love with him all over again. Well, at least he dearly hopes you would.

Naturally he is looking foward to the moment you come back to your senses, albeit a sour taste of anxiety lingers in the back of his head, fearing you might 'change' your mind.

No. There is no way this will happen. So it is decided, Law will inform you at some point of the day, if you’re not coming to realise on your own that is. But first, he wants you to catch up with the others and your daily doings, behaviour and mannerisms.

Carefully taking you by your hand he leads you out of the infirmary: "I will show you around the sub for a bit, before I'll leave you to your crew mates. Don't let go of my hand, sweet- . . (Y/n)."

What a save. Very smooth, Trafalgar. What was he about to call you? You simply cannot take a full grasp on his inconsistency, opting you to ponder.

Room after room, your memories steadily reappear in the back of your head, recognising smaller things such as the corridors to the kitchen and sleeping quarters. Even every now and then, a familiar face walks past you, making your head turn, exclaiming a short 'Oh' to your recall.

Over time, the man, who oh so kindly gives you a tour around the submarine, peaks your interest alertingly fast, acknowledging his handsome features and strangely charming remoteness, after fleeting glances. There is something about Law's cold and stoic that wouldn't let you go, drawing you in like a moth to the flame.

At the control station, the Captain 'reintroduces' you to the commanding table, sonar system and world map, explaining every detail you are in need to know.

The inked finger points at the middle of the ocean on the map spread across the table: "This instant, we're located approximately around these waters here. So we are heading west to-" Your digit lingering closely next to his far larger one breaks Law out of focus, narrowing down his wide open eyes to see the source of warmth crawling up his arm.

"I think I remember. There's a massive pool of sea kings in these parts!", pride swells your chest, recollecting the fragments of your knowledge and experiences. Confounded, rather positively that is, the doctor passes a subtle smile to you, content with your progressive recovery: "Correct."

His calloused looking hand gently leads yours to a spot on the map, indicating on an isle in the north blue: "And do you know this island?" - "Y-Yes! That's where I was born and raised!"

One can see the tiny cogs in your brain functioning again. You have no idea how relieved the aloof man beside you is. Yet that feeling of wholesomeness ends, as soon as you mention a certain isle: "Oh and that's Flevance! Isn't that . . your . ."

Which were mellow, a brief moment ago, are now cold and dark eyes, fixated on bleak letters saying 'Kingdom of Flevance', he once called his home. "It was.", he utters, a hint of pain causing his voice to fall. It is now that you catch on to his sinister dark events, opting you to apologize. Law waves it off without a word.

The sudden change of his aura sends you all kinds of bad signals, leaving you emotionally affected by seeing this monster of a man sunk in himself like this. How badly you wish you could take this brainless blathering back.

"We should get going," making his way out of the control station, Law stops at the exit, expecting you to follow, "I'll bring you over to the common rooms. You will find Bepo, Shachi and Penguin there."

His hand beckons, inviting you to take it. Again, eachother's fingers interlace carefully and Trafalgar strides through the corridors towards the new destination with his little lady in tow.

The metal door creaks open and a display of three fools fighting over who gets to eat the last peanut butter mochi makes you chuckle. To Law's pique, he clears his throat to gain the men's attention.

As soon as they recognise their Captain leaning against the doorframe, all three slam the edges of their palms onto their foreheads and straighten up their postures in alert. It is to their exact knowing, fully aware, that the Surgeon of Death isn't apt to shenanigans and useless bickering.

"At ease men. Make sure (Y/n)-ya understands her tasks and duties by the end of the day. I'll see myself to my office, perhaps I can develop some sort of cure, or hasten the healing process of her amnesia", as you squeeze past your Captain through the doorstep, his hand brushes over your back, as if reassuring himself you'll be fine. What a strange way to interact with a mere crew member, you think to yourself. The touch was sensuous, light as a feather, fleetingly gliding over your spine. It sends unexpected tingles all over your body. "Y/n! Come on, let's show you your daily routines!" - "Oh, we shouldn't forget her fighting style!", Shachi and Penguin greet you with open arms, ready to show you everything, if not the whole world, not exaggeratedly speaking. Bepo toddles over to you and reintroduces himself, the humble and shy polar bear he is: "I know you already heard my name a few times now, b-but I'm Bepo, Vice Commander of the Heart pirates."

The other two men join the mink, bursting with chaotic energy. The red head announces: "I'm Shachi, you have a huge crush on me- ow!", with a loud slap, the penguin hatted one knocks some sense into him, interrupting his foolery and smiles at you: "And I'm Penguin!"

Warmth radiates from your heart, feeling positively overwhelmed by their welcome. Deep within you, you are certain - this is family.

-_

"Alright, now you hold your dagger like this!", the polar bear mink instructs you how you used to fight as an assassin, flailing your weapons around in his giant fuzzy paws. All that while giving off exaggerated high pitched screams, resembling an overly ambitious martial arts fighter.

Shachi and Penguin snicker, muffling their chuckles into their fist to keep their volume in lower case. Confused, you watch as Bepo demonstrates the moves you apparently fight with. Skeptically you tilt your head: "A-Are you sure I did-" - "Oh yes! Yes, look!"

And with one great swing, the Vice Commander misjudged his power, spins around his own axis and lands on his behind, exclaiming a short 'Ow'.

Not able to hold back anymore, the two men witnessing the glorious finishing move, burst out into laughter, holding their stomachs. "That's so you, Bepo!" - "Oh man, this never gets old!", Shachi and Penguin muse, wiping away their tears of joy from the corner of their eyes.

"Ha ha . . very funny. At least I'm not just a bystander, giggling like a little girl and being a lazy piece of-", before the mink can end his sentence, his gaze lands on you, seeing your concern amplify through raised eyebrows. So he censores his unkind words, translating them: ". . a lazy bum!"

"We've been showing her around with no hours on end, I'm starving!", Shachi groans and pulls a face like he's dying any second. Like the red head, Penguin slumps and reckons to his comrade’s comment: "Let's go get some grub then."

Not even the polar bear can decline this idea, his tummy audibley growling for everyone to hear.

At the kitchen, the four of you gathered at the table after preparing a quick lunch to regain your energy for even more 'memory boost' sessions. As you munch down on an onigiri, Shachi hums: "Ikkaku has outdone herself once more, I love when she's cooking!"

"Oh yeah, me too!", you chirp. Wait. Did you just remember the curly haired lady and her famous culinary arts? Though your cheeks are filled with rice, a smile lines over your lips, feeling much more like yourself again.

The boys cheer you on, praising you with a collegial pat on your shoulder. Bepo wiggles his ears in chipper: "It must have been the spicy tuna in the onigiri, firing up your senses. Maybe you need to eat more hot foods." - "That must be it. There's plenty of rice balls left." Playfully nudging your elbow into your Vice Commander's, laughing to his theory, you reach for another one of Ikkaku's delights.

Just when you are about to grab the next portion, another hand gets in your way, a long arm hovering over you from behind. "I see things are improving.", a familiar raspy voice sounds at the back, leading you to turn around and find yourself staring right at your Captain's chest.

Instantly averting your attention back to the plate infront of you, that tiny cardiac arrest made you squeak in embarrassment. Is it just you, or did the three dorks snicker to your display of fluster?

By all means, it is hard not to - the black lines enhancing Law's lean torso, the skin tanned and oddly smooth looking, pushing your prying eyes further to scan from top to bottom. Lower and lower until . .

Penguin snorts: "Yeah, things are definitely improving. We'll get back to (Y/n)'s recollection after this, Captain." - "Good. You know where to find me, if anything's up." Heat shoots up your face, as Law's hand grazes your shoulder. How utterly embarrassing. Shudders run down your back and again you're left with those three brazen fools musing at your dismay.

The sound of the door closing loosens your tense muscles and you sigh: "Guys, can you tell me why he's walking around with his hoodie jacket open . . without a shirt underneath?" The men give eachother a knowing glance and turn back to you. "Why do you ask? Do you maybe . . like . . him?", the red head smirks and waggles his eyebrows at you in a taunting manner.

Perhaps with a few too many head shakes, you deny his assumption, cheeks radiating a shade of pink - the orca hatted man doesn't buy it. Thus he dares to give you the 'killing blow': "And what if I told you, that you and him are actually a thing? Like - you know, smoochin' all over the place?"

Involuntarily, a sharp 'What' forces out of you, not believing your crew mate's insinuations. So you wave a hand infront of your face to imply how insane he actually is: "Oi, I don't believe you. Me and him? That's nothing but disputable." - "Oh yeah? Why don't you find out yourself? Instead of Captain, call him Dr. Heart Stealer - trust me he loves it!"

Hesitating at first, you vaguely accept, but your stomach churns by the thought of him reacting to your ridicule. Law will either question your sanity or turns on his heels and goes about his day without a word. There's also a possibility, that he will do both at once. Yet, you take that risk.

-_

After lunch, the little nervous you toddles over to the Captain's office, the pounding heart in your ribcage close to bursting. The door to his cabin is closed, hence you knock two times. Nothing. Again. 'Knock knock' reverbes from your knuckles against the metal.

"I hope you have a good explanati- . . on. (Y/n)-ya?" - "Can I come in, Captain?", with an open arm leading the way, Law welcomes you inside. Why do you feel so warm? Tumbling over your own words, you twiddle your thumbs in hopes to stay on track of your 'mission'. Back on his chair, the doctor gives you a short glance, before returning to work again: “What do you need?”

"I thought I'd bring over some more food for you. You're working so hard to find a remedy for amnesia, it must be straining, no?", placing a pair of spicy tuna onigiri on his desk, you notice the heaps of papers and open books. Law seems eminently invested in this matter.

You see a spark in his tired steel eyes. The dark circles beneath enlightening to the slightest, as if the solution to all his problems simply is - rice balls. Miracles weren't much to your beliefs, but it sure is now, watching the doctor take a bite out of the hot delectable with a faint smile. A muffled 'thanks' rumbles out of him, his mouth still full.

Few rice corns stick to the corner of his lips. Not sure why it is your first instinct to begin with, however your obliviousness got the better of you. Without any second thought you walk up to him and stretch out your thumb to wipe away the mess.

The Captain's pupils contract to small, barely visible dots and stares at you in disbelief. Finally realising what you've done, you shy away. About to storm out the office, you remember your objective and steady yourself. How absurd, but you have find out your true relationship with this man.

"I- I brought a mochi too, would you . . like to have it, Dr. Heart Stealer?", you murmur and shift back and forth in place.

Silence. Law blinks at you indifferently. Did his ears take on a tint of red? It is difficult to perceive it in the dimmed light. After an eternity, he clears his throat and averts his attention back to his researches: "You can put it next to the onigiri on the table here, thank you."

You do as asked and turn to the door, except a certainly annoyed Captain calls out to you, his sharp tone forcing you to stay: "Shachi tricked you, didn't he?", ashamed you let your head sink, staring at your feet, not comprehending what he's implying, nevertheless Law is kind enough to continue the conversation: "Don't fret, I'll take care of it. You go now, I will see you tonight."

Never wavering his gaze from the notes in his hands, he demands you to return to your, one may call it 'reflection' training. The emphasis on 'will' sounds enticing, more than you'd like to admit. Is he doing this on purpose?

Nonetheless, how exactly did Law acknowledge that Shachi ployed you about the 'Dr. Heart Stealer' thing? And by the by, how is that an indication, that you are supposedly partners?The Captain didn't give off the impression of being opposed by you calling him that though. Are you truly a couple? That rhapsody makes your head spin.

-_

The sun drops into the ocean’s blue and the horizon darkens, the light fading into black. The submarine surfaced in midst of the Grand Line’s seas, pausing to give the Heart pirates the opportunity to take a breather. On deck, a spontanious banquette has been prepared to enjoy the starry skies above. Laterns and an open fire brighten up the place, an easeful atmosphere enveloping one with warmth. Now that Ikkaku’s on kitchen duty, the crew is especially looking forward to her creations.

Everybody gathers on deck, waiting for the delicacies to be served. Supporting the curly haired woman to arrange the tables with dishes and cutlery, Shachi and Penguin announce the food’s arrival: “It won’t take long now! Ready yourself fellas!”

The brunette grins over both ears and she slaunders to the tables with serving plates in her hands: “First batch’s up guys!” Praises and cheers fill the air and Ikkaku laughs to the scene before her, blushing by the people‘s applause.

The evening is in full swing - food, drink and the company of your friends enlighten you and your bleached out memories. It is now, that you are able call every last crew member by their name. Even past occurences attain colours and shapes in your subconscious again.

"(Y/n) honey! How are you feeling?" - "Kaku! I'm alright! It's been . . a tough day, but I'm glad it's only for a short amount of time.", a big hug from the curly haired girl squeezes your lungs and overwhelms you with joy.

With a soft curl of your lips you beam at her, showing her gratitude through a giggle: "Your culinary expertise made me remember you, I'm not kidding!" - "Oh stop!"

The two hens the both of you are snicker and go about your women's chattering and girly talk, making jokes and simply being alive. A highly understimated concept for a pirate.

Ikkaku takes note of a tall figure, appearing to be fixated and inches closer behind you. "I think you are needed.", she nods in the person's direction, indicating you to turn.

Glancing over your shoulder, Law adresses you calmly: "Heard you're making alot of progress." To his recognition you spin around to face him properly and flutter your doe eyes, delighted that he too is relieved about your constant recovery.

"Indeed! Are you still researching for a cure?" - "I am. Though the brain is capable to heal itself to a certain extent, some conditions are never fully cureable. Amnesia, just as much as dementia and migraines, still remain a damned mystery to medical science.", his voice sounds tired, strained as he summarizes his current state.

Something about Law tells you, that he's rather restless. Rocking from side to side on his legs for days. His gaze shifts nervously to Ikkaku and you, back and forth for a few times. What is the usually stoic and cold Trafalgar on about?

The awkward silence gets interruped by his hesitant muttering: "I'm going to bed, when will you-" He stops, freezing solid and biting his inner lip upon the realisation what he was about to say. Confuddled you raise your brows, the expression acting as a mute ask for explanation.

You hear little titters coming from Ikkaku. Sweat builds on Law's temple and you decide to speak, in hopes to ease the tension: "When will I . . what?" - "Forget it. Good night."

Toddling off stiffly, the Captain pulls down the rim of his hat, keeping his blush from prying eyes. Well, the only person that managed to see the evident glow radiating from his face, is you. Oh and how you chime in to the pain and suffering of fluster, for you feel the heat rising up your cheeks as well. How embarrassing.

Loosing it completely, Ikkaku snorts: "(Y/n), didn't Captain tell you, that you're his partner?" - "N-No . . but Shachi told me beforehand, or rather tricked me into finding out myself." The woman watches as Law makes his way to the office again, vanishing behind the metal door.

Besides Ikkaku, everybody else on the submarine noticed the Captain's hard labor and grapple. He is a very meticulous and strict person, sticking to a routine he'd like to preserve. You've grown onto him, you are a part of his life. It is clear to every crew member.

Leaning in, the woman utters lowly to you: "I believe he's stuck on his daily routine and he was about to ask you to follow him to your shared room to go to bed."

"You're joking, right?", close to exploding, your neck hairs stand on end, hearing her surmise and Ikkaku responds: "I'm not. You're together, in all seriousness."

Are you about to faint? This can't be happening. The brunette holds your hands to keep your scattered thoughts at bay: "Hey, it looks like he doesn't realise you're aware." - "B-But I called him . . Dr. Heart Stealer."

Another set of loud laughter comes your way. Tears of joy form in the corner of the curly haired girl's eyes. She pats the back of your hand and assures you to stay calm and let him come to you. "Either he'll tell you, or you'll remember it before he's able to do so. It's a fifty fifty chance.", she shrugs.

It bothers you. There are no memories about you and him . .

Perhaps there is alot to recall and your brain needs more time to render all the pictures. Oh dear.

-_

Slowly, your lids open, though in weary. You find yourself tucked in your bed. Out of instinct, you reach for the night stand next to the - wait. There is none in your room. Why was it your instinct to check for that kind of furniture in the first place?

The double bed in your shared room with Law has a night stan- hold it right there. You remember it now. Usually, the early mornings start with you and him waking up all entangled, his head resting on your chest and subtly nuzzling up against you. And in the end, it all leads to a lazy morning make out session and beyond.

Still a bit torn and blurry, the images take over your mind and you shake them off, not believing this is verily true. They're not making sense to you, not yet to say the least.

All those inner struggles slow down your process of putting on clothes and preparing for a day on board the Polar Tang. It throws you off track, without a doubt.

Finally dressed and ready for today's challenges, withal the overly specific memories popping up one after the other, your next destination is set for the kitchen to fetch some breakfast. Heavy paw pads stop infront of you: "Oh (Y/n), I was about to check in on you. Here, I got you your favorite." Bepo hands over a chocolate croissant, wrapped up in a napkin and gives you a toothy grin.

"O-Oh thank you! You're such a sweetheart!" - "Heh, it's nothing really. They almost went out again, so I snatched the last one for you.", how utterly considerate of your Vice Commander. You didn't believe it was possible, but the bear's fur paints pink around his fuzzy cheeks in shyness.

After that wholesome morning meeting with the adorable mink, you continue the corridor towards the kitchen. And the croissant? Well, it isn’t your favorite for nothing - you ate it in one go.

As you reach your destination, you cautiously press down the lever of the metal door, not entirely sure about the vivid discussion on the opposite side, you eavesdrop through the small gap. "But Captain it was only a tiny prank! It's not my fault you didn't have the guts to refresh your own girl’s memory.", the familiar voice stutters, it's Shachi's. Then another acquainted tone meets your ears: "You idiot, this is none other than my decision when and how to tell her about our partnership. I was intending to yesterday, but it’s just . ."

That was Law, obviously verbally punching Shachi to make a point about his unease regarding that topic. He sounds insecure. What is holding him back in basically confessing to you a second time? Did his feelings for you fade perhaps? This is all so devastating.

About to leave, a certain penguin hatted man greets you wholeheartedly from the back: “Good mornin’! What’s up (Y/n)? Is the door stuck?” His loud highball appears to have reached the alert men on the other side of the doorframe. Haste foot steps clack over the metal floor towards your direction. Inwardly swearing, you excuse yourself: “Sorry Penguin, gotta run!”

“(Y/n)-ya? What is she doing here?”, rushes through Law’s mind, anxiety forming a clump in his throat, leaving him agitated - nervosity growing along side it, evident through his clenched jaw. Did you overhear the conversation? He tears open the slightly gaped door, only to find a startled Penguin saluting him. “M-Morning Captain!” - “Where did she go?”, the crew mate points at the hatch, leading to the decks. And this is where he darts off, determined to find you at any cost.

A sharp ‘Shit’ escapes you, unsure about your hiding place outside the submarine, pressing your back against the mast facing the wide ocean. Your quick breath makes your head dizzy, close to hyperventilating you place your hand onto your chest, actually scared of him finding you. By all means, there is no way you’re able to flee, you are running from a man with the ability to teleport anywhere he desires, swapping places with any being or object.

The high pitched creak of the Polar Tang’s security door animates your heart to beat faster. One, two, three - slow steps advance to the center of the platform, the dull wooden sound of shoes clattering inches dangerously closer to your hiding spot. Four, five, six - they stopped. Your blood freezes. “I know you’re hiding behind the mast, (Y/n)-ya . .”, he found you. Not daring to move a muscle, you let out a shameful sigh. This goes beyond compare how utterly distraught you feel.

“Never was it to my liking to play hide and seek games, but I think the person found is supposed to come out of the hiding, when discovered.”, he surely is not amused. A tinge of impatience conspicuous in his tone. Therefore you are not eager to test his tolerance and emerge from behind the mast. Upon seeing you, his lids squint to thin lines and he sighs in irk. He leans his head against the sheathe of the nodachi on his shoulder, no words needed for you to understand to clarify your immature behaviour. Thus you squeak a tiny apology. Law doesn’t prod to deep into the matter of your eavesdropping, but he perceives a still lingering uncertainty in you, which earns a shaky breath out of him.

Tad bit roiled, he mumbles in utterance: “I believe your memories aren’t fully back to normal yet.” You bite your lip and avert your gaze, looking at anything except your Captain. So you confirm his guess: “Yes. It’s just . . who are you? What are we?”

Again, the question that appearingly wouldn’t let you go so easily. Hence Law approaches you gradually, his shadow threateningly towering over you. “I am your Captain and your doctor, but let me expand the horizon for you.”, one foot after the other he closes in, “I am a wanted man, a pirate of the worst generation, a supernova and former shichibukai, feared across the seas. However, most importantly-“.

As he takes a stand right infront of you, he slouches down and stares deeply into your deep e/c eyes. The trademark smirk plasters across his lips and he continues where he decided to pause dramatically: “I am your man. And you are my woman. Understood?” Once more, snippets of past events, of you and him being with one another, flash up in your mind. You feel bashful, amazed that a man of his calibre is with you. Good lord.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” - “It seems you’re not up to date yet. I’d rather not talk about it, I’m sure you’ll know in time.”, he groans to your curiousity and rolls his eyes. His audacity to evade fires you up, pushing you to muster the courage to out the following: “So you’re shy?”

His cockyness loosens and Law only manages to stare, hissing a deft ‘Shut up’ at you. Oh you’ve hit the mark. So this is how it goes. On top of it all, you dare to comment with ‘Cute’, chirping out of you in playfulness. The wall of stoicism crumbles, so he grabs your wrist and places your palm on his cheek. Strange, yet effective - it takes you aback. What is the Surgeon of Death implying? He growls: “Repeat what you did yesterday afternoon.”

It takes a second for you to make out what he’s asking for, or more accurately ‘commands’ you to do. Oh, the onigiri incident.

Your thumb glides over the corner of his mouth, reinacting the scene where you reluctantly wiped away the mess from his face the day before. Heat emits from his skin to your gentle touch. Suddenly, he turns his head to let his lips graze along your palm, trailing down to your wrist. You’re about to withdraw, but in vain. Law’s stronghold simply won’t budge.

Entertained, he huffs, half lidded eyes fogged with a hint of want: “So you said shy?” The pecks follow up your forearm and reach the crook of your elbow. A gasp hushes out of you, not comprehending this son of a gun’s aim. Up and up he goes, cautious jabs turn into more longing kisses. He stops at your shoulder for a moment to smile victoriously: “I was merely being considerate towards you. Didn’t want to overwhelm you with . .“, mid-sentence he proceeds his affection, all the way further, passing your shoulder and to your collarbone, “. . this.”, he ends his implication with a bite. The sensation elicts a mute moan out of your agape lips, the sound stuck in your throat.

Not satisfied, Law pursues the soft lines of your neck, favoring you in letting his tongue glide on your delicate skin. At last, he hears your divine voice giving in to his ministrations. Occassionally he breaks away to indulge himself in the pleasure, the power he has over you. Oh how he missed you, though it was solely a day without. His hands grab your shoulders, motioning you to back up, pushing you against the mast. “You’re terrible in hiding your attraction for me. Always were.”, he chuckles into your ear, close to nibbling your lobe. You shiver: “Look who’s talking.” - “Strong statement.”

Teeth prod against the shell of your ear, earning a supressed whimper from you. It enchants the Captain, prompting him to continue this pleasing ‘reunion’ elsewhere. “Hold on to me.”, he coos and you do as told. In a blink of an eye, you find yourself sitting on the desk of Law’s office.

“How much I hate it when you’re acting all cute. It brings me over the edge.”, he grits at you and places his large hands onto your knees. You lean back in response, trying to extrend the distance between you and him. His radiance lulls you in, enticing you to embrace his yearn. Almost too kindly he asks: “Will you let me show you our current ‘stand point’ of our relationship?” - “Only if you’re gentle . .”

He damns the gods for sending you to him. The way you flutter your lashes and hold yourself practically invites him to make you his. Before he grows weak, he boosts his authority with a sassy remark: “I’m a doctor, not a ruffian. So please . .”, he forces your legs to spread apart and takes a stand between them, his face barely a breath away from yours now, “. .trust me when I say, I want to refresh your memory the most ‘appeasing’ way possible.” Big words for a man of his usual aloof nature.

About to speak, you open your mouth, only to be restrained by his lips. They silence you for good, seduce you to submit to your possessive Captain. Trafalgar is persistent in his pursuits, eager to lure your memories. It knocks the air out of your lungs as you feel his fingers dig into the crease between your thighs and hips, pulling you closer to his pelvis. You recognise his hard on pulsating against your core, animating you to rub along his length. A sigh of relief brushes your skin, coming from the highly driven man before you, lust overcoming him unpreventively.

Your fingers circle over his neck, curling underneath the nape, leaving the man entranced. He purrs: "You won't be needing these for now." Where are your clothes? Why are you wrapped up in a bed sheet? That little-

Law reckons you noticed him take advantage of his abilites, to which he deftly huffs: "Don't give me that look." - "How can’t I? You’re so . ." This moment, you're stuck on a question, struggling to find a suiting way to describe him. Well, you are sweethearts afterall, why not be a bit more daring? “. . naughty, doctor.”, you whisper, the outturn reveals as more than worth the risk, for he hushes you with his index, shutting your trap, if you will. The Captain is flustered, therefore he sees fit to just quiet you down - in a rather stimulating way. In a brash tone he commands you to ‘suck’.

So you do, devouring his digit with utmost passion, observing how Law intently watches your lips and tongue, preparing him for the long awaited.

The hungry eyes of your Captain linger over your half naked body, undressing you and soaking in every wave like curve. His free hand moves on pure instinct and begins to unfold you from the silken shield. With a distinct ‘pop’, his finger exits your mouth, you see how the tall man takes back to nourish every inch of you.

And here you are, sitting there with your tender hands covering your full magnificence, squeezing your legs tightly around Law's waist, too bashful and shy to show your womanly charms. Only if you knew about the strong desires he harbours.

"I'm sorry . . you've probably seen everything on me already." - "I did. Every last nook-", he kisses your jaw, "and-", the corner of your mouth, "cranny.", and finally your lips, nibbling and biting down on the cherry pink skin. Letting off a dreamy sigh, he demands you to not hide your divine physique from him, your answer forming as lustful gaze into his hazy ones.

DEATH caresses your mound and slowly drifts over the now drenched labia. "Mhm, you're so wet.", he flatters, smiling in a naughty manner. You cannot hold in a moan as he lets two fingers glide inside you, scissoring and stretching your velvet walls. The letters above his knuckles vanish out of sight.

In suave, Law's thumb strokes your rose coloured nub, circles and flicks taking you to cloud nine. He sees your pleasure, your bliss you find yourself in and he's getting over his head. Proudly he growls into your ear, implying how utterly satisfied he is.

Already close, you're incapable to stay your ground, your breath hitching from overstimulation and body literally vibrating under his touch. Turning the tables on him, it is now you who lets her teeth graze along his lobe, suggestively tugging on his golden earrings.

Is it just you, or did a low and short kept 'Fuck' slip out of him? Well, you're not able to think further regarding that matter, for his skillful digits swirl directly over your g-spot, stars blurring your vision.

"Here we go, that's the spot." - "Y-Yes. Please . . don't stop.", amused by your impatience, he denies you your upcoming high prematurely. You moan from the abandonement and give Law a mournful sigh.

How villainous the Surgeon of Death can be, rumbling at you with a wide grin: "My, you want to come, darling?" Nodding your head aggressively in confirmation, you beg and plea, your walls clamping around his god like fingers. Thus he indulges you once more: "Then allow me."

Notching onto one of your perked nipples, he licks and sucks on your tit rather ferociously, while resuming to pump his adorned digits inside you. And all seems so easy to him, the thumb remaining on your throbbing clit.

Your lover moans along with you, though in lower case, but the vibrations of his deep voice ignite you without question. The essence flows down your inner thigh, ready to burst. "Don't hold back my heart, let go on my hand, come on.", he groans, lulling you in seductively, craving to see you reach your high.

The climax runs you over, hot fluid leaking down your skin and gathering like a pool in Law's palm, earning even more sweet nothings coming from him. Weak, you chant his name, a serenade of erotica being sung with pure affection. Oh how divine you are to him, hence he seals your lips with his, humming into the kiss in total ecstasy.

Carefully he rides out your orgasm, attentive to every of your quivers and squirms. As he pulls out, he averts his attention to his soaked fingers, licking off your honey sweet wetness. His gaze never wavers from you, lapping up every single drop from his skin. Praising your taste, calling it delectable, Law gladly shares your flavor, yet again lip-locking your plump and rosy mouth.

"So, who am I?", he jestingly questions you, to which you simper tiredly and reply dreamily: "You are my love, my favorite doctor . . Trafs." The giggly mess that you are, nuzzles up against him. Truly, you do remember a hundred percent who this man is to you. It becomes clear to him now as well, especially after that ridiculous nickname ‘Trafs’ you came up with sometime ago. Nevertheless, he wouldn't have it any other way - he loves you and your quirks, no matter how annoying they appear to be.

The Captain is relieved beyond compare, that you are back to your true self again, delighted he was able to remind you to whom you belong.

Yet, the sound of a belt unbuckling tears you out of trance and you watch as Law pulls down the spotted fabric of his jeans. His predatory gaze tells, that he isn’t done with you.

Oh . .

-_

A week has past since you experienced that horrific sensation of losing your memory. Everything is back to the ordinary, the every day life catches on again. As ordinary as can be for a pirate, to say the least.

Alot has happend in these seven days of ‘normality’. Law has forced you out of an inn, to make sure you won’t be involved in a brawl that broke loose in that cramped bar. Of course, he was the one to end this unnecessary ruckus, simply amputating a few heads and exchanging hearts to avert the ruffians’ attention, creating a diversion. Afterwards, he darted out of the building, checking in on you: “I swear to god, if those dumbasses managed to hit you, I’ll rip off their dic-“ - “My love I’m fine!”, you waved it off and laughed in abashment - he was dead serious. You’re afraid there won’t be a next generation coming up, for a doctor decided to ‘castrate” all men laying a finger on you and your poor head. What a drama queen.

Or two days ago, Bepo panicked about you getting your amnesia back for forgetting to bring him his favorite salmon sandwich. Why, that is a way to point out someone’s mistake, is it not? “I’m sorry, I simply forgot to take it with me.” - “ . . Captain! Her amnesia is back!”, the mink toddled off to find his superior - what a tattletale.

There are so many little occurences, that made people jump and worried for you - especially your significant other. It tickles you, honestly.

And today, you decided to read a good book at lunch break, just living - enjoying the sun on deck the Polar Tang. The waves cradle the submarine gently, rocking you from side to side. Leaning against the mast, you inhale deeply and savour the warm and salty ocean breeze. “Knew I’d find you here.”, a familiar voice rumbles. Law joins you, letting his grey eyes hover over the horizon. Suddenly, all the calm vanishes when a heavy tone reaches your ears: “Don’t you ever put your life at risk for me, ever again (Y/n)-ya. You could have lost your memory for a longer amount of time . . or for good.”

Concern furrows his brows, a frown sliding over his lips. To repel his fears, you hook your arm around his and pull him down, just enough to peck his cheek. The raven sideburns tickle your nose and you hum: “Do not forget, it’s not only you who protects. I love you, losing you would tear my heart apart.”

The Surgeon of Death isn’t aware about others’ devotion towards him, but it warms him up from the inside nonetheless, leaving him speechless. The only thing managable for Law, is to kiss the top of your head and mutter a sour: “Idiot . .” In other words, he loves you too.

#one piece #trafalgar one piece #one piece law #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #x reader #law x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #one piece smut #one piece fluff #+18 conent #+18 #mdni #fluff

[minniiaa]

(long ass post just me rambling about a new lawlu fic idea. t/w for discussion of addiction and sui attempt. feel free to keep on scrolling.)

Writing a new modern au about Law becoming an addict after Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo died in an accident coming to pick him up. It's inevitably going to be a healing LuLaw story, Luffy finding him in his apartment by sheer luck after he decided to end his life on the one-year anniversary of their deaths. Luffy is in his hospital room when he wakes up, a cute stranger who he discovers is his neighbor and also a firefighter. Luffy declares that he's going to be his friend which makes no sense to Law, why would a guy like him with such a good life want to be friends with a pathetic junkie freak who just tried to off himself? What he doesn't know is that Luffy knows what it's like to lose the most important people to you, to feel so alone and not know how you're going to go on. Only Luffy did go on. He built a new family for himself, a home, and a life where he could be happy and he wants Law to do the same.

The first chapter was one of the darker, more emotional things I've written, detailing Law's relationship with death and how he is convinced everyone he ever cares for will die because they all have died. He falls into despair and tries to die once but can't go through with it. He turns to alcohol, finding that it numbed the voices in his head that screamed at him every waking moment. So the decline begins, Law becoming a street rat alcoholic who goes to grimy bars, going home with any guy whose willing to fuck him until it hurts, the pain overwhelming everything in his head. Alcohol turns to club drugs which turn to opiates and he's just a shell of a human at this point.

I think there's beauty in the rise from your lowest low to your highest high (not a drug high, just happiness). Law needs a reason to stay. Luffy becomes that reason, someone who understands him, who he almost hates in a way because he was able to pull himself out of the trenches when Law couldn't. Law decides to get clean once he wakes up in the hospital, deciding to give life one last try before he calls it quits for good. Luffy declares he's going to be there for him every step of the way and after some thought, Law lets him only because he knows can't be alone anymore. He'll use Luffy as a crutch he clearly needs until he's fulfilled his purpose, and then he'll just dispose of him.

He's shocked to find that Luffy is just a good person, unlike anyone he's ever encountered. Sure, he's pretty brutally honest, almost chastising Law for not even trying to move on but he's totally right, Law never did try, he just gave up. He has this way of somehow just knowing how Law is feeling even without him saying a word. He brings him gifts in few days he's in the hospital, cleans his apartment that had fallen into an absolute shit hole while Law was an addict, and when Law comes home he basically just moves in even though he only lives down the hall. He doesn't want Law to be alone, to fall back into his addiction. He introduces him to his friends and is active in his treatment even going to his first NA meeting with him so he doesn't have to go by himself.

He's exactly Law's type and he's maddeningly charming, openly affectionate and flirtatious right off the bat which just confuses Law. He convinces himself that it's just the kind of person Luffy is, some people are just like that but there's no way he's actually attracted to him... right? He's still down horrendous for him from the very start though, and Luffy doesn't make this any better, sending him shirtless pictures of him and little flirty messages like 'wish you were here ;)'. (Law's a degen and Luffy is totally aware of what he's doing but he just likes Law and wants him to know it).

Their strange friendship grows and evolves while Law deals with the harsh reality of what it means for him to be sober. One day Luffy kisses him, things get intense and Law is fucking TERRIFIED. He can't care about someone again, can't watch them die like everyone else and know it's all his fault. He pushes Luffy away but he won't go. He loves Law and he's going to do anything it takes to make sure Law accepts that fucking love. He does, of course. He's wanted this from the beginning but he was just too scared of what it would mean to love someone for the first time, to admit it aloud. Law overcomes his addiction, begins to process his losses, and Luffy becomes his Reason to Stay.

(If you don't care about my personal shit feel free to stop here and enjoy this random summary headcanon thing I unintentionally wrote. This is just this week's episode of me oversharing but maybe it'll help someone who has been in similar situations idk.) I decided to write this story for purely personal reasons. About 7 years ago the person I was dating was an addict and although I did everything I could to try and get them the help they desperately needed after I saved them from overdosing the first time, but it wasn't enough and they ended up dying a few months later. I was also doing various drugs at the time, though only recreationally, and was thankfully able to stop after seeing what it did to the people around me. However, this death fucked me up and I blamed myself to the point it drove me to become an alcoholic just to help cope with the pain. Things are much better now and it took many years but I've finally been able to process everything. Writing is therapeutic for me and I always wanted to write a story about addiction and loss but I wasn't sure how it would do it. I guess I found it now?

At the end of the day, I wasn't enough of a reason for that person to stay but what if there was a world where someone was? I wanted to explore that concept with my favorite ship and somehow this beast was created in my fucked up little head. I'm looking forward to the very fulfilling and heart-warming journey of Law healing and falling in love with our favorite loyal puppy dog Luffy :)

#before you say ANOTHER story? yes. another story. i have problems. #it's staying in the drafts for awhile though #needs time to marinate #was just frothing at the mouth to talk about it #lawlu #lulaw #lawlu fanfiction #yo to the like 2 people who read this #honestly this post is just for me to remember wtf my plans are with this story

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what better way to procrastinate than to write random stuff

reviewing the works that the abilities were based on

Part 1: Armed Detective Agency

I just realized that I've finally read all the works attributed to the abilities of the author's BSD counterparts, at least for the ADA. I plan to do this for all organizations in the BSD universe so I can direct my reading and actually finish something HAHA

DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert on literature, let alone Japanese literature, and my short reviews are solely my opinion as a casual reader. These are all for fun so please don't take these so seriously!

Nakajima Atsushi Ability: Beast Beneath the Moonlight Original Work: Moon Over the Mountain

This short story has the vibes of a folktale but with existential dread sprinkled throughout. The prose is calm but the agony still reverberates. I liked this more than I though I would, perhaps because of how clean it felt. Honestly this would be one of the OG works I'd recommend to a BSD fan who wants to try classic Japanese literature.

Dazai Osamu Ability/Original Work: No Longer Human

This is probably the one novel/work most BSD fans would pick up first - and for a good reason. The themes are pretty universal albeit heavy, the tone of the narrator throughout the entire novel is gripping, the translation by Donald Keene is very readable, and it's just in the most general sense a summary of Dazai-sensei's own life. The last point must be taken with a grain of salt, however, as he's a master liar - something you'll find out if you dig more into his life and other works. If you'd like to see depression in book form, this is for you.

Kunikida Doppo Ability: Doppo Poet Original Work: Doppo Collection (probably)

Here's a case of "I can't really find the original work so I'll be reviewing something else instead"

Reviewing: Those Unforgettable People

I chose to talk about this one since it's the one found in the Penguin Anthology. It's an interesting mix of forms: technically, it's a short story. However, the elements of poetry and even of the essay are present - mostly the latter, tbh. Of course the whole "ideal" thing is such a Kunikida-sensei thing that it appears it almost every story he wrote, yet somehow in this one you'll have to squint a little bit more to see it. The point of this story-essay-poem thing is at the very end (the first half is quite dragging imo) is what gives it a little oomph, but honestly I much prefer his other works (specifically Old Gen and Death).

Tanizaki Jun'ichirou Ability/Original Work: Sasameyuki

You like a slow burn? You like pain? Familial drama? Maybe you'll like this. Maybe you won't. It's a mammoth of a book that feels like a series of extremely detailed telenovela episodes - not that it's necessarily a bad thing. I enjoyed it despite the length because the way it ends, although hardly strong at all, ties the themes and messages of the novel cleanly into a single scene.

Miyazawa Kenji Ability/Original Work: Be Not Defeated by the Rain

It's a poem every Japanese elementary student would know. The message and style is so simple yet beautiful (I read Sulz's translation). It's joyful and so sunny... until I read the background on it. I cried over his work. Again. (Night on the Galactic Railroad PLS) Man I just love this author so much. But I'm not really a poem person to begin with, so take this review with a grain of salt HAHA

Yosano Akiko Ability/Original Work: Thou Shalt Not Die

The only complete translation I could find is written in painfully archaic English, so I won't comment on the style HAHA. But I do think the original was just as pointed in its words and message; its anti-war sentiments and middle finger to the Japanese emperor and military (at the time) so characteristically Yosano-sensei. It's sad she'd support WW2 later on - come on sensei WHY

Personally, however, I prefer her shorter poems, specifically the ones from River of Stars. But I'm not really a poem person to begin with, so take this review with a grain of salt HAHA

Izumi Kyouka Ability: Demon Snow Original Work: Demon Pond

It's been a while since I've read a play, and perhaps that's why I had a hard time getting through the first half - either that or it was quite lackluster as most of the actual story happens in the second half. Its influences from folktales and traditional Japanese theater (i.e. kabuki and noh) are very apparent - I wish I could have seen it instead of read it because of that. I think this is the first work of Kyouka's that I actually liked (I've read some of his short stories and one of his other plays) so I'll definitely recommend this one if you want to start with this author. There's also a movie adaptation of it that I haven't watched yet (but I do plan to). I think it could be much better than just reading it as is because of the visuals and mood setting, but a review on that soon. Maybe.

Fukuzawa Yukichi Ability: All Men Are Created Equal Original Work: An Encouragement of Learning (Sec. 1-2)

I couldn't be bothered to read the whole thing, but the essence of the ability only comes from the first two sections (which I'll be reviewing).

It's an essay that imo serves as a good introduction to Fukuzawa's philosophy. His views and arguments are built primarily on morality with logic acting mostly as a way to expound on his points. It's interesting, nothing really new for a contemporary reader, but at least it gives a nice background on the changing environment during the early years of Meiji-era Japan. Of course there are personal biases here (specifically the one with China - one of the greatest criticisms against Fukuzawa, even though he was supposedly progressive for his time) but imo that reflects some views of many Japanese at the time - not that they're right, of course.

But what about our special non-gifted boi?

I guess let's look at what one of the episodes was based on instead lol

Edogawa Ranpo Episode: The Murder on D. Street (S01E05) Original Work: The Case on D. Hill

I will tell you now: they have almost NO similarities whatsoever. Doesn't mean it's bad tho...

Okay ngl I was pretty disappointed HAHA. It's the same type of disappointment I had with Poe's Murders on the Rue Morgue (which was ironically referenced in the story) but it at least had some sense to it. I blame myself for not seeing it coming tho, given that this story is very typical of Edogawa-sensei. If you do plan to read it, however, be warned that there are implicit (?) themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers (this warning applies to most of Edogawa-sensei's work not made specifically for children HAHA).

#bsd #japanese literature #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #kunikida doppo #edogawa ranpo #yosano akiko #miyazawa kenji #fukuzawa yukichi #tanizaki junichirou #izumi kyouka

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You guys voted Something Random, I love and hate you at the same time.

In that case...Y'all know about JUMP HERO? Welcome to...well, rambles about some random things.

(Da Satan Plant. As of writing this I just hit 51 followers. Wow.)

Hey all, Gren here. I know its been a bit since I've properly posted, and frankly, you're not wrong at all. Life's been busy, and with the rate I'm going at (going to college and whatnot, middle of the school year shenanigans,) there's no way in hell I'll be able to keep the once-a-week posting that I've done. Maybe for summer, but I dunno yet.

Also, life's been hitting me HELLA hard recently, so motivation is also not there. If YKYK.

Which leads to an announcement that I made before: I won't exactly be posting weekly anymore. I'll just... post whenever I feel like it nowadays. Adds a lot less stress for me, and I'll be able to send dumb shit about Puyo and Madou here. Ya know, like a normal blog. You might get 3 posts in a week for all you know.

But enough on that. I'm here to ramble. This won't be a Waku Puyo Extras thing or whatever, literally just things I wanna show and explain some nonsense. There's no formula. Enjoy.

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I've been working on this stuff since April of last year, and it's been going decently well, people partially know my works. Now, what in the world do I want to show y'all this time around, since I got free will?

Well for one, I'd you've been following my work for a bit, you'd know about the pain that was finding Madou Sugoroku content, that game was so elusive to me that I was convinced it wasn't real for a period of time.

Uh, yeah. It's real. Very, very much real. And man do I love the style of the game. It's so dang pretty. I'll mention gameplay some other time, I'll cover it another time, but today's not that day.

Also. Arle's fit.

It's basically Schezo's clothes but it looks so damn good. No complaints here. Though I do wonder how she got it.

I do want to mention the Pairs though. Arle/Satan is fine, Witch/Draco have been paired since like Saturn, Schezo/Incubus at least have Waku Puyo, Minotauros/Rulue is obligatory, but what the FUCK is going on with the pairing of Sasori Man/Zoh Daimoh? The fact they got two word names?

I do wish that Draco just had a little bit more than what she has currently. I love her, she's a funny person and whatnot, I just wish there was...more, you know?

She's been a character I've been wanting to cover for god knows how long, it's just I've never had enough unique things to talk about with her. Lotta the stuff is things we do know, or Puyo Puyo Tetris [2] sorta just making her beauty obsessed.

Least in Waku Puyo, she has some comedic scenes, canonically being able to make 5 chains and confusing Schezo at least 3 times. And in the manga, she bounces off Rulue and Minotauros decently, her fight was fun to read.

(Don't ask how Rulue learned Shadow Clone Jutsu)

And for a second, let me say that the designs in this manga are top-notch. Witch's redesign is nice, Rulue's looks really good, Draco's design is great, Schezo consistently has the best clothes, and Lagnus... somehow looks even better.

Oh yea, speaking of Draco, let's look at someone who sorta kinda maybe perchance looks like her but is actually from JUMP HERO.

... I'm awful with transitions. We're talking about the series. Sorta.

So, JUMP HERO. Series made by Compile, unknown to a lot of us.

(Nexus image)

Frankly, I want to cover this game sometime. It seems so...interesting. The characters, the gameplay, the story, it all seems so interesting to me.

People like Billie Be Babine, Margarita Linda, (the black and red folks in the front), Sugar & Oligo, they all seem so damn cool. Oh, and that Penguin is some fella named Ivan. He has a reeeeeally long last name.

Oh and that robot guy is like 2 years old canonically. Needed to mention that.

This is Sugar and Oligo btw. They seem fun to talk about sometime.

(Nexus image)

The game feels so heavily unexplored. I want to see it sometime. When? Whole other story.

But with that, I think this'll end my small ramble about nothing. Thanks for reading.

Adios.

#madou monogatari #puyo puyo #schezo puyo puyo #sega #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #rulue puyo puyo #arle puyo puyo #draco puyo puyo #local boy rambles about nothing

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A Circus Library - quick recommendations of short stories, poems, comics and novels I've recently read #1

Hello there! I'm the circus resident poltergeist, Eliott, managing this blog until Lav comes back. Today I offer you a slightly different formula of my super awesome super rare super bookclub post, as Lav would say!

Hello hello hello! Is this a bookclub?! Is this chaotic ramble?! Ding ding! You got it wrong!

Writing full on reviews is tiedous and long, and while I appreciate doing it, I'm myself not always in the mood to read a long post explaining why a book is genius. Do I love that from time to time? Yes! Do I have the attention span to write one now? Nope! However, I still wanted to share some titles I recently (re)discovered, and that I think are marvellous reads for anyone wanting to dive into something new.

Here you'll find a few recommendations with the shortest of words to tell you why they are great, or just scream about it.

short disclaimer before I begin because this is tumblr and while I forgot a lot about this website, I remember how the TW thing works lol, it's at your own discretion to search for the works beforehand if you have any trigger you don't want to encounter.

Jack Spicer - Billy the kid

The master of my fate, captain of my soul as Timothée Chalamet would say idk I barely know the guy. Classic and gold, Spicer is an amazing writer and this poem is phenomenal. It's quite short and perfect if you want to know more about the wonder that was US American poetry during the 20th century. Of course I'd encourage you to read all of his works, but Billy the Kid is perfect to start somewhere.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa - Hell Screen

Classic and iconic, I've recently pushed further than Rashomon and boy oh boy am I never turning back. Hell Screen is a phenomenal short story displaying all the elegance and cruelty Akutagawa can incorporate in his works. It's mesmerizing, it aches, it's everything I love. I read this story in Jay Rubin's translation (Penguin Classics), and even though I do not speak Japanese so I cannot compare, I dare say it's a very good one.

Lucie Bryon, Thieves

I never recommended comic books before but I wanted to for a change! I am a huge comic book lover, but most of the ones I usually read are not available in english language. This one is, though. Thieves is a beautiful comic about growth, falling in love and finding acceptance in others and in yourself. It's light and heartwarming, like eating candy.

Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona

Now, this book exploits one of my biggest plot weaknesses ever, and that is fucked up people in medieval settings. Lapvona tells the story of Marek, a sheperd's son, who'll be caught in a series of unfortunate events, political struggles, and secrets, all inside the town of Lapvona. It's dark and unsettling, the characters are scandalous and horrible, yet sickeningly human. Now, I said to check the TW yourselves, but be very careful with this one, if you can think of a TW, then it's certainly in this book.

Osamu Dazai, Early Light

In the Storybook ND series, this book contains three short stories : Early Light, Three Hundred Views of Mount Fuji, and Villon’s Wife. I'd recommend the three of them, as it's a fantastic dive into Dazai's shorter works. I think that reading his short stories is very important to understand his work and the width of the subjects and stories he wrote about. It helps that once again, in my opinion, the translation chosen by this publishing house is so good.

This is it for today! Here you have five of the works I read (or re-read) this summer, and that I'd warmly recommend. There are two short stories (Dazai, Akutagawa), a comic book (Bryon), a novel (Moshfegh) and a poem (Spicer). 'Till next time!

#circusghost #here we go again #this is a shorter formula but i'm glad it allows me to talk about several books #really #i cannot stress it enough #please read Jack Spicer at least once in your life #i am not a fan of contemporary US american literature and media whatsoever #however there was a wave of poetry that's really interesting during the last century and Spicer was part of it #lololol anyway #i have a newfound love for Akutagawa these days and he makes me want to read Gogol again #these authors are the same dudes in different fonts #this summer i read mostly japanese and american lit and it shows lol #lapvona is a great book but it's also the darkest out of this list so beware! #its ending is phenomenal tho #let me know if you read any of these or if you have some book recs yourselves! #or if you want specific ones #my book year started again and we're currently sitting at 33 since july #hurray! #eliott

[winterhawkhood]

Winterhawkhood-tober-eve

Tomorrow is the big day to start the big month!

To set the mood and hopefully help inspire, we wanted to share links to the 28 current AO3 tagged Jason/Clint/Bucky works!

Check them out, kudos/comment/bookmark, boost, and get ready for - hopefully - dozens more!

(make my love) like a circle by @flowerparrish, rated T:

"You're not a barista because you're gay," Bucky says, speaking just a moment before his hand drops down onto Clint's shoulder and squeezes once. He nudges Clint away from where he's apparently been mumbling aloud to the espresso machine, beginning to deftly prepare a cappuccino with one hand quicker than Clint could have with two.

He's beauty, he's grace, and Clint wants to kiss his face.

The podfic! also by the amazing @flowerparrish

another the podfic! by @yuurei

Get Into Your Slide by @bittercape, rated E:

“Jay,” Bucky says. He can hear the steely undertone in his own voice. So can Clint, judging by the way his shoulders tense. Jason looks up, eyes dark and mouth slack and wet. “Make him beg.”

Jason grins, wide and feral.

“My pleasure,” he says.

oddly good to hurt by @flowerparrish, rated T:

He’d kind of assumed they’d ignore his non-responsiveness until he was better, but apparently not. It took Jason a long, head-achy moment to focus on the words in Clint’s last text, but he seemed downright worried.

Now Jason felt shitty, but at least he felt a different kind of shitty? Yay for variety.

[podfic of] oddly good to hurt podfic by @kbirbpods

getting you off is my new favourite hobby by @veryrach, rated E:

A series of drabbles for Kinktober.

the mortifying ordeal of being known by @flowerparrish,rated T:

Bucky makes another confused noise. 

There's no point in keeping silent now, so Clint explains, “Nat made me shorts that say ‘call me buir’ika’ on them for Christmas last year and I wore them in front of Jason once."

“I’m just doing what they say,” Jason points out. Like an asshole.

“Why?” Clint groans.

“Because you’re cute when you blush,” Bucky tells him immediately. “And Jason likes to make you squirm.”

The podfic! by @kittonafoxgirl @vexbatch @kbirbpods @flowerparrish

another the podfic! by @yuurei

I Know You by @claraxbarton, rated E:

“I really thought the Hulk dildo would be more impressive.”

Some days, Bucky really, really wondered what the fuck he was doing with his life.

the beauty of discovery by @flowerparrish, rated E:

Clint hasn't had sex in a while, because it's weird and uncomfortable and he's got a complicated enough relationship with his body that he doesn't need to go pressing buttons marked Do Not Touch for no good reason. Plus, when living with Nat, she'd just go to the gym if he needed alone time, and now he lives alone.

Except.

He also, now, has the complication of two really attractive boyfriends and a habit of panicking whenever things get a little too steamy.

of people wrapped up tight in things that will kill them by @bittercape, rated M:

Tragically, this is not the first time Clint wakes up on a concrete floor to the exciting view of metal bars. At this point in his life he’s not even sure why he expects anything else. On the bright side, he’s not trussed up like a turkey or even cuffed, and he’s still wearing clothes. His own clothes, even. That’s two whole bright sides, which frankly is unprecedented.

It'll Only Last by @claraxbarton, rated E:

Fun fact: Gotham had the highest concentration of whatthefuckery in the entire world. Or it would, if anyone bothered to record those kind of metrics.

Someone should.

Then again, Gotham so obviously won the title that maybe it wasn’t necessary. Still, there were some other places Clint had been that should definitely come with a warning label. Someone should definitely write a guidebook.

It was in the middle of a firefight between assholes who worked for the Black Mask, assholes who worked for The Penguin, and an asshole going by Red Hood that Clint allowed himself the very brief daydream of him and Bucky fucking off and traveling the world and writing a guide book about whatthefuckery.

And then someone shot him.

The One Where Clint Goes to Preschool by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock, rated G:

"I keep petitioning for hazard pay, but — please don’t grab, Cassie! Let’s use our polite asking words.”

“You don’t get hazard pay?” Clint asks.

She gives him a look that clearly says, Don’t ask stupid questions, but what comes out of her mouth is, “Nobody teaches pre-k to get rich, and nobody lives in Gotham for the peace and quiet. Simon, buddy! Walking inside, not galloping, okay? Anyway, it’s a nationwide problem, really, but full-time daycare options in this city are — no thank you, Quincy! Excuse me for a second.”

She bolts over to the other side of the room, where two kids are locked in a screaming tussle over a toy.

In a shocking twist of events, Simon trips and eats it in spectacular fashion a couple feet away from Clint. He props himself up on chubby arms, looking down at the traitorous ground and then up at Clint like he’s expecting commiseration.

“Let me guess, didn’t see that one coming?” Clint says.

Maroon Kind of Mood by @claraxbarton, rated E:

Clint Barton, bloody-nosed, black-eyed, hair mussed and shirt - just gone - grinned at him from his slump against the doorframe.

“Hey,” Clint drawled, stretching out the last syllable in a way that quite literally spelled trouble.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“No.”

The One Where They Connect A Couple of Dots by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock, rated T:

“Did you swallow a Gender Studies 101 textbook?” Steph asks.

“No, but my boyfriend has been super into dismembering the patriarchy lately.”

“You mean dismantling?”

“Yeah, that. Totally.”

Odd Man Out by @claraxbarton, rated E:

“Batman’s dead,” Bucky said before the engine had even fully cut out.

Clint blinked, wondered if that last explosion had been close enough that maybe he was suffering a concussion and hallucinations. Again. 

“Huh?” he said, just to be safe.

Bucky scowled, not his listen up scowl but his shit, are you concussed? scowl. So that was probably a point in the favor of Bucky being real.

“Batman’s dead,” Bucky repeated.

Okay. So. Real. And that was… some real shit.

“Fuck.”

The One With All The Dick Jokes by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock, rated T:

Jason groans and drops his forehead to the table, thunking it on the wood a couple times for good measure.

“What’s wrong?” Clint asks.

“He’s just so… Dick,” Jason mumbles.

Parade by @claraxbarton rated M:

When Natasha had asked Clint to house-sit for her while she was out of the country for six weeks, she had given him a very specific and very concise list of rules to follow:

Feed Liho at 6am and 6pm.  Feed the fish at 6am and 6pm. Feed yourself at least two meals a day. Coffee is not a meal. Change the litter machine every four days. Pick up the mail every day. Delivers at 3:37 except Saturday at 11:18. Do NOT talk to 2B/ Alice Lucello. Do NOT carry her groceries. Do NOT go into her apartment. Do NOT call the super to fix anything. Fix it yourself or call me. Do NOT let him into the apartment. Do NOT use the stove. Do NOT fuck 4C.

The One With The Kittens by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock, rated T:

“Be nice, it’s not every day someone gets tranqed for the first time,” says another voice, low and steady, the speaker still out of sight.

“You never forget your first,” says Red Hood.

Ronin chuckles, flipping Drew’s fake ID between his fingers. “Is that like a coming-of-age ritual around here?”

“What’s wrong with a good old-fashioned bar mitzvah?” grumbles the third voice, its owner appearing in the doorway — and it’s then that Drew knows he’s really, truly fucked, because that flickering light is now glinting off a metal arm.

Salt in the Wound by @claraxbarton rated M:

“Well, well, well, you come here often?”

Despite himself, despite the goofy line and even goofier delivery, Bucky can’t help the grin spreading on his face when he hears the familiar drawl and looks up into a very familiar face.

Bucky’s been nursing a drink at the open bar for the last twenty minutes, avoiding as much small talk as he can at the Stark Charity Gala, and he’s been pretty successful up until now. Something about his ‘murder face’ keeping the ‘civilians’ away.

But Clint Barton, shit eating grin broad and stupid and handsome on his face, and Jason Todd, fuck-off smirk deadly and handsome on his face, clearly don’t care about his murder face. And they aren’t civilians.

Clint pulls Bucky into a hug and holds him close and tight like they’ve just come through a war and not just another season of professional baseball.

He lets Bucky go with a squeeze to his neck and a brush of lips against his cheek that probably no one else but them and Jason catch.

The One With The Overheard in Gotham Blog by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock rated T:

Man 1: Babe, you’re so cute I just wanna smush your face sometimes. Man 2: Babe, I am the scourge of the underworld, can you not?

Third Wheel by @kangofu-cb rated E:

“Listen,” the guy says, and his voice is low and kinda rough, and he’s got an accent Bucky can’t quite place. “I’m not tryin’ to overstep, but I overheard kind of a lot and like. I know you’re, uh… trying to work through some shit, man, and I get it. I, uh, had kinda a fanatical upbringing myself. But I’m not sure this guy is the one to work it out with, you know?”

Bucky… is going to kill Clint. Suddenly all of Clint’s odd comments and strangely demure behavior and even his clothes start to make a kind of insane sense. He’s play-acting at more than just a first date. Clint’s pretending to be someone else entirely, and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a joke or a bad attempt at seduction, but either way a heads-up before the evening started would have prevented a hell of a lot of confusion and maybe prevented Bucky from nearly murdering his husband in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen on a Wednesday night.

The One With the Pottery Barn Couch by @noxnthea, @there-must-be-a-lock rated T:

"Just kidding," Jason says. “I have a dog, a boyfriend who wears an apron when he bakes, and a couch from Pottery Barn. Domestic as fuck.”

That gets a solid laugh before Dick continues, “I know that your, um… profession complicates things —”

“What could you possibly mean?” Jason asks innocently, wiping blood off a knife.

“ — but everybody deserves to find love.”

Throw My Body In The River by @claraxbarton rated T:

The thing was, Jason was twenty three and had spent his teenage years as a vigilante and then some more of his teenage years dead and then brainwashed and then hell-bent on revenge. Middle school had been hell and he’d never even had the chance to go to high school for more than a month before his life very abruptly ended.

He knew, from being around Dick and Roy, and now Clint and Bucky, that being twenty three and still a virgin wasn’t exactly normal, even - perhaps especially - considering his circumstances. But, well. Jason was twenty three and a virgin and it sure as hell didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

You Can't Be On Edge Forever by @vexbatch rated G:

Prompt: your scrungliest meow-meow gets a nice thing for once

Bucky and Clint try to surprise Jason with a nice time. It doesn't go exactly as intended.

you know i live to fill you up by @mightymightygnomepriest rated E:

5 Christmases Jason got laid, and then another one he also got laid. And then another other one he got laid, too.

#clint barton #hawkeye #jason todd #red hood #winter soldier #bucky barnes #winterhawkhood #james buchanan barnes #winterhawhoodtober #winterhawkhoodtober

[dcbbw]

Trudy Sloane

This story is my submission for #Sloane Washington Appreciation Week. Yes, it’s late. (SORRY!) For those who are unfamiliar, Sloane Washington is a potential LI for the Perfect Match MC, and possibly one of the better characters PB has created. She’s beautiful, highly intelligent, and has a myriad of interests and hobbies including astronomy, science-fiction (reading, writing, watching), coding, Greek mythology; additionally, she has a fondness for penguins. What’s not to love?

There were so many amazing themes for Sloane Appreciation this year, but I chose to go with exploring Sloane Washington, the woman. There are threads of canon here, but mostly it’s head canons. And yes, William Sloane from Rules of Engagement made his way in here.

This has been hastily edited, and not read over by others, beta’d, or any of the things that reassure me the story makes sense and I haven’t crossed any boundaries, so anything that falls flat or sits wrong is solely on me. Call me out in the DMs on it.

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this fic as 100% error-free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspo: Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 2,225

Pairings: Sloane Washington x F!Kai Park (former), Sloane Washington x Khaan Mousavi

Rating M for Mature due to adult themes

Sloane Washington sits on the side of her bed, her palms running down her face as she scrubs sleep away from her eyes and cheeks. She rolls her neck to alleviate the pain caused by a crick as she exhales a quiet sigh while her eyes adjust to shadowy darkness.

The quiet in her domicile sounds … different somehow. She had been sharing her spaces with not one, but two people in the months following the downfall of Eros, but it was no longer a temporary arrangement subject to arbitrary whims and the trajectory of drunken arguments.

Gertrude Sloane Washington was engaged. To be married. The weight of the question asked, coupled with the permanence of her answer, changed everything. Or perhaps nothing. Time would tell.

Sloane extends her left hand, feeling the heaviness of the engagement ring on her third finger permeate her entire body. The modest gemstone twinkles weakly against the slivers of muted moonlight.

Naked, she rises and pads silently across the bedroom floor to a rocking chair that sits in a corner of the room. There’s just enough illumination eking through the closed blinds for her to make out her robe laying atop the pile of unfolded laundry sitting on the chair’s seat.

Her hair, normally plaited in an elaborate coronet braid, is twisted into two thick ponytails, one hanging over each shoulder blade. She lifts the tresses while black polyester fabric whispers against soft, almond-colored skin as she shrugs into the covering.

Sloane briefly glances over at the still-sleeping body in the bed; it heaves slightly and rhythmically, in sync with slumber-filled breath.

Khaan Mousavi. The man who would be her husband.

Sloane walks over to her bedside table, feeling the stickiness from their earlier coupling between her honeyed thighs before scooping her cellphone and exiting the room. She shuts the door quietly as the soles of her bare feet drag across the top of the carpeting; she takes a few steps before reaching the closed door of the apartment’s second bedroom.

It had been Hayden’s room once upon a time. Now, it was Hamza’s room. Hamza was Khaan’s son from a previous relationship, and soon to be Sloane’s stepson. Parenting was a frightening concept to Sloane, but hadn’t she essentially parented Hayden? The basics should be the same, right?

Brush your teeth.

Look both ways before crossing the street.

Be kind.

Don’t kill people.

She opens the door slightly, peering through the crack. A head full of brown hair lays on the pillow; the child lies on his back, small arms clutching a plush Sonic the Hedgehog. Soft snores emit from slightly parted lips. Blankets and sheets have been pulled away from his body, causing Sloane to hesitate in the doorway.

Should she go in and cover Hamza? She didn’t want the child to be chilled and potentially get sick. But Hamza was such a light sleeper …

Sloane shuts the door as quietly as she opened it, deciding to let the boy rest. She makes her way to the kitchen, her eyes taking in the furnishings that blended the girl she had been and the woman she had become.

Home.

The wall across from the bedrooms is covered with an enlarged photo of the aurora borealis; a corner curio next to the front door is filled with various diplomas, certificates, and awards bestowed upon the young scientist.

The entertainment center is filled with photographs of Sloane: a newborn baby, held in her mother’s arms; with her mother at both her high school and college graduations, both smiling broadly; college Sloane with the STEM club; with her current social circle, her arms wrapped around the waists of Kai Park and Hayden Young.

A bookcase is filled with books and DVDs, mostly science-fiction, dystopia, and documentaries.

The walls are covered with prints and vintage photographs of vaudevillian comedians. Sloane’s a fan of slapstick comedy because of its straightforwardness; there are no nuances to decipher or innuendo to wade through. The comedians share wall space with photographs and posters of historical women of color.

She makes it into the kitchen, walking across tiled flooring that had once rubbed her back salaciously when a former lover covered her face with sloppy kisses before taking Sloane drunkenly upon its freshly mopped surface just before a dinner party.

The same flooring that had taken the beating Sloane’s fists had pummeled against it when the lover left.

She glances quickly at the counter, seeing the stack of mail Khaan had tossed there before dinner. Sloane tightens the belt of her robe as she quickly sorts through the letters. Bill, bill, junk mail; she frowns at the last envelope, addressed to Gertrude Washington.

She knows immediately it’s junk or a solicitation of some sort. Sloane hadn’t been Gertrude in over a decade.

Sloane never bothered to ask her mother why she named her only child Gertrude; she had always assumed it to be a family name, belonging to a favorite aunt or an almost-forgotten great-great-great grandmother.

What she told herself is that she was named after a great woman in history.

Perhaps Gertrude Bacon, an aeronautical pioneer and writer with contributions in astronomy and botany; or Gertrude Barrows Bennett, an American writer of fantasy and science fiction. Sloane’s personal favorite was Gertrude Blanch, the mathematician.

Gertrude grew up in Washington, DC in an era where the options for black residents were limited. Children from lower-income families were encouraged to enter the military; mid-income parents steered their offspring towards the federal government for the job security, or vocational school to learn a high-earning trade such as cosmetology, barbering, or plumbing.

Even as a child, Trudy, as her mother affectionately called her, was different. She was a voracious reader and loved spending rainy Saturday afternoons curled up in bed with a good book. She didn’t watch the other television shows her friends watched; Trudy was a fan of the Star Trek franchise, religiously watched the PBS science series NOVA, and instead of playing with dolls and makeup, she took anything mechanical apart to find out what made it work, in the hopes of improving it.

But her formative years weren’t comprised of only reading, libraries, and mechanics; her mother insisted that her daughter go outside to play and socialize. Summer days were spent outdoors with her friends and other neighborhood children riding bikes, roller skating, walking to nearby parks, and jumping rope on sidewalks.

It was a decent balance.

Sloane opens the refrigerator door, reaching for leftovers from dinner: Chinese food. She’s of a firm mindset that Chinese food and pasta are the foods of lovers. It was a no-brainer when Khaan asked what she wanted to eat after he proposed.

She methodically sets containers of wonton soup, spicy vegetable dumplings, ginger garlic tofu, and onion fried rice on the counter before reaching for a plate from the overhead cupboards. Khaan and Hamza preferred a cleaner diet; Sloane was not opposed, but expected no flack when she chowed down on cheeseburgers and pepperoni pizza.

University was an eye-opener on many levels for Trudy. The college’s population was a sea of diversity Trudy had never been exposed to before; her uptown DC neighborhood was completely black. Her inner-city schools had been filled with black faces of varying hues. Here, on campus, there were complexions of every color, accents and languages that were foreign to her nation’s capital-domesticated ears.

Academically, she soon discovered that high school wasn’t even a blueprint for navigating higher education. Her achievements, her being named valedictorian, her extracurricular activities meant nothing. Trudy was starting from square one, with only a thirst to learn and know more.

Socially, she found the best way to make friends was to network. While her social anxiety made being around strangers and large crowds difficult, Trudy signed up for the newly formed STEM (science, technology, engineering, math) club, the campus chapter of Hogwarts International (she was House Ravenclaw), and volunteered on the Student Government Association’s board. She began listening to AM radio, home of underground music and arguably, the birthplace of the podcast so that she could contribute to pieces of conversations swirling about her in the food hall.

Slowly, Trudy went from geeky loner to having a small circle of friends which was all she had wanted. She was there for a purpose, not popularity.

On a personal level, Trudy found herself eyeing both male and female classmates; her cheeks would bloom with blush when seeing someone especially attractive, and she would avert her glances when eye contact was made. She had never truly thought about nor questioned her sexuality. She admired physical beauty equally, and if someone caused certain urges to arise, so be it. To Sloane, it was simple: she liked them. In that way. But she never thought to act on anything until William Sloane, her first boyfriend.

William was a business major, with his life planned out for the next 10 years. He was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, and a known Lothario. It was no wonder he caught Trudy’s eye; for her, the mystery was how she caught his. For a year, they shared study nights, attended concerts headlined by local talent, and found themselves late at night sweaty and tangled in wrinkled sheets before eating bowls of ramen while consuming cheap wine.

After an amicable breakup, Trudy found herself still drawn to the local music scene; she especially liked a group known as Angular Melodies. Trudy found herself traveling to see their shows: Philadelphia, Baltimore, Richmond, Va., and Charleston, SC. It was in the southern coastal town, surrounded by mossy trees, crepe myrtle, and enveloped in the most oppressive humidity known to man that Trudy met members of the band.

She was interested in the female lead singer, who was dating the female bassist. Who happened to have an interest in Trudy.

And that night after the show, in a cheap motel with faulty air conditioning and a bed too small for three bodies, Sloane Washington was born.

Sloane sits on her couch, legs tucked beneath her as she holds her plate of re-heated food. Her eyes are fixed on the television; Something the Lord Made plays on the screen. It’s one of her favorite movies. Her head lifts at the soft slap of bedroom slippers, and she smiles when she sees Khaan. His hair is free of its usual man-bun; he wears striped pajama bottoms and Sloane’s bedroom shoes. His eyes blink owlishly behind his glasses.

“Smells good,” he greets his fiancée as he plops in the sofa beside her.

“Have some,” Sloane offers as she pushes the plate towards him. “I’m getting full.”

“Thank you,” he replies as he takes the food. His eyes look over and meets hers. “For everything.”

Sloane nods before focusing her attention on the screen again.

He acts as if either of us had a choice in the matter.

They both knew their union was built on mutual admiration and respect.

And love. For another person.

Kai Park.

Kai was unlike any person Sloane had ever met before. Free-spirited and slightly irresponsible, but with a wit and knowledge that surprised even Kai herself at times, she breezed easily into Sloane’s life by way of Hayden, whom she had been matched with.

Sloane fought her feelings against Kai; the woman had Damien chasing her like a rabid dog and Hayden wrapped around all her fingers. Fearing rejection, or worse … hurting Hayden’s feelings, Sloane instead forged a friendship with Kai.

It was stepping into the deep end of the ocean without a life jacket.

The more the two women interacted, the deeper Sloane fell. But Kai was falling for Hayden, even after discovering he was not human. She was also torn about her feelings towards Damien.

Sloane revealed that she was bisexual and had been in a polyamorous relationship. It made no difference, and Sloane distanced herself from the friend group until one Richard Cummings was revealed to be a crucial link to bringing down Rowan West and Eros.

Sloane was shocked to discover that Richard Cummings was none other than Khaan Mousavi, the architect of the Matches’ framework. They had worked together previously until Khaan’s mysterious and abrupt departure from Eros. She had always admired Khaan, or rather, Khaan’s keen intelligence and attention to detail.

She respected him.

Kai, however, had different ideas. She had made her choices regarding her love life, and neither Sloane nor Khaan had made the cut. Her thought process was to push the two who hadn’t won her heart together; she teased Sloane constantly about having a crush on Khaan, while foisting the idea of a relationship with Sloane onto Khaan.

The couple knew what Kai was doing, and they were both still so desperately in love with her that they allowed themselves to be “matched” to make her happy. It hadn’t been a bad decision; they had enough in common and had built a professional relationship along with cultivating a deep friendship.

And now they were going to marry.

Kai will be so proud.

Khaan puts the food away while Sloane dozes on the couch. Unknown to them, life is gestating within her body and has been for the past four weeks.

Down on the street, a sleek, black Town Car idles in front of the building. The two backseat passengers clasp hands as they stare up at darkened windows, unsure which ones belong to Sloane.

“They’ve stolen my child,” Soo-jin, Hamza’s mother seethes in a harsh whisper as she brushes dark bangs away from her forehead.

“They’ve taken children from both of us, my dear. They’ll pay. Soon,” Rowan West promises before tapping on the glass partition, signaling the driver to pull off.

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[blondthndrninja]

So this was an idea in my head I hadn’t written until now. I don’t think I’m good at writing these sorts of things especially about two characters having a baby but I wanted to give this a try and see how I do. Also...I’m sure Law would be the best girl-dad ever. 

Title: Uncharted Waters

Rated: Everyone

Pairing: Trafalgar Law X Nami

“Please Captain…at least take a nap for an hour?” Bepo suggested. Law had been firmly fixed in place since the moment they had arrived when he’d gotten the message from the Strawhat crew that the hour had come.

He remembered when he first found out that Nami was pregnant with their child…it was supposed to be just a scan…he’d done it before multiple times on himself and his own crewmembers but the moment he laid eyes on the new life that manifested itself, there was a shift. He remembered being silent, eyes not leaving her stomach as she saw his face soften when he looked at her before embracing her into his arms, face hidden in her hair to hide the tears that came down his face as the realization hit him.

He was going to be a dad.

The Polar Tang had never been so full of gladness then in that moment. Crewmembers embraced the two with words of ‘congratulations’ and ‘well done Captain’ along with tears of unbridled joy. The Strawhat crew had received the news in the same manner with just as much happiness despite getting a kick to the face from Sanji. 

The next few months had been trying as Nami would find herself guarded on a daily basis not just by her own crew but his. They all waited on her hand and foot when it came to her cravings or helping her to get off the ship so she could go shopping on one of the islands for clothes and items for the baby. Nami always seemed disappointed over the fact she couldn’t wear most of her favorite outfits anymore but Law couldn’t have cared less and would happily place her next to him with a tattooed hand over her growing belly which she was fine with but drew the line at him scanning her throughout her pregnancy to see how the fetus was developing.

Suddenly he sat up straighter and adjusted his hat. No, he was not going to doze off just yet not before he had met their child. He then looked down at his hands and frowned at the word ‘DEATH’ that stared back at him. People would say that he was not fit to be a father…someone with his reputation didn’t deserve to have children. Really he shouldn’t have lived this long to begin with.

He remembered when he told Cora-san that and the blond had hit him upside the head, “Idiot! Don’t say that! When you get cured you’re going to be a good man with a nice wife and beautiful children and not even think of White Lead Disease!”

‘Cora-san…I wish you could be here.’

Suddenly a door opened up and a nurse walked in and cleared her throat, “Are…um…which one of you is the father?”

“I am.” Law answered.

The nurse smiled, “I’m happy to report that the delivery was a success! Both mom and baby are doing just fine!”

“That’s wonderful news!” Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo cheered.

“Can I see them now?” Law asked the nurse.

“Of course sir just follow me…but leave the sword out here please.”

Law handed Kikoku over to Bepo and then took off his had before giving it to Shachi.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “We’ll be right here if you need anything.” Penguin said quietly giving his captain a push forward. Yes…even though Corazon wasn’t here his crew was. 

She looked just as exhausted as him but was sitting up dressed in a hospital gown with orange hair spilling over her shoulders as she held a small bundle in a pink blanket in her arms. Brown eyes looked up and a tired smile crossed her face. He mirrored it with one of his own as he made his way towards her and kissed her forehead before sitting down next to her.

“This is your papa.” Nami said to the newborn as she handed Law the bundle.

No amount of life experience could have prepared him for the moment he looked at the small bundle he now held in his arms. Dark hair like his and perfect soft brown eyes that looked up into his face as if staring directly into his soul.

The little girl let out a small sound as one of his fingers grazed her cheek and hot tears built up in his eyes before streaming down his face.

He was the father of this beautiful innocent baby girl.

“She’s perfect.”

“Yeah…she is.” Nami reasoned as tears also streamed down her face as both pirates took in the beauty of the innocent life they managed to create in this chaotic world. 

#LawNa #Law X Nami #hnnnng #baby fic #oh God how I would weep for something like this #also supportive crewmembers #you know the hearts would be so happy for him #opfanfic

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So, she gave me a task to write 3 reasons i love her and i'm at my .......

1. the way you introduced me to the word 'love'

2. the way your name decorates mine

3. the way you stare at my stupid face & still don't run away

4. the way you made me feel beautiful

5. the way you laugh at my silly jokes

6. the way you frown at my cheesy lines

7. the way you ignore my harshness with sweet kisses

8. the way you twitch your eyebrows every time you do a silly mistake

9. the way you listen to my 'once upon a time stories'

10. the way you imitate my expressions & languages to make me laugh during an argument

11. the way you behave maturely during your periods

12. the way you say 'umm'

13. the way your eyes shine while talking about your passion

14. the way you innovate unadorned stuffs

15. the way you lie

16. the way you sleep like a panda

17. the way you ask before you kiss me

18. the way you respect my work

19. the way you fold you buns to look pretty

20. the way you direct your scatty drama

21. the way you hold on to your family

22. the you back me up every time i'm feel like quitting on myself

23. the way you play with your hairs & imagine playing 'aakhon me teri ajab si ajab si adaayein hai' in the background

24. the way you fold your bottom lips to act like a puppy

25. the way you forgive me after my reckless behavior

26. the way you solicit my everyday screenplay

27. the way you flourish smile while deep down you're a rotten soul

28. the way you call me 'babe' and win me

29. the way you use the catchphrase every fucking time to irritate me

30. the way you unleash the baby in your every time i feed you, your favorite snacks

31. the way you define loyalty

32. the way you play with dogs

33. the way you act like you don't care but then stalk the girl who admired me in the comment box

34. the way you act dumb because you love being taught by me

35. the way you pretend to like my tedious stories

36. the way you show me inches of your skin to tease me

37. the way you be that kind while paint yourself like a shell

38. the way you kiss me goodbye

39. the way you walk like a penguin

40. the way you talk mature but still keep pulling your t-shirts like a 5yr old

41. the way you enact your scolding method of mumma

42. the way you try do accent but miserably fail

43. the way you abuse me

44. the way you arrange your study desks

45. the way you become my fashion tutor

46. the way you scold me every time my collar goes up

47. the way you guide me ' How to fall in love with myself ?' methods

48. the way you challenge me & then act like a baby to when you're about to lose

49. the way you backbite your gang's private stories

50. the way you allow me to be a baby around you

51. the way you understand my silence

52. the way you work selflessly for my projects

53. the way you ask for my opinions

54. the way you believe and respect my decisions

55. the way you keep taking screenshots of my stupid face

56. the way you carry yourself

57. the way you stay confused like a squirrel choosing which nut to go for

58. the way you keep struggling with that one hair coming on your face but you still wanna look cool so keep struggling with it

59. the way you slay in traditionals

60. the way you keep moulding tiny things into artwork

61. the way you keep polishing the gentleman in me

62. the way you do my imitation how I talk or sing or laugh

63.the way your waist fold when you twist a bit

64. the way you love people for people

65. the way you make me feel proud with being proud of what you're

66. the way you give me my space to get comfortable

67. the way you we vibe on teeny-tiny stuff

68. the way you teach me about my loose ends

69. the way you understand 6 can be 9 too.

70. the way you become kid around kids

71. the way you opted western culture but still respect our own

72. the way you don't let the world define how long can you run

73. the way you moan my name like a hymn

74. the way you curse every time we talk like you're talking to mirror

75. the way you tame the animal in me

76. the way you add lust into love & still make it tasty

77. the way you stoutly apprise of my wrong doings

78. the way you've filtered my dirty thoughts

79. the way you've accepted my family and situation doesn't really force me to do something which all cause chaos

80. the way you've been patiently waiting for me ever after the days are becoming much harder

81. the way you uphold the pride of your culture

82. the way you spend time to make handmade gifts for me

83. the way you always try to relate my name to anything whatever design you initiate

84. the way you survive in a cage and still manage to fly with your imagination

85. the way you respect our boundaries and held down to it

86. the way you usher me chivalry

87. the way you resonate the image of my mother

89. the way you don't think twice when I'm hungry and try to feed me with your last penny

90. the way you direct my lust

91. the way you coyly stay kittenish & act like you own my body

92. the way you seduce me & leave me in your sorcery

93. the way you keep staring at me when i'm busy with chores

94. the way you keep in your mind what not to do that can hurt my emotions

95. the way you so no when you don't want it

96. the way you look adopted me back

97. the way you play with animals specially dogs

98. the way you enveloped your kind heart around a dark soul

99. the way you paint a picture of our future

100. the way you made me fall in love with myself

[movedtolilmouzee]

𝘼 𝙂𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Part 1 of 2!)

╰┈➤Tʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

Cᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs - Fʟᴜғғ, Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ, Aɴɢsᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

Characters - BontenMikey, Draken, Mistuya, Chifuyu

(Writing this as i listen to glimpse of us by joji WAS MY WORST MISTAKE HELP!)

Bonten Mikey - He loves how free you make him feel.

It's no secret that Mikey went through a lot, he doesn't flaunt that or hide it. It was apart of him, made him who he is now, Life isn't fair for Sano Manjiro, until you came along.

He felt his whole world stop right there, it was spontaneous love. Everything about you was just perfect, your laugh, your smile, your eyes, fuck even the way you ate, everything about you was perfect to him.

This made him such a mess around you, always asking sanzu if he looked ok, making sure you saw anything cool he did. You brought out a side no one saw in Mikey, which was why everyone set up a date for the two of you.

"You look fine boss, go get your girl" Ran said with a smirk as he pushed Mikey into one of his many restaurants. Mikey's eyes scanned the room nervously until they landed on you. You looked so pretty sitting there, the golden light hitting your face so perfectly it made you look like an angel.

Dinner was perfect, everything was to your liking and you even agreed to stay with Mikey watching the night sky. "It's so pretty" you whispered. "Just like you y/n" Mikey said in a muffled voice. "What'd you sa-" just as you turned to face Mikey, his lips met yours. "Please be mine, be my Queen Y/N" he asked his forehead pressed against yours "Of course" you whispered before pressing your lips against his melting his worries away.

Draken - He loved how you weren't scared or intimated by him.

Draken was big, huge even standing at 6'1, his welt built muscles didn't help either. He saw how people looked at him. He knew deep down it shouldn't have bothered him but the whispers and stares always getting to him.

His gaze shifted from the motorcycle he had given up on for the past few minutes to you. An immediate blush creep upon his cheeks, You looked so beautiful, wearing a sundress that complimented your tan yet pale skin, your hair blowing in the wind as you talked to your brother who was on his break.

His gaze quickly shifted away once he noticed you caught him staring. He expected the same reactions as always, but was met with your hand extended out towards his tourso. HI! I'm Y/N, I'm that dorks sister. You must be draken!" You said with such a soft smile that could make any man melt.

Finally draken had the guts to take you out on a in his words "just a friends day", it was a date but he wasn't going to say that.

He watched you struggle at an arcade machine, chuckling as a pout quickly took over your determined expression. Taking over he won the stuffed penguin with ease, smiling at your joy. "I love you Y/N" he muttered, hoping you wouldn't hear. "I love you too Ken"

Mistuya - He loves how your passion for his fashion.

Mistuya knew he was good at fashion and designing clothes, it was something he looked forward too each day.

The look of concentration and skillful hands at work was always something you adored when watching mistuya, it was incredible to be able to witness. Granted you knew nothing of fashion but you loved watching mistuya.

Mistuya knew you liked watching and everytime you were by his side, he'd offer to teach you but always getting a no for an answer. "I like watching you create master pieces, It's amazing mistuya the way you can easily think of something one minute then make it the next"

Mistuya smiled as he listened to you compliment him and his works, not noticing the blush that found its way on his cheeks. You always noticed though, something about his pretty face covered with that red tent because of you was such a joy.

"Mistuya I'm scared to come out, I'm afraid you won't like the way it looks on me" you said holding back tears that threatened to fall upon any second. "Y/N, you're the most beautiful I've ever seen. I made that dress specifically to fit you and only you. I could never see myself hating you. I love you Y/N"

Chifuyu - He loves how you don't baby and belittle him

Chifuyu knew he didn't look strong, like draken or baji, he knew he didn't look like he could handle a beating or look like he'd even be able to beat someone down but he could is always what he told himself.

These thoughts grew when he met you and quickly became your friend. You were so radiant it blew his mind that you'd choose someone like him. Why would you choose him? That's the thought that ran through his head.

"Chifuyu are you listening?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his face snapping his attention back to you. "Ah, I'm sorry Y/N. Um what were you saying?" He asked with a cracked voice, fighting off tears.

"Wait, chifuyu what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" You asked in a panic, your eyes scanning his face as chifuyu only shook his head, his gaze scanning over to baji as he did his daily workout.

You followed his gaze, slowly putting two and two together. Your heart breaking, you truly loved Chifuyu more then a friend "Hey Chifuyu can you look at me real quick? I think somethings on your face" you asked in that soft tone chifuyu loved.

He turned his head to face you, your lips meeting his almost in an instant. Your heart racing as you pulled away "I love you chifuyu! I have since day one! You make me feel safe in your presence and I never want to go a day without you!" I said so quickly it took your breath away.

Chifuyu stared at you having to process what just happened. "Y-you love me Y/N?" He asked, his fingers trailing over his lips. Watching you now his head he started to cry quickly hugging you "I love you too Y/N. Please be mine forever!" He ask through hiccups "Forever and ever" you hummed before kissing his head

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♪ never gonna give you up! never gonna let you doown! ♪

    this is me, hanging onto dear life and clinging to saro whether she likes it or not! she is my ride or die, my brain twin, a fellow member of the AAA ( aro ace audhd ) club! i have so many things to say about her and how much she means to me, it hurts my brain trying to figure out where to start! but knowing me, it will be long, so buckle up buttercup~

    i will never forget our first interaction: i filled out her interest tracker, she came to my discord dms, and i swear we barely stopped talking with each other for the next 24 hours. when i had only known her for a day, it felt like we had been friends for years!! i still don't know what to make of that, but i don't think i've ever clicked with someone that fast. but the rest is history, and now we have so many threads in various verses together! 

    seriously, saro has such a massive brain with so many interests and thoughts and a desire to consume knowledge like i inhale a bucket of popcorn. she is one of the easiest people to talk to and bounce ideas off of. a good chunk of my character and story development for luffy ( and others ) are thanks to her picking my brain and asking the difficult character questions! she's excited to talk new ideas and what-ifs, and LOVES enabling me to write new muses. it is because of her that i ever started writing rosinante, robin, and penguin over on my multi~

    outside of writing though, she always makes me feel more excited to share and talk about my interests, including OP trading cards and my science-y rambles. SPEAKING OF! she loves me SO MUCH that today, despite hating making phone calls, she called her local card shop to see if they had a set of cards that i wanted!! as someone who also hates making phone calls, that is true fucking friend behavior right there ♡

    she really is quick to think about her friends. it could be the little things, like when she saves manga panels of unique luffy faces for me that i might not have yet, sends art of our muses, shares writing resources, or even just suggests reading the same science articles or listening to the same ologies episode together. she's also an excellent listener who gives meaningful words of encouragement, who refers back to things in conversation that i maybe said months ago, and who is a huge help when it comes to getting my brain unstuck on threads. 

    i haven't even touched on her writing and her Law portrayal though! when i say she puts SO MUCH work into doing him justice, i absolutely mean it. she analyzes even the smallest details, and her brain worms when she talks about him and his relationships are infectious. she got me so invested that she is the sole reason lawbin is now one of my favorite ships. she is the reason i put so much time and effort into a side character like penguin. and she is why i put so much stock into law and luffy's friendship. i. am. hooked.

    and i know she gets a little worried about the length of her writing sometimes, but the waiting period is worth it. the quality of saro's writing is so organic and it flows like reading a good novel. i'm convinced at this point that i could come to her with any sort of thread or verse idea and she could weave it into a beautiful story. god i'm so stupidly eager to write with her always!! 

    anyway, i wrote so much, but such is the nature of anything we write for each other. there's a lot that i didn't even get around to talking about, but in summary, saro is incredibly kind, fun, and so brilliant it makes me want to SCREAM! i love her a lot, she is one of my best friends ( if she disagrees then too bad ), and i'm incredibly happy that i get to be her friend :)

sent by: @mingos for: @enruiinas

#enruiinas #mingos #long post cw #❝ its not like ‘thanks’ are something i can eat ❞ — answered #❝ adhd thought dump ❞ — ooc #sorry not sorry for how long this got #the first mistake was putting saro's url in my inbox #i will not shut up about the bestie