#Straw Hat Circuit

[spock-smokes-weed]

I love thinking about the canon version of the straw hats meeting my au straw hats

Like my straw hats are chilling on an empty beach because it’s right at the end of tourist season, and suddenly the thousand sunny crashes to shore and they’re like ???? wtf is an 18th century boat going here. In one piece, Washington. And then the ppl get off the boat and they’re like. Hey is that us??? But cooler?

#one piece #one piece sound au #the straw hats #I mostly think about it cus I want canon sanji to short circuit at meeting an alternet version of him that has a baby with zoro #I think zoro would roll with it #he would want to hold the baby #doubly if it makes sanji more flustered

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Ten - Oh Dang She Crashed

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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While Lando and Y/N laid together, with Y/N falling asleep on his shoulder, Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo were out for drinks. It was just something casual, something to do together because they didn't see each other all that often now that they weren't teammates.

But they were still the best of friends, and they still hung around together. Daniel took Max out for a couple of drinks, no more than a couple of drinks (since they had to race the next day).

Now Max was good at keeping secrets, but he had to get it off his chest, had to tell someone. If that person decided to tell the rest of the grid? Well, that wasn't on him, was it?

Max pulled his chair closer to the table as the waitress placed the gin and tonic in front of him. Daniel received his own drink and Max couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Guess what I walked in on," he said, his leg bouncing. He was far too excited for this.

Daniel looked at him as he sipped his drink, eyebrows raised as he waited for him to continue. "After last weeks race, after Y/N won, I asked her if she wanted to come out for drinks, but she said she was busy. So I asked Lando and he was down. I went to get him from his drivers room and what did I walk in on?"

He paused, waiting for Daniels brain to catch up. Daniel's eyes went wide. "No," he gasped and sipped his drink again. "No way! Lando and Y/N? Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Max insisted, using his straw to stir his drink.

"Is... is that allowed? Are we allowed to fuck our teammates?" Daniel asked, leaning back in his chair.

Max shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know if it's ever actually happened before, since, you know."

"Surely there are some rules around this."

Again, Max shrugged his shoulders. If they were he hadn't read it anywhere. "Don't tell them I told you," he said and Daniel nodded his head.

***

Y/N woke up, her own head moving with the gentle rise and fall of Lando's chest. She pushed away from him and stretched her arms up. She didn't feel as sick as she had the day before, but she still felt pretty rough.

Checking the time on her phone, Y/N shook Lando's shoulder. "Lan, get up," she whispered, continuing to shake him.

Lando's eyes fluttered open. He didn't get up from the bed, just turned his head towards Y/N, watching as she stripped to get into the shower.

He pushed himself up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and pushed it open. "I'm gonna head to my room," he said, talking just loud enough to speak over the noise of the shower. "Are you okay to get to the circuit on your own?"

Y/N shouted a response back, something Lando had to get her to repeat, before he left her hotel room to head back to his own. He got himself ready to head to the circuit, changing into a new McLaren shirt, a new LN4 hat and a clean pair of jeans. Still, though, he worried about Y/N.

If she was that sick, which he knew her to be, he didn't want her racing. He wasn't going to stop her, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. If she wanted to race, she was going to do just that.

When he was ready, Lando made his way to the circuit. He signed posters and caps and made his way to the hospitality unit. Y/N met him there just minutes later, still looking as sick as ever. Where she had woken up feeling slightly better, she was once again feeling terrible.

She drank water through the day, and was never very far away from Lando, unless somebody needed her. It wasn't that she followed Lando around like a lost puppy, but more like he refused to leave her side. She looked ready to drop to the floor at any moment and Lando wanted to be there to catch her.

Eventually, though, she was called away by her trainer. He took one look at her and sent her to lay down in a dark room until the start of the race.

Half an hour before the race started, she was woken up. Y/N went to her drivers room and got changed into her fireproofs and race suit. Fuck, she wasn't ready for this, but she had to do it. Had to do it for the team.

She lined up on the grid, her teammate just in front of her. Y/N almost bottled it on the formation lap, but she held it together and brought the car into its square on the grid. The commentators were definitely talking about her mess of a formation lap, but she couldn't think about that now; she had a job to do.

The lights went out and Y/N got a good getaway. But it didn't stay good. Suddenly her vision was going blurry and she was almost throwing up in her helmet. But she tried to hold it together.

Lando passed her, and then several other cars did. She didn't care, too busy trying to breathe.

Y/N got eleven laps into the grand prix before her black spots appeared in her vision and she lost control of her car, spinning towards the barriers. Y/N didn't shout, she didn't scream as her car hit the barriers and span away. The left side of her car was wrecked from the impact, but it had stopped moving.

She wasn't responding.

"Red flags at turn eight," Will Joseph said to Lando.

"Is everything okay?" Lando asked as he slowed his car right down, following the other cars into the pitlane. The only car he couldn't see was the other McLaren.

Medics rushed over to her. They pulled Y/N out of the car and checked her pulse on her wrist. They kept her helmet on as they got her onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.

"Where's Y/N?" Lando asked as he climbed out of the car. He didn't know what was happening with the race, didn't know that she was the reason for the red flags.

"She's on her way to the hospital," said Andrea.

Of course, nobody at McLaren quite knew the relationship Lando had with Y/N. They didn't know that his heart was pounding too loudly for him to hear anything else. Shit, he couldn't go back into the race, not until he knew she was okay.

But the car was cleared from the track and the race was restarting. Lando had to get on with his job, he knew. He could check on her later. Plus, he knew Y/N would have been pissed if she knew he stopped racing for her. "Keep me updated on her, please," he said before he climbed back into the car.

He was going to race, and he was going to do it for her.

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[dfortrafalgar]

Gift of Belonging

Luffy x GN Reader

Life didn't have a purpose without Luffy.

Warnings: Fic from my 100 followers poll!!! can be read as either platonic or romantic, mentions of self deprecating thoughts but nothing too severe, just some short, feel good, reassuring hugs from our favorite straw hat-wearing captain <3

Taglist: @bokutosbiceps | @luffy0s | @surgeonoffish

You were at the end of your rope when you joined the straw hats, but who wasn’t?  You weren’t special in the grand scheme of the world’s most infamous pirate crew.  You couldn’t compare to the tumultuous lives of the rag-tag bunch that had quickly become your lifeline, you had nothing on being the child of an abusive royal family, or the last survivor of a decimated nation, or the unfortunate witness to the killing of a friend or parent, or a literal god.  You weren’t a cyborg or an animal or a reincarnated being hundreds of years old.  You were just… simple.

And yet, the Straw Hats made you feel accepted.

They made you feel wanted.

And no one had wanted you more than Monkey D. Luffy.

You still struggled to accept the boisterous boy’s words when he welcomed you aboard his grand ship.  You had put up an argument, insisting that you would only get in the way, that your strengths paled in comparison to the rest of the crew, that you had no business being a part of the inner circle of one of the Emperors.  But not a single eyelash was batted in the direction of your plight.  Simply endless stares of patience, waiting for you to finally bite the lure and climb up the gangway and officially join the Straw Hats.  And when you finally did, Luffy had said the words that had stuck with you since then.

“I don’t care who you are.  You’re special and you deserve a spot in my family.”

It was as if the world opened up around you for the first time.  Instead of seeing your surroundings in black and white, colors infiltrated your retinas in ways you had never experienced.  Suddenly, the sunshine that beat down on your skin felt like a pleasant hug from the world, rather than a punishing burn against your weary being.  Food you ate and drank every single day tasted extra good because it was always cooked with love and affection, the flirtatious cook not caring at all where you had come from.  Luffy and his crew made it known from the second they met you that you were deserving of love, respect, and friendship.

And you couldn’t lie… the first few days were overwhelming.

The Straw Hats were loving.  They were really loving, and their unique ways of showing they appreciated you were slowly building up in your veins like a disease until one night, when you were on watch, you cracked.

You broke down.

You sat on the stern of the Thousand Sunny, gazing out from the white-painted railings and over the vastness of the dark ocean and seamlessly blended in with the sky above you, the only light shining on you being from the twinkling stars millions of light years away.  Quiet, salty tears flowed down your cheeks, your shoulders clenched as you wrapped your arms around yourself, sniffling into the collar of your shirt.  You loved your crew, you really did.  You began to realize that you loved them more than you ever loved anyone else in your life, and that thought somehow scared you.  Like you were unprepared.  Like your heart had been so deprived of love for your whole life that the overabundance of it in such a short time caused your brain to short-circuit.  And you cried.  You weeped on the Sunny’s back deck, into the calmness of the night.

Until the sound of clopping flip-flops climbing the steps to where you sat alerted your attention, causing you to freeze up, holding your breath, wishing your tears could evaporate away.

“Hey, what are you doing up here alone?”  It was Luffy, his usually exuberant voice a rare form of calm as he approached you.  He wasted absolutely zero time in plopping himself onto the hard deck beside you, extending his legs and holding his arms out, hands behind his head.

You stayed hunched into yourself, trying to hide your shame in your hands.

“Hey… are you alright?” he asked, his voice somehow even softer.

A faint sniffle from you was all your captain needed to hear.  He sat up with a start and grabbed your shoulders with his calloused hands, yanking you around to face him.  Your eyes were wide with shock at his actions, but you stayed frozen.  It’s not like you could run anywhere, the man was made of rubber.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, an intense stare that bored into your skin.  “Did someone say something to you?  Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head, wiping your tears away on your arm.  You took a deep, shuddering inhale before finally forcing your shoulders to relax.  “No… no one said anything to me.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Luffy, despite not being overly emotional in normal circumstances, was scarily good at reading people.  It didn’t matter if you couldn’t outright say what was bothering you, he would eventually figure it out with that convoluted tunnel system of a brain.  His adorable lips curled into a pout as he analyzed your face, picking apart every twitch of your muscles.

You inhaled once more, turning your face away from him slightly.  “I’m just… not used to this.”

“Not used to what?”

His questions, and the feigned clueless tone of his voice almost made a smile crack onto your face.  Another talent of Monkey D. Luffy: he was like a wrecking ball for the walls you built up around yourself.

“I’m not used to… this.”  Your hands circled around you, gesturing to the ship, causing Luffy to finally drop his hands from your shoulders.  “Being a part of a crew.  You guys are… too nice to me.”

Luffy was ready with a response immediately.  “We could never be ‘too nice to you.’  That’s impossible.  We love you.”

Your lip quivered slightly.  “That’s what I’m not used to.”

“Being loved?”

There it was.  You feebly nodded.  “Yeah.  That.”

Your captain scooted across the deck closer to you, if that was even possible.  He was basically flush against you at this point.  He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm bear hug, his fluffy black hair tickling the skin of your cheek.  “We love you because you’re special to us, we don’t need a reason for that,” he described.  His voice faltered, as if he wanted to say something else, as if he was trying to add to his words.  Instead, he squeezed you into him, closing his eyes as he felt your muscles grow limp.  ‘We love you, but I love you more.’

“I just wish it was easier for me to accept that,” you whispered into his shoulder, struggling to hug him back.

Luffy’s embrace didn’t relent.  If anything, he tried to pull you in closer.  The force of his hug made you lose your balance on the floor, falling over on top of him, your chin hitting his shoulder.  But he still didn’t let up.  He held firm, squeezing you as if you would fade away into dust if he let go.

“Luffy–” you wheezed against his skin.

“What?”  He sounded completely oblivious.  “I’m going to keep hugging you until you don’t feel sad anymore.  No more crying,” he demanded.  “Captain’s orders.”  His last sentence held a hint of playfulness, the smile he surely wore on his face coming through the sound of his voice.

He must have been contagious, because your own grin slowly grew on your lips.  After what felt like hours, you finally reciprocated his hug, curling your arms under him and letting yourself finally relax in his embrace.  You knew Luffy had odd ways of showing he cared, but this was definitely unexpected.  Unexpected, but not necessarily unappreciated.  His presence emitted a warmth akin to summertime air, his existence like the calming breeze of the open ocean that wafted around you and circled you in comforting drafts.  Luffy never judged, never wavered, never ceased to let his crew, and now you, know how truly grateful he felt to be able to live his life with his favorite people.

You made a slight movement to stand up, but Luffy’s arms tightened their hold around your back.  “Not yet,” he grumbled.  “I don’t wanna stand up yet.”

“Is this how you comfort everyone on the crew?” you asked, your voice coming out muffled as you spoke into his neck.

“Hmm… not necessarily.  Everyone’s different.  Chopper really loves hugs, and Zoro lets me hug him, but sometimes Nami and Robin can take them or leave them.  Usopp likes hugs but doesn’t like to admit it.”  A smile crawled to your face as your captain rattled off the preferences of your fellow crewmates, the ways in which he perceived their unique and individual personalities bringing a comforting reassurance to your heart.  “I feel like you really like hugs, and you clearly needed one right now.”

You bit the inside of your lower lip, trying to bite back the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes.  The tension escaping your body dissipated in large waves, leaving you with nothing but warmth and comfort in the arms of the man who had surely saved your life.

And for the first time since officially joining the Straw Hats, you began to feel truly, unconditionally loved.  It was miraculous.  All it took was a single hug from the nicest, most selfless person you had ever met.

Someday, you’d be sure to return the favor for Luffy, even if he wouldn’t accept.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy oneshot

[kookoofufu]

Spoilers for Chapter 1102

Well that was sad. This chapter goes over a lot of One Piece's existing story but from Kuma's perspective, what he (and others) were doing behind the scenes while the straw hats were having their adventures. And it's confirmed that Bonney saw all of this through Kuma's memories!

I am a huuuge fan of the parallel drawn between Bonney/Kuma and Luffy/Dragon. Bonney and Luffy are strong and childish upcoming pirates, bringers of a new era, secretly watched over by their famous fathers, and are Kuma's legacy... my heart...

There's also a parallel between Kuma and Hancock since they're both former slaves working as warlords who were moved by Luffy attacking a CD (especially to protect a fishman). Makes me wonder if sending Luffy to Amazon Lily was about more than just learning Haki.

And if we want to get really crazy, Vegapunk's "your life hasn't caused anyone harm or trouble, but your death will pain everyone who loves you!!" quote reminds me of Ace, who didn't realize his worth until the end :'(

Also, foreshadowing! I bet Vegapunk secretly installed this circuit and that Kuma is still alive in there somewhere. He's getting a happy ending with Bonney (after a lot of turmoil), I'm calling it right here. Break next week.

#one piece 1102 #ch 1102 #bartholomew kuma #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #i wanna know how doflamingo knew about all this stuff about kuma and vegapunk.. but perhaps that's for fanfiction

[balsee]

as fun as it is to think about, i know for a fact that i'd easily be the most useless straw hat on the crew because the minute sanji smiled at me each time we interacted or he brought me food my brain would just start short circuiting. i wouldn't know how to act.

#we'd get into a fight with enemy pirates #and the minute i establish brief eye contact with sanji i'm completely distracted and then killed on sight #it's a funny mental image #black leg sanji #sanji #one peice

[miilkybnn]

I know these have been requested already but I adore your 09 and cowboy Ghost/Roach/Soap art and would love to see more!! Also, do you have any cowboy/gunslinger headcanons for the three??

I, too, adore ’09 GhostRoachSoap AND cowboy/ranch life GhostRoachSoap so you absolutely WILL see more of them, I promise!!

As for ideas/hc for the cowboy au, it’s a lot more “ranch life” based than gunslingers so if you are into that, keep reading below the line!

If not, then you are more than welcome to skip over this :}

Disclaimer: Most of my ideas are a bit scattered so I apologize for the messy layout, I’ll try my best to keep it coherent. Also, this is not all of them I don’t want this to be overly long

Background:

The AU takes place in Roach’s family ranch where all three members have been discharged from duty.

In this AU, because I like happiness, there is no war over the horizon and is simply a group of people living their lives out on the rolling plains of either Texas or Tennessee— I’m leaning more towards Texas just because I know more about the agriculture of the Texas plains.

In this AU, the 141 & Co simply live their lives from either being retired/discharged/etc. While everyone is involved (except for Shepherd, eat shit and die Shepherd), they all do their own thing but primary attention is mainly on GhostRoachSoap

Roach (+ extended background):

Roach and his other 5 siblings have the ranch under their and their parent’s name. He and two of his siblings, the youngest and the second oldest, are more active in taking care of the ranch's needs now that their parents are well into their ages. The other three help ever so often with more minor things but they have their own families to tend to and his parents don't actually live in the ranch anymore (again, due to age) and live closer to the city.

Roach, however, is the main caretaker for the ranch. He spends the most time on the land and is often alone, that was until Ghost and Soap came

Headcanons;

His accent left when he joined the army. Came back tenfold after a week on the ranch.

Has a collection of cowboy hats and each one serves a purpose (although his favorite is his very worn-out Cattleman that he leaves by the front door to take on his way out)

Expert horse rider. I'm not saying you would see this man at the Rodeo, but he’s had his fair share of bucking broncos, and not ONCE has he been bucked off.

Though there are horses on the ranch, his horse is Estella— a Chestnut American Quarter Horse with three white socks (forelegs + right hind leg) and a star + stripe. She loves to chew on people’s clothes if they turn their backs on her.

Has slept in the barn before (multiple times) and regrets it every time (wouldn’t recommend it, very lumpy and you WILL wake up with straw in places you don’t want it to be)

LOVES cattle work, and hates paperwork 💀 (he lets Ghost, and his two other siblings take care of it) due to this, he is good at reading the animals and knowing when something is wrong!

Are good friends with the vet! (It’s his ex 💀) (They broke amicably though so it’s okay!!) (“So, like, when I kiss you??…. it’s gross” “OH thank God, I thought it was only me")

Gets SOOO distracted when Soap is picking the hay bales. Bff short circuits for a good minute before Ella gets miffed at him and throws her head back

Cows > sheep (will make an exception for baby lambs tho)

Soap:

Along with Ghost, realistically both would not actually retire in some rural Texas town but because I can, let's say they decided to retire to some rural Texas town.

Soap is the most recent member to the farm and took to it like a duck to water. (We'll ignore the times he forgot to lock the chicken coop). He was on active duty but after a close call that was too close to comfort, he decided that maybe it was time to retire. Price is the one that mentioned the ranch to him, although at the time he did not know it was a ranch.

All Price told him was “if you are looking for something a little different, take a look here" and looking he went.

Headcanons:

Not on the friendliest terms with the cattle dogs but boy do they LOVE him (they’ve tried to herd him multiple times and have succeeded) (he cusses both Ghost and Roach out for watching and letting it happen)

Loves the nitty gritty work. Hay bales? Check. Cleaning the stables? On it. Shearing the sheep? The Clippers are all warmed up already. If there’s a job that involves getting his hands dirty, he is the first in line

Sheep > cows

His horse is a Buckskin American Quarter Horse that he very proudly named Buck. This name came after Roach told him the color of his coat but was reinforced when Soap tried riding him and was almost bucked off. They became the best of pals after that, and Buck occasionally tries to nibble Soap’s mohawk for fun.

His favorite chore is feeding the animals! He loves watching them all flock to their food and munch away. He doesn't find it much of a chore as it fills him with such joy to see all the creatures he cares for flourish.

Gagged the first, second, and third time he saw a sheep give birth. Man has seen a soldier’s leg come clean off from a bomb and recovered in less than 5 minutes but BIRTH? Get the bucket ready.

Ghost:

Discharged after a mission had gone wrong, Ghost had no idea where to go. With no family to go back to and no friends to crash with, civilian life was looking very bleak until Price came to him with a plane ticket and an address to some rural town in Texas.

Ranch life was… different for Ghost. It wasn’t bad per say, and he can’t really find much to complain about, but it was just different. It is... steadier? softer? he's not too sure but at least it lets him sleep easier at night.

It took him and Roach a while to find a rhythm. It wasn’t easy and it was very awkward at first but eventually they were able to settle on something unique for them that worked out.

Headcanons:

Sheep > cows

He likes to roam around with the LGDs. He greatly respects their jobs and has grown a soft spot for them. He knows he’s not supposed to distract them, but he just can’t help himself and always gives them a good belly rub.

Became good friends with the farrier. Farrier does most of the talking but Ghost will join in here and there. He really likes learning about the Farrier's different methods and likes to watch him work on the horses. (Lowkey thinking about making Jackson the farrier bc why not)

One of my favorite personal hc's about Ghost is that he is shit at naming things so yeah, he named his horse, Horse. Roach almost took his horse privileges away because of it but anyway, his horse is not an AQH like Roach/Soap but is instead one of the two draft horses the ranch has! His horse is Blue Roan Clydesdale with a very splotchy coat that loves peppermints and loves napping her days away (she’s had three kids alright she deserves it)

Genuinely enjoys doing the ranch paperwork. Sure, he has to ask Roach here and there where some of the stuff is at but honestly? Could spend hours reading and organizing the books and such. He's very interested in the topics discussed.

Earliest riser. His favorite time of the day is just before the sun peaks over the horizon where everything is blue and foggy, where condensation sits on his skin, when the crickets are still chirping, and when the mourning doves are softly cooing. Roach wakes up soon after him.

#I HOPE YALL ENJOY MY HCs #theres more to the background and stuff but i had to cut sm </3 #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod roach #cod ghost #cod soap #ghostroachsoap #cod #ranch au #bug boo and bubbles #ask me stuff #milky talks #apologies for the wall of texts but not really #you wanted my hc so now get ready to sit and listen to me talk for multiple hours #ghostroach #soapghost #ghostsoap #anon i actually finished this at 3 in the morning but was struggling with the layout on my phone #anon ask #thank u anon <3

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Smoker after the first seeing Lucky post-time skip:

He’s floored and the only reason he didn’t blow his cover as a yandere is cause he GENUINELY just stopped functioning. He just stood there in shock cause “it was NOT this bad before what the fuck happened??” And Lucky got away.

It genuinely takes the wind out of him. Before the timeskip, he was very much in denial about how down bad he was. He's just concerned that she's an innocent civilian being mixed up with pirates, that's definitely it! And, well, he'll also have to keep her under his care afterwards because of how dangerous the Straw Hats are. Now, though? It's impossible to deny how badly he wants her for himself and how little it really has to do with "saving" her.

I may as well talk about how the other pre-timeskip suitors handle the change.

Buggy's brain straight up short circuits. The increased affection fries his brain so hard that he fully forgets that they never actually got married, and he starts referring to Lucky as his wife. That must be why he suddenly feels so much stronger about her! They're in their honeymoon phase!

Kaku was already head over heels for her before, now it's borderline suffocating. He can't think about anything that isn't her and their future together. The once mostly innocent love letters he would send become notably more unhinged. He goes into great detail about how he envisions their lives together as a couple, what their home will look like when he can finally make it so they aren't being pursued, and of course he has to talk about what names he loves most for their future children and how he'd like to decorate the nursery.

Paulie wants to kick his own ass for how hard he's ogling Lucky post-timeskip. For once, he looks at a woman, feels a certain way about, and then asks if he's the problem. It's one thing to have the hots for someone but this feels ridiculous! The shame turns to an overprotective panic as it dawns on him that if he feels this way, others must, too. He's now all the more determined to hide her away from everyone else in the world.

Iceburg has lost all subtlety. The letters they were exchanging before had a sort of tongue-in-cheek playful banter going on, but now it's much more direct. No more 'it sure would be nice to have you here', now it's 'you are going to come back to Water 7 pack your bags already'. The occasional gifts he would send grow into a constant stream. He becomes much more encouraging of Paulie to go get her. Granted, getting her away from Paulie will be its own struggle, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

Law is taking it very much the same as Smoker, except he goes as far as to take out his own heart to examine it because what the fuck is happening to it right now? He already had a budding fondness, but now all he can think about is locking her in the Polar Tang and throwing away the key.

Kid feels like he got hit by a god damn cannon. At first, his desire to keep her around was based more on possessiveness than anything else, but after seeing her again post-timeskip, he has this instant realization of 'oh no, I LOVE her'. He won't vocalize this, but there is now a noticeable effort on his part to genuinely win her over rather than just keep her against her will.

#lucky break #white chase smoker #buggy the clown #kaku one piece #paulie one piece #iceburg one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #rebeccawinters

[missrandomdreamer]

Mihawk and Miruna

Bits and pieces of the story on the couple: i have written a few of these in full detail which i will post at a later date but wanted to share some bits for you guys now <3

Warnings pertaining to Miruna's past: mentions of abuse, slavery, also talk of PTSD

Mihawk finds Miruna washed up on his beach after the ship she was held on as a slave, was destroyed by a serpent and storm.

He takes her in, reluctantly, immediately noticing signs of abuse and the fact she is practically skin and bones.

Honestly, Miruna wouldn't trust him right at the beginning. She had been hurt far to many times, especially by men. She wouldn't even talk to him for the longest time-just glare at him, reluctantly taking the food and water he offers.

He would call her Miruna cause she refuses to tell him her actual name or speak to him . She would honestly want to know what it means but she is far to proud to ask.

As long as it wasn't Angel she wouldn't care, she hates that nickname.

Miruna would finally speak after she was all healed up, she would mutter a soft thank you. The first words Mihawk would hear her say to him.

After that, she would speak to him, not a lot but at least she was speaking to him. He didn't mind it, they seemed to content with each other's company.

Of course after she was healing and better, he would tell her she would be welcomed to take the spare boat and leave or if she wanted she was allowed to stay and help around the castle along with the farm/garden. He thought she would leave, as she finally had her freedom, however, to his surprise (and to her own) she agrees to stay with him.

Miruna helps with gardening but when she isn't gardening she goes to the sea staring at the waves; it calms and relaxes her.

She befriends the Humandrills and the animals on the island and she actually learns a few things from them: things about nature but also about fighting to defend herself as well .

Mihawk also trains her eventually too, she becomes a great fighter nothing on the level of straw hats or Mihawk obviously but enough to defend herself and kick slavers asses.

On the subjects of animals on the island she befriends one particular seagull she nursed back to health after it was injured. Mihawk wasn't sure how he felt about a seagull in his castle (attempting to steal all his food when he thought Mihawk wasn't looking) but it was one of the few things that made Miruna visibly happy so he went a long with it. The seagull would heal and be set free again but would always visit her every day (and Mihawk to steal his food or sip his wine ;3)

Also before Mihawk and her venture to another island to go supply shopping (And get Miruna some clothes) she tends to where his. Most of the time just his shirt, which is long and big on her (the pants fall right off so she gave up on those).

Mihawk shows no sign of being attracted to this (at least not right away)

However, when she does get her own clothes she still wears his shirt to bed, because to her its comforting but she would never ever tell him that. (Mihawk would then miss seeing her wear his clothes but again not say anything on it because you know Mihawk)

Miruna would have frequent night terrors of memories of what she went through, they would get worse during storms

Eventually Mihawk , would go in and comfort her and this would be the catalyst of them each letting down their walls

As the two grow to enjoy each other's company and as months go by they would developed feelings for each other.

However, it takes a number of different things for them to actually confess to each other they love each other.

Clues of their affection would be: Miruna would stop looking at him and gets afraid to be near him afraid she might brush up against him and she kind of short-circuits, blushing furiously.

Mihawk wants to be near her and is constantly staring and begins to be even more distracted by her.

The idiots think the other is upset with them because they refuse to talk about their feelings. Miruna afraid she might ruin the nice relationship they have at the time-Mihawk afraid he is overstepping boundaries due to the horrible past Miruna has gone through.

They eventually confess and the relationship only grows stronger. They completely trust one another and have complete respect for each others boundaries, and their communication has become million tons better.

He is completely devoted to her and never would want to scare her or cause her to have more trauma. He loves her so much and would do anything for her.

Miruna is just so in love with him and feels so safe with him. She lets a lot of her walls down and relaxes with him, telling him her past and feels she can be vulnerable with him which is such a compliment to Mihawk who gives Miruna his undivided attention when she speaks to him on sensitive subjects.

One day as he returns from a trip at least a year or so into their romantic relationship and they are in a comfortable spot: Miruna goes to get his wine but he suddenly stops her. He takes her hands in his own, kisses the palm tenderly before his eyes flicker up to Miruna's face. His eyes intense and full of love, "I don't want the wine, I want you."

Mihawk doesn't say a lot of words of affection but when he does it hits hard and she is swept off her feet instantly, falling in love with him over and over again. <3

#miruna (oc) #dracule mihawk x oc #dracule mihawk #one piece #one piece oc #From the Sea (story)

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(Original caption) Seventy-one years old and still touring the straw hat circuit is Billie Burke, widow of the famed Florenz Ziegfeld. She's making up for her role in ‘Mother Was a Bachelor’ at the Sea Cliff Summer theater, and taped into kit she carries with her at all times is a photo of her daughter and grandchildren. The picture proves actresses are just as doting as other mothers and grandmothers.

#billie burke

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The Seer

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Faces Turned to the Sunset

Brook is standing at the crow’s nest, playing his violin.

This is not unusual, nor is it noteworthy. Brook spends more time playing than not. It’s his job, it’s his life (and death! Yohohohoho). It helps him worth through whatever is going through his mind.

He has quite a lot going through his mind at the moment.

Brook knows he’s new to the crew. He knows there’s a lot here (crew dynamics, histories, relationships) that he’s simply not aware of yet. And that’s fine, that’s just life at sea. He’ll learn, eventually.

But this current situation that poor Usopp has found himself in? It’s quite heavy for someone so young, someone who has only just started out his pirate career. But this is something Brook can actually help with.

He’s so, so grateful to these people for giving him the second chance he’s always needed. Maybe now, he can actually begin to repay them.

“Brook?”

Startled out of his thoughts, he stops playing. Below him stands the very subject of his ruminations, looking up in his general direction. He has one hand on the straw hat on his head. Robin is next to him, holding his arm. She gifts Brook a small smile.

“Usopp-San! Robin-San!” Brook lifts his hat in greeting. “How wonderful to run into you on such a fine day!”

“Sorry for startling you,” Usopp responds. “But I was walking around with Robin when we heard you play. I had to come hear some more.”

“Well, young Usopp,” Brook says, making his way down from the crow’s nest. “That’s very kind of you! It’s enough to make even these old bones blush.”

Usopp cocks his head, seemingly listening to Brook’s approach. “I’ve always liked music,” He says. “But now…I don’t know. After what happened, it feels different for me now. Like, it’s the only thing that hasn’t changed for me, as an experience, but that’s what makes it feel different now. Does that make sense?”

Brook hits the deck with a small thump. He sees Usopp turn towards the sound. “It does indeed,” He says, gathering himself. “Often, one relies on the senses one has available. Your connection to music is through a sense that you still have access to, and so allows you to appreciate it even more.”

Usopp nods. “Exactly! You’re so good, too. You were doing a sea shanty? That’s my favorite type of music!”

Brook deliberately taps his cane as he walks towards Robin and Usopp, making his approach clear. Robin, still silent, gives him an approving nod. “Ah, you appreciate the classics,” He says. “Very appropriate for the setting. Do let me know your favorites, and I’ll add them to the repertoire.”

Usopp’s face breaks into a smile, lifting at the bandages around his eyes. “Wow! Thanks, Brook!”

Robin leans in. “Usopp,” She says. “I’ll leave you with Brook now, alright? You can let him know to direct you back to Chopper’s office when you’re ready.”

“Thanks Robin,” Usopp says, and she leans out to grasp at Brook’s bony hand. She leads it to Usopp’s arm, and then gives them another smile.

Brook curls his fingers around Usopp’s upper arm. “Well then,” He says. “Where are we heading?”

Usopp taps on his chin. “Hm,” He says. “Let’s go around the side. I’m trying to get a sense of how wide everything is.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Brook says, starting to lead Usopp in the circuit around the ship. “You know,” He begins. “I haven’t been here very long. But I do know a thing or two about waking up in a different body that doesn’t feel like yours. And I know how difficult an adjustment that is.”

He feels Usopp’s arm tense under his hand. “Yeah,” He says, sounding a little shaky. “I guess you would understand what that feels like.”

“Indeed,” Brook says, gently adjusting Usopp’s path. “And I know how it feels to suddenly not be able to do things that you used to do. But with some time, and practice, and work, I was able to adjust. And with your help, all of you, I’m able to have the life that I wanted to have. Or death, as it turns out. Yohohohoho!”

He feels Usopp’s arm shake in an answering laugh. “You’re right,” He says. “Yeah. It’s just time, I guess. And figuring out what to do now. One step at a time, right?”

Brook makes his step steo forward deliberately heavy. “Correct!” He says. “That’s an excellent outlook to have. And we can remind you if you ever need that.”

“Thanks Brook,” Usopp says. He stops walking, Brook also coming to an abrupt halt. “Can I ask you something?”

“You already have, yohohohoho,” Brook jokes. “But go ahead!”

“What’s your favorite music?” Usopp says. “What do you like to play the most?”

Brook feels a warm fondness in his bones. “It’s kind of you to ask,” He says. “I love everything I play, don’t you worry! Music is a gift I treasure every day.”

Usopp nods, and Brook gently tugs on his arm to start walking again. They reach the side of the ship and Brook leads him into another turn. They’ve reached the side that opens up to the island, and Brook takes a moment to appreciate the view.

Usopp whips his head to the side. “Oh!” He says, sounding excited. “We’re at the side near Sabaody, right? I can smell and hear it! And I can feel the wind from it!”

“Correct!” Brook says, patting Usopp on the shoulder.

Usopp stops, leaning on the side of the ship. He moves the hand on the hat lower, til it clutches at the rim. “Brook,” He says. “Can you tell me what it looks like?”

Brook stands next to him. “Of course,” He says. He looks out onto the land. “It’s green…very green! Lots of forest, spreading out into the distance. There seems to be bubbles emerging from the island, and there’s quite a lot of them floating around us.”

Usopp sighs. “Sounds beautiful,” He says.

Brook lays a hand on Usopp’s head, gently minding the hat. “The actual town looks quite busy,” He says. “There’s lots of buildings, shops, and people. There’s also-”

Brook cuts himself off. “Oh!” He says. “It looks like our Captain, swordsman, and cook are on their way back! Seems a little quick…”

Usopp cocks his head. “Do they look alright?”

Brook leans closer. “They look a little grim,” He reports. “There seems to be someone with them. I don’t recognize him. He’s older, long white hair, glasses-”

At that moment, Nami thunders out onto the deck, followed closely by Franky. “Guys! Luffy and the others are coming back with-”

She spots Brook and Usopp and literally skids to a stop. “Usopp,” She breathes.

Usopp turns in her general direction. “Nami?”

“Oh,” She says, tears forming in her eyes, “Oh, Usopp…”

In the next breath she’s running forward, so fast she almost stumbles over her own feet. “USOPP!”

She jumps at him, flinging her arms around him and hugging him tight. Brook and Franky share a look. Franky looks like he’s seconds away from crying himself.

Usopp stumbles back, clutching onto the straw hat for dear life. Brook reaches out to steady him. “Hey Nami,” He says softly. “Long time no…see.”

Nami buries her head in Usopp’s shoulder. “Idiot!” She says, then instantly bursts into tears.

Usopp looks panicked. “Oh hey, Nami, come on, it’s okay, please don’t…”

“I’m sorry,” Nami wails into Usopp’s shoulder. “I’m sorry Usopp, I’m sorry…”

Usopp reaches a hand to clumsily pat her on the back. “Hey,” He says again. “It’s alright, really, I’ll be okay, yeah? I’ll…I’ll manage. Right? Hey, Nami, everyone’s coming back, we should talk to them…”

Nami stiffens, then lets Usopp go. “You’re right,” She sniffs, trying to get a hold of herself. “I was gonna say, they look serious. We’ll talk later, okay? After we find out what’s going on?”

“Of course,” Usopp says, and Brook turns his attention back to the approaching group. To his surprise, in that time, they’ve managed to make it back to the ship, and are slowly making their way up to the deck.

“Oi,” Sanji says, first one to arrive. “Which if you assholes made Nami-San cry? Is Robin-Chan alright?”

He eyes tick around the group, landing on Usopp. Understanding fills his gaze. “Whatever,” He says, losing in their direction. “Don’t let me catch anyone doing that again.”

He makes his way next to Brook and Usopp. He nods at Brook, then taps Usopp on the elbow. “Hey,” He says. “Out and about now?”

“Chopper cleared me,” Usopp responds, and Brook sees Zoro make his way to the ship. “I’ve missed walking around up here.”

Brook keeps an eye on Zoro, and knows instantly once he’s caught sight of Usopp. His jaw visibly clenches, like he’s desperately holding something back. He makes an aborted motion forward before stepping back, fists clenched. He stiffly backs up to join Franky, but his eyes don’t leave Usopp.

Luffy gets in next, definitely more subdued by usual, closely followed by this new stranger. Brook eyes (well. Eye sockets) him wearily.

“Okay,” Luffy says, hands on his hips. “You’re here now. What was it that you wanted to tell us?”

Brook sees Robin approaching from within the ship, Chopper trotting out next to her. Ah, we’ve all arrived. He thinks to himself.

The man looks around. “Impressive ship you have here,” He comments. “I could coat her for you, soon.”

Franky’s chest puffs up with pride. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Luffy says, impatient. “But what about Ace? How can you help us?”

“Ace needs our help?” Nami asks.

Usopp leans over to Brook, whispering “That’s Luffy’s brother.”

Brook nods. He hadn’t known Luffy had a brother.

The man looks at them all. Brook catches him eying the hat on Usopp’s head. “Hatchan told me you were here. My name is Rayleigh,” He says. “And I’ve been looking to meet you for a while, Straw Hat Luffy. I have some information that you may find useful.”

-

Usopp listens with growing amazement and fear as Rayleigh begins to speak.

He tells them about the growing tensions amongst the pirates, the threat of war, the gathering of a group known as the supernova. He tells them about Whitebeard, and about Ace, and about how the situation was a powder keg that was likely to explode. He tells them about Sabaody, the Celestial Dragons, and everything that goes with them. “If you’d arrived a little earlier, you might have run into some chaos,” He had mused, and Usopp had felt ice run through his back, like a bullet at only just missed his spine.

All that talk of war had sounded much too close to Vance’s explanations for comfort. The idea that he had been right about this, had been right about something, does not sit well in his stomach. It makes him want to plug his ears and sink back into the dark.

He knows he can’t do that, though.

Rayleigh concludes his tale with explaining where Ace was, and where he was going to be taken afterwards. “So,” He says. “You’re either going to Impel Down, which is the most dangerous prison I the world, to stage a breakout. Or, you’re headed to Marineford, facing the strongest members of the Navy from one end and Whitebeard on the other. Are you sure you’re still up to the task.”

Luffy, silent up until that point, speaks up right away. “Yes,” He says firmly. “Can you give us the way to get there?”

Usopp can feel his knees knock together. It all sounds like too much. Maybe he can legitimately claim can’t-go-on-this-certain-death-mission disease now.

“Sure,” Rayleigh’s voice echoes, amused. “But you should know, you’re walking into the middle of some of the most powerful players on the grand line. And you’re taking your crew with you. Are you prepared for what you’re about to face?”

Usopp prepares for Luffy to respond. He’s surprised to hear nothing.

“Captain?” Robin says, sounding concerned.

Usopp runs the comment back in his head. The crew…he knows Luffy is more than willing to jump into certain death. But the idea that he may be leading them to it too…it must be killing him.

“Don’t worry about us Captain,” Zoro says. “Where you go, we follow. And if you’re going to save your brother, well. We’ll do that too.”

“If what he says is true,” Luffy says. “I need you all to think about this. I can’t ask you to do this if I don’t know I can make sure you all get out.”

His voice is so pained, conflicted.

It’s up to Usopp to fix this, to bring his mood back up.

He feels the familiar itch in his head, and, without thinking, submits. “Of course we can help!” He says. “Did I ever tell you about the time I made the most impossible shot in the world?”

The ship goes silent. Even the ambient noise of the sea is muted. “No,” Luffy says. “What happened?”

“Well,” Usopp says, warming up to the performance. “It was me and my slingshot against the world. I had to make a shot into a large fortress, an impossible amount of meters away. But nobody had accounted for me. I was able to throw my senses out, and see the targets I was about to hit even without seeing them. In the middle of being attached myself, I aimed and fired into the distance. Even though I couldn’t see the impact, I knew that I had made it and that…”

Usopp trails off, mind catching up to the story.

Had he just…was that…

“Wow,” Luffy says. “I didn’t know about that.”

“See, Luffy?” Sanji says. “We’re all capable. Look at what Usopp just said. If that’s going to happen, you know we’re ready, don’t you?”

Usopp’s head is spinning. It’s the first time he has really noticed what’s going on, how the story spills out of him. And everyone had known it was all true. Everyone but him.

But…the impossible shot. How is going to-

“Hey,” Rayleigh says, interrupting his thoughts. “If I may ask. What the hell just happened there?”

“Usopp tells stories,” Luffy says proudly, like he’s used to it. “And they come true!”

“He’s a seer,” Brook rushes to explain. “He has powers, he can see events before they happen. He’s only just realized it recently.”

“Well,” Rayleigh says. “I don’t know who told you that, but that’s not quite true. The future telling is, but being a ‘seer’? Not exactly.”

There’s a short pause. “What do you mean by that?” Nami asks.

The blood is thundering in Usopp’s ears. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear this but at the same time, he really needs to.

“I mean,” Rayleigh says. “Usopp over there has some of the most advanced observation Haki I’ve ever witnessed, and that’s saying something. I could feel it while he was talking. I know of some who can predict future events with Haki but never as advanced as this seems to be. And without training? Without even knowing about it? That is truly impressive.”

“What the hell is Haki?” And that’s Zoro.

“Vance said,” Usopp trips in. “Vance said that…that we had powers to balance out the darkness of the devil fruits into the world. Me with my prophecies. Him with his intimidation. Lark with his body armor. Was that…was that a lie?”

“Well if it wasn’t,” Rayleigh says. “Vance, whoever he is, is an idiot. Those aren’t ‘powers’ to balance out devil fruit. It’s Haki. And, to answer your question,” He must direct this at Zoro. “Usopp here has given us a succinct summary of the different types. Observation, which he himself has at a quite advanced level. Armament, which makes you turn your body into living armor, which this Lark person apparently has. And Conqueror’s: very rare, very powerful, which it seems from your description that this Vance person has. Is he able to knock out people with his energy?”

“Yes,” Sanji says slowly. “He…he stopped us in our tracks. I couldn’t move, there was this feeling of fear and despair that came over me. Was that..this Haki, or whatever it’s called?”

“Looks like it,” Rayleigh says. “Technically, anyone can be a Haki user. Observation and Armament, at least. Conqueror’s is a bit more rare, the only individuals that can use it are particularly-” He cuts himself off. “Never mind, we’ll get into all that later. What’s important now is that it seems these people have developed different types of Haki without, apparently, knowing what it is. And thinking it’s to combat devil fruits? That’s funny. Many devil fruit users are also very proficient at Haki.”

“So…” Usopp thinks he’s feeling dizzy. But how could he, in the dark. “Wait. Vance also said that I’d be able to control my Second Sight better when he blinded me…”

Rayleigh interrupts him immediately. “That’s bullshit,” He says. “That man is definitely an idiot. I’m sorry you got caught up in that idiocy, but that is not true. Your sight has nothing to do with your Haki. As long as you’ve been telling those stories, you’ve been using it. To gain mastery, you would simply need to train. That’s all.”

“So it was for nothing?” Usopp says. He thinks he’s yelling. “All that…everything. It was for nothing? I’m like this now for nothing?”

He feels a hand push at the hat on his head. “Usopp,” Brook says quietly.

Usopp takes a deep breath. “Sorry,” He says. “This is just…”

“That’s fair,” Rayleigh says. “I’d be mad too, if I were you. But, you know, observation Haki will help you too, with that. I know someone like you, who uses his Haki to-” He interrupts himself again. “Getting ahead of myself there again.”

“Wait,” Usopp says. “He also said that there was this…serum that would get rid of devil fruits. Was that a lie too?”

Rayleigh is silent for a few seconds. “I haven’t heard of that,” He says. “But there’s a lot of experimentation going on at the moment in devil fruits. Certain individuals have been working on…understanding them, I suppose? Replicating them? I haven’t heard of anything about destroying them, as of now. But I couldn’t say for certain that it doesn’t exist.”

Usopp feels minute shakes run throughout his body. What the hell. He thinks hysterically. What the hell. What the hell.

His panicked thoughts grind to a halt when he hears Luffy’s voice. “This is important,” He says. “And we have to come back to it later. But first…everyone. You know the risks. Are you all willing to come with me to get Ace? Knowing what we’re going into?”

Usopp shakes himself back into awareness. “Of course!” He answers.

He hears various versions of yes echo throughout the crew, and he knows already that everyone had declared themselves ready. For Luffy, they always will.

“I’ll do whatever I can to protect you all,” Luffy says, and Usopp knows he means it. “I promise. Old guy! Can you go with Nami and explain to her how to get to Ace?”

Nami speaks up. “Follow me,” She says. “I just want to run this by you..”

“Fine,” Rayleigh says. “And, Straw Hat?”

He must wait for Luffy to turn to him, the says “After you’ve finished your mission? Come back here, to Sabaody. I’ll coat your ship. And there’s more you all need to know.”

“We will,” Luffy says. “It’s a deal.”

-

Haki.

Haki. Haki. Haki.

Usopp screws his face up, trying to concentrate.

He’s back in the medical bay, because of course he is…Chopper would only also do much action, especially after all the revelations that had come down on them one by one. You still need to heal, he’d said firmly, and that was that.

Chopper had given him a quick exam before telling him he needed some more rest. Before he’d headed back out, Usopp had reached out a hand and grasped a horn. You know you’re the best doctor ever, right? He’d said. He’d felt Chopper wiggle in delight (and relief) before leaving the room.

Chopper is the best doctor ever, but Usopp is kind of a bad patient. In that he has no intention of listening to Chopper and getting some rest.

No, instead, he’s going to experiment.

Usopp had always been a big believer in experimentation: if you’re an artist, or an engineer, you need to be willing to try everything and use what works. And Usopp really needs to make this work, and fast.

Old man Rayleigh had said a lot of things. Almost all were important and valuable, but Usopp was focusing on the story he almost let slip. The one about the friend, the one supposedly like Usopp, who could use Observation Haki to help him out.

Well. He could certainly try, right? Maybe this way, he could do what Vance tried to make him do, and use his visions to-

No. No need to go down that path.

Back to concentration. Usopp slowly takes off the straw hat, holding it in front of him. Help me, Hat. He thinks. Help me get this.

He reaches out to that corner of his mind, the one that itches whenever he has a story to tell. You’ve gotta be there. Come on come on come on.

Something shimmers in the corner of the darkness. It vibrates, spins, crisscrosses into lines…

The abrupt opening of the door disrupts his concentration. He jumps, nearly dropping the hat in the process.

Heavy steps stomp into the room, which is pretty much the only data point Usopp needs. “Zoro?” He asks.

There’s silence for a second, then: “How’d you know?” Zoro says, baffled. “What, you already discovered how to sense me with your ‘haki’?”

Soon. Hopefully. “Nah,” Usopp says, putting the hat back on his head. “Nobody else but you stomps like that.”

There’s a moment where Zoro is clearly trying to figure out if he’s being insulted. He lands on “Fine,” and Usopp hears the familiar scrape of Chopper’s stool echo across the room.

Zoro is sitting with him, here? Zoro?

Usopp knows Zoro by now, and he knows that Zoro is someone who chooses his moments very carefully. He’s not one for chatting, for the most part. But he’s more than willing to speak his mind when he thinks the safety and place of the crew is at risk.

And this is what Usopp has been afraid of most. Luffy was difficult to face after this, but Zoro, in a way, is even harder to return to after his time with Vance. He can’t be the one that Zoro sees as a liability to the rest of them, and be the one needing to make the hard choice and deal with the liability.

Disappointing him again is a difficult pill to swallow.

Before Usopp can work himself up into a further state of nerves, Zoro clears his throat.

“Usopp,” He says, steady, determined. “I’m sorry.”

Usopp feels the words like a shock to his system. Why does everyone on this damn crew always apologize to me? He thinks wildly.

But what he ends up croaking out is “For what?”

“For one,” Zoro says. “Not coming by to speak to you sooner. You know Chopper didn’t want us to, but still. I could’ve come anyway. I wanted to. But at the same time…I’ll be honest. It was kind of difficult to do.”

Usopp’s mouth goes dry. “Why?”

“Because I was ashamed,” Zoro says. “I still am. You know you guys are my responsibility, right? Luffy’s captain, but his job is to lead us. Mine is to make sure you guys can follow. And I failed that. I failed you. Which brings me to my second reason…I’m sorry I let you down. You got taken on my watch, and you permanently injured because of it. I’ll take responsibility for that. I’m sorry.”

Usopp…Usopp is stunned into silence. He’s not familiar with the feeling.

Zoro seems content to wait, though. Of course he is. Zoro faces everything head on until he’s done. That just who he is.

Which is why Usopp needs to be crystal clear when he speaks. “That’s stupid,” He says.

“What?” Zoro says. “What do you mean?”

“You guys keep apologizing to me,” Usopp says. “And I guess I get it, in a way. If I was in your position, and this happened to someone else, I’d feel bad too. But you should know, I’m only still alive because of you guys. I only still have hope because of you guys. Because losing my sight almost destroyed me. It still might, I don’t know. But you’re all still here. You still want me here. And, well, that means I have to keep trying until I can find a way to be helpful still.”

Zoro doesn’t seem to have an answer, so Usopp continues.

“When you came in,” Usopp says. “I was worried you were going to tell me it might be better if I left. Because I know you always put the crew first, always. The fact that you didn’t means so much. And I’ll keep on proving that to you guys.”

“Usopp,” Zoro says, and he actually sounds a little choked. “Of course I wouldn’t. You’re…you’re part of the crew. I don’t think…I don’t think you’re getting this. I’m responsible for you too, you know. Even though you’re a big idiot who can’t tell when he’s part of something.”

Usopp laughs. “You’re the idiot,” He says. “Aren’t you, like, still half dead from Thriller Bark? How exactly were you going to put all of our safety on our shoulders? Idiot. You know you’re also part of the crew, right? Doesn’t that mean you have to look after yourself too?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Zoro says. “That’s the job. The crew before me. And, look. I know where this is coming from. Water 7, right?”

Usopp gently pulls at the straw hat so that it hits the tip of his nose, hiding the upper half of his face. He can’t do this.

“Hey,” He feels the hat being tugged back up. “Stop that. Yeah, it happened. Yeah, it sucked. Yeah, I was upset. And so were you. But it happened and that’s that. You said sorry and we took you back. The fact that you think that I would…I would kick you out as a result still shows that you needed to hear an apology too. So, there you go. You did it and we accepted. Now I did it. You gotta accept it too.”

Usopp is not going to cry here. “Okay, fine,” He sniffs. “I accept. But you know that still doesn’t mean that I blame you or anyone else for this. So long as you’re patient with me while I figure this thing out, right?”

“What, are you kidding?” Zoro says. “I’m always patient.”

Usopp raises his eyebrows. They probably don’t show under the bandages. “If you say so,” He says.

Zoro grumbles, but he clearly doesn’t mean it. “I saw that,” He says. “Nice try. You need to work on your stealth.”

He feels a heavy hand go back up to the hat, and press it down further into his head. “By the way,” Zoro says. “I got you something.”

Usopp feels something press into his hand. Something very, very familiar.

He swallows, clutching the Kabuto tight. “You know I can’t use this, right?” He croaks.

Zoro shrugs. “Maybe not in the way you used to,” He says. “But it’s yours. It always will be.”

Usopp smiles, allowing all his fondness and affection to take over. “Thank you for this. And thanks for coming and talking,” He says. “And, you know. There’s something I’m working on. Maybe you can help me with-”

He’s interrupted by Brook’s voice outside, booming with all his might:

“Impel Down, dead ahead! Like me!”

-

Of course, it can never be that easy.

Brook has a million questions as they speed closer towards the towering, ominous building on the horizon. Mainly, they center on what the hell are they going to do next.

Impel Down is without a doubt one of the scariest places he’s ever heard of. Going in, staging a breakout? That’s a Herculean task. How will they even get in? And how will they get out again?

Luffy does not seem to have these same concerns. He stands at the front of the ship, arms crossed, his hair blowing around in the strong winds. He’s less chipper than normal, more serious. It’s extremely sobering.

The crew has all scattered out at Brook’s shout, crowding around Luffy. Even Usopp has emerged, assisted by Zoro and carrying his large slingshot, even though he can’t see the approaching prison. Chopper sidles up to him, clearly wanting to scold but thinking this wasn’t the time nor the place to do so.

Luffy says nothing, though. Just keeps looking into the distance. Staring so hard Brook thinks he’s trying to burrow through the walls of the prison to find his brother.

Brook hopes he can meet this brother someday.

“There!” Nami points at the distance. “Those are ships, right? Exiting the prison? Do you think…”

Luffy steps forward, arms still crossed, staring hard. “Nami,” He says. “Can you check with the binoculars and see?”

Brook hands over the binoculars to Nami, who puts them over her eyes. “Okay,” She says. “There’s people on the ships, I don’t really recognize them. Lots of marines. Um, that one doesn’t have anyone. Let me try…oh.”

Luffy’s voice tightens. “Nami?”

“Yeah,” Nami says, voice subdued. “That’s him. That’s Ace. We’re too late, they’re already taking him out. He’s being taken to Marineford.”

Luffy’s eyes harden. “Let’s go,” He says. “We’ll follow. We go after them.”

“Right!” Nami goes forward. “Franky, let’s get a couple coup-de-bursts going so that we can-”

“Luffy.”

Brook turns in surprise. That’s Usopp, and he’s frowning under his bandages.

Luffy turns to Usopp. “Yes?”

“We still need to go to Impel Down,” Usopp says. We need to let the prisoners out.”

Luffy blinks in confusion. “What?” He says. “Why?”

The rest of the crew seems just as surprise. Even Nami has paused, right in the middle of her run towards the helm.

“It…” Usopp pauses, frown deepening. “We just have to. Trust me.”

Luffy still doesn’t look convinced. “But we need to save Ace,” He says. “How will that help us save Ace?”

Usopp’s back straightens. “Luffy,” He says, voice calm. “Have I ever told you about the time I staged a prison break?”

This gets everyone’s attention. All eyes go to Usopp, waiting.

Luffy seems to get it right away. His eyes widen. “No,” He says. “You haven’t told me.”

“Well,” Usopp says. “That’s the thing about prison breaks. They’re difficult to do, but sometimes they’re worth it. I knew that they would make a good distraction. Especially if something big is happening close by. I also knew that there would be prisoners there that would help me, because I’m just that likeable. But I didn’t do it from inside. Instead, I made sure to use what I had to break the walls from the outside. Maybe even, I don’t know. Aim for the cells on the upper floors for a specific, important ally. All the prisoners were grateful, and they helped me when I needed it most.”

“Oh,” Luffy says. “Wow! Okay, Usopp. That’s so cool. I get it now. Thank you!”

Usopp just nods.

Luffy turns to the crew. “New plan!” He says. “We’re going to break into Impel Down and try to save Ace. At the same time!”

Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

#one piece #op #usopp #soul king Brook #op fic #one piece fic #speaks

[fujofaggot]

Sanji would be lying when he said he didn't know what all the flirting had been leading to. The gazes Ace would throw him, the bumping of shoulders, the lighting of cigarettes with their faces just a little too close. 

He was, in fact, planning to lie, were any of the Straw Hats to ask any questions about where he and Luffy's older brother snuck away late at night while the rest of them were partying.

The flirting had escalated amidst the food, the singing and the drinking - specifically the bit of rum Sanji and Ace poured each other while talking. Under the table, the black-haired man snuck a hand up Sanji's knee, and the blond melted, face burning from what he wanted to say was only the alcohol.

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private, cook...?"

Sanji's head spun. He nodded dumbly and blabbered: "store room".

They got up and Sanji tried to compose himself, grinning and bidding the ladies goodnight, and the rest of the crew not to eat all of the food or he'd kill them. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp pretended not to hear, while Nami and Zoro shot him a look. He turned around and pointed the way to Ace before he could see the way the two looked at each other knowingly.

Sanji wasn't sure who pushed who, but before they had even reached the door to the storeroom, they were already kissing and gripping at each other's clothes. Ace's hands felt hot against his body, and it was almost as if they were everywhere, all at once.

When they broke away for air, Sanji tried to regain his thoughts while the other man kissed at his neck and felt him up. 

"Ace, fuck," he started eloquently. The black haired man's hands had snaked under his shirt and up his back. "You're- mmnh. I have... ngh. Please..." 

Ace pulled away with a smile and licked his lips. "Mhm? What is it, Sanji?" 

Despite the playful tone, his hands had stopped moving and he gave him a second to think. The cook avoided looking at him and just focused on calming his breathing and heartrate. 

"I... well," he tried again. "How do I say this... I've never... been. With a guy. Before," he said choppily, embarrassed. "Doesn't change how much I want this, but... well... I thought you should know."

Ace's smile dropped for only a few seconds before chuckling again, albeit with none of the previous teasing tone. "Thanks for telling me, Sanji. Is there anything else you'd like me to know before we continue...?"

The older man's finger trailed slowly down his spine to the small of his back, making him shiver and sigh shakily. He really, really tried to think of an answer, but his brain had completely turned to mush. 

He grabbed Ace by his belt, dragging him inside of the store room and locking the door behind them. Displaying a behaviour he never thought possible for himself, he looked straight in the other man's eyes and said: 

"Teach me...?" 

Ace was surprised for only a second. He grinned and sat down on a box, slowly unbuckling his belt and motioning for Sanji to get down on his knees on the floor. The blond quickly complied, vaguely feeling grateful for being tipsy and not having to deal with the embarrassment of behaving like a dog in front of another man. 

When Ace pulled down his pants and then his underwear, Sanji found himself at eye level with his cunt. 

The opening was dripping and twitching, as was the large clit atop. It was an angry, beautiful red, and the longer he stared the more it quivered. Ace brought his hand down, fingers trailing over long, curly, dark pubic hair, and pushed the lips further apart, spreading it all for Sanji to see.

A loud moan escaped him before he could even stop himself. Brain short circuiting, he ignored the initial urge to feel embarrassed and dove tongue first over the pussy instead. 

Ace hissed in pleasure and fell against the wall, hands snaking into Sanji's hair, fisting some of it and pushing himself against the eager cook's face. Sanji lapped greedily at the cunt and suckled on the engorged clit, almost as if in a rush to get a taste of every inch of Ace. 

"Slow down there, lover," the black haired man gasped, trying to regain his breath. "It's not going anywhere. Take it easy." 

Sanji hummed, or moaned, or sighed. He wasn't sure. He pulled away from Ace's pussy, panting slightly, and changed position, head now further down for better access. He looked up at the older man, silently asking for guidance. 

Ace huffed out a low laugh and carded his fingers through the blond hair. "Go slower. Deeper. Use your tongue a little better - I know you can, hm?" 

The slight jab was insulting, but Sanji found his face growing hotter, and his pants tighter. 

He took the indications seriously and began lapping at Ace unhurriedly, making sure to push against him deeper, tongue burrowing further inside his cunt. He hummed and moaned, on a subconscious level knowing the vibrations made it better for the other man. When he heard him moan and felt his nails digging against his scalp, it was the only confirmation he needed.

He pulled away for a second to suck the clit into his mouth yet again, twirling his tongue around it and reveling in the sounds and little words of praise Ace made in the process. 

Sanji was about to start feeling smug about this until he felt Ace's foot against his hard-on. The rush of pleasure and subsequent moan absolutely shattered any of the pride he had had before, and the little chuckle from the other man really put the nail in the coffin. 

He wished he hadn't gotten harder from it, too.

Moaning against the drenched pussy and trying his best not to cum from just that, Sanji licked deeper into Ace and reached up to rub at the clit with his thumb. 

"Fuck, cook- I'm almost...! Ffffuck..." Ace groaned and tugged harder on the blond's hair. "Don't stop, loverboy, I'm almost there..."

The little nickname made Sanji's heart do a summersault. He whined and rutted against the foot at his crotch, and desperately pushed his mouth and tongue deeper against Ace's cunt. 

Ace's breath hitched and he moaned out the cook's name, pussy twitching and thighs spasming as he came. 

After he felt the other man's orgasm was over, Sanji pulled away breathless and panting, a hot string of saliva uniting his tongue and the cunt in front of him before breaking. He was extremely red, his lips were puffy, and his chin had slobber and Ace's juices dripping from it. He looked down at himself and wanted to die when he realized he had come in his pants.

He was afraid Ace would mention it (or perhaps he was expecting it), but then he heard a snore. His head shot up and he went slack-jawed when he saw the other man had fallen asleep. 

#acesan #sanace #sanji x ace #ace x sanji #trans ace #trans portgas d ace

[oskarlevant]

The Kenley Players was an Equity summer stock theatre company which presented hundreds of productions featuring Broadway, film, and television stars in Midwestern cities between 1940 and 1996. Variety called it the "largest network of theaters on the straw hat circuit." Founded by and operated for its entire lifespan by John Kenley, it is credited with laying the groundwork for Broadway touring companies.

The company's success was predicated on booking big-name stars for their box office potential, casting them in familiar plays and musicals, and keeping prices low, thereby attracting large crowds. In its heyday, Kenley Players productions drew crowds of 5,000 in Dayton, Akron, Columbus, Flint, Michigan, and Warren, Ohio. Kenley "pioneered the notion of putting TV stars in summer stock." In a 1950 interview Kenley told The Washington Post, "I only charge $1.50 top...I'd rather have full houses every night than be stuck with a batch of empty seats."

Headliners included Tallulah Bankhead, Cyd Charisse, Rosemary Clooney, Olivia de Havilland, Veronica Lake, Gypsy Rose Lee, Arthur Godfrey, Rudy Vallée, Tommy Tune, Burt Reynolds, Ethel Merman, Mae West, Billy Crystal, William Shatner, Betty White, Florence Henderson, Mickey Rooney, Roddy McDowall, Marlene Dietrich, Jayne Mansfield, Rock Hudson and Gloria Swanson. 

Those who appeared in more than five productions included Edie Adams, Ed Ames, Vivian Blaine, Mitzi Gaynor, Vincent Price, Genevieve, Robert Goulet, Lois Hunt, Van Johnson, Carol Lawrence, Paul Lynde, Gordon MacRae, Ann Miller, Karen Morrow, John Raitt, Martha Raye, Alexis Smith, Betty White, Barry Williams, and Earl Wrightson. In 1972, 1973, and 1975, Karen Valentine appeared in Columbus, Ohio. In 1978, Sue Ane Langdon appeared in Chicago in Columbus, Ohio.

Backstage called the Kenley Players "a legendary summer stock circuit." Playbill called it "for decades, a renowned midwestern summer stock outfit." During the period The Phil Donahue Show was broadcast from Dayton, celebrities appearing in Kenley productions appeared regularly, giving Kenley national publicity

[joeyskattebo]

The Far West chapter 3 part 8

like a lot of working people made not really want to go out and spend money and pizza and beer, though she needs the cheering up so she had accepted Raquel’s invitation; after Molly and Raquel get their giant slices of pizza and glasses of beer they join the trio at the table; Tom looks so out of place, so formal looking compared to how everyone else at the table is dressed; Raquel looks gorgeous in a black lace top and Molly looks causal in her Nirvana t-shirt, flannel and jeans; she looks at him with an odd look, and then the five commence socializing and eating pizza and drinking beer; Raquel and Molly sit next to each other and Katy, Paul, and Tom sit next to each other on the other side of the table that is against the wall:

“So what do you?’ Raquel askes Paul.

“Oh I drive cab for Pine Cab.”

“Oh nice,” Raquel responded.

“Cool, I’ve rode in one of those before,” Molly said looking at Paul and nodding; as she does so Tom looks at Molly and nods as well.

“Yeah I enjoy it,” Paul said still nodding.

“I bet you hate Uber and Lyft,” Tom said before laughing in a rather smug manner-he then takes a sip of cola out of a straw that’s in an white oversized paper cup with a plastic lid-the cup reads Pizza for Hire in letters that look like they are made out of pepperoni pizza-Tom is the only person at the table drinking soda out of a paper cup and not beer out of a glass; Paul, who is sitting in the middle of the trio turns slightly to his right to vaguely look at Tom:

“Noooooo,” he said in a rather confused manner; Tom elaborates his thought that no one has showed any interest in:

“Well according to Making Money Today Magazine, the Taxicab will no longer exist by 2025,” Tom says in a rather smug manner before taking another sip of cola while Paul rolls his eyes.

“If that happens I’ll just get another job man,” Paul said; Tom is surprised that no one at the table seems interested in him, since according to him, he is the most interesting person at the table; in a attempt to change the subject, Raquel notices that the tie dye hoodie that Katy is wearing has a strange looking person on it: he is a white man with long hair the color of apple juice, he is wearing a pair of large round sunglasses with one green lense and the other yellow, a yellow top hat, a green blazer with a yellow dress shirt with a green tie, yellow dress pants and green dress shoes and is holding a squire stick that is one half green and one half yellow:

“I look your hoodie,” Raquel said slightly amused.

“Do you know who this is?” Katy asked with a big smile on her face.

“No.”

“It’s Lemon Lime Ryan from Lemon Lime Ryan and his Super Freaky Good Times Band.” Raquel responded let a small giggle and Molly cracks a slight smile.

“Who is that?” Molly askes.

“Oh they are a great jam band, kind of like The Grateful Dead and Phish,” Katy answers with a large smile on her face.

“They’ve been pretty popular on the jam band circuit for a few years now,” Paul said before taking a bite of pizza.

[judeswhore]

because of a shirt - mason mount

in which mason gets overly jealous when you show up to the norwich game with his best friends name on your back

for @mountsmason who sent in this very sexy request i luv u bestie + gif credit to @mountsmason look how hot he is

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, thigh riding, spitting

Considering Mason just scored his first goal of the season and he’d made it a hat trick, coming off the pitch he was still slightly pissed off. He’d spent the past ten minutes of conversations trying to brush it off, smiling for the fans and cameras he knew were following him but the more time that passed the more that raw jealousy and anger clawed up his chest.

He hadn’t seen you in two weeks, two weeks you’d been missing from his life while you visited family and your first day back, the first match you were attending you’d broken your usual ritual of wearing his shirt and had turned up wearing Ben’s. The jealousy that had bubbled inside of him the second he saw you showing off your CHILWELL shirt was almost nauseating and he’d almost taken a ball to the head during warm ups.

It was an unspoken thing between you, you always worse his shirts no matter the match, you’d never worn any other name in the time you’d known each other so why the fuck had you turned up in his best friends number? Realistically his annoyance was unjustified, you were just friends as you liked to remind him time and time again but you both knew you weren’t. Everyone around you could clearly see the feelings and tension but you were both stubborn, you both wanted the other to admit their feelings first and Mason was certain that seeing you in Ben’s shirt was the final straw for him.

He was tired of pretending he wasn’t in love with you and if you weren’t going to admit your feelings then he’d make you because he was sick of playing games.

The locker rooms were empty save for Ben and Mason when you peaked around the door and your mouth went instantly dry at the sight you were met with. You could hear Ben's laughter while he held his phone up, a very shirtless Mason sitting on the bench, his match ball held against his face as Ben captured a photo. Your gaze was locked on Mason's chest, the thin smattering of hair in the centre and the thin dark trail leading down into his shorts. Mason was hot at the best of times but right now it was making your mind short circuit.

You cleared your throat and both boys glanced up, Mason's eyebrows drawing together while Ben grinned, pushing his phone back into his pocket with a nod of his head in your direction. You sent him a smile, eyes purposely avoiding Mason's because you knew the second you focused on his bare chest you'd be a drooling mess.

"Nice shirt." Ben commented and you gave him a little twirl, his name and number displayed proudly on your back, neither of you aware in that moment of the searing glare Mason was throwing at you.

"Nice goal." You stopped in front of him, grin widening before you pulled him into a hug, chin settling on his shoulder, arms around his neck. He still smelt of his aftershave and a hint of hair gel and as good as it was he didn't smell half as good as Mason, the other boys cologne was enough to make your knees weak. "Four consecutive goals, Benji, keep playing like that and I'll have to wear your shirt more often."

You pulled back from the hug and pressed a kiss against his cheek, patting his chest softly. “Showing everyone how amazing you are. I’m so proud of you.” Pink tinted Ben’s cheeks and he shrugged a little, brushing his hand through his damp hair.

“Hard work pays off. Helps knowing you’re out there. Everyone’s favourite little mascot.” You gave a playful curtsy that had Ben laughing but his smile slowly slid from his face when he caught the look Mason was send you both, his brows drawn so tight together you’re afraid he’s hurting himself.

Ben awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, hastily gathering his bag and boots before sending you a little smile. “Better get going, I’m meeting Reece.” He went to kiss you on the cheek, a usual thing between the two of you but then seemed to think better of it, knocking your shoulder playfully instead. “See you later, Mase, well done yeah?”

The locker room doors slammed shut behind Ben within seconds and you were suddenly alone with Mason who was still yet to put on a shirt, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. You cleared your throat, taking a step towards where he’d stood up, mouth opening to finally say your congratulations but Mason beat you to it.

“What the fuck are you playing at, Y/N?” Your head reared back at the furious tone of his voice, lashes fluttering a few times when you took in the angsty curve of his mouth and the hard clench of his jaw. You hated to admit it but the anger radiating off him send a shivering thrill down your spine, your mouth drying up once again.

“What’re you on about?”

“What am I on about?” He mocked, eyes narrowing in your direction. His cheeks had flushed a little pink and there was a harsh angry rise and fall of his chest that made it a little hard to concentrate on the fact he was pissed off at you. He pointed towards the door Ben had just left through. “You were all over him, flirting, kissing his cheek, acting like he was the only one who fucking scored.” This made your scoff, your arms folding over your chest.

“I wasn’t flirting, you idiot, I was congratulating him obviously because in case you didn’t notice he’s my friend and he just scored his fourth consecutive goal. I’m happy for him and I wanted him to know that. That doesn’t mean I was flirting with him.” Mason’s eyes slid to your shirt, the shirt that was so obviously pissing him off beyond measure and his jaw clenched ridiculously tight.

“You were flirting, Y/N, I know what you flirting looks like, I’ve put up with it for the past year. You’re even fucking wearing his shirt, you never do that.” There was an almost desperate hint behind his words, a strain on them because you knew it had hit him the fact you’d worn another man’s name instead of his. But you weren’t his, he hadn’t made you his and you weren’t going to keep waiting for the day he finally grew a pair and did something.

“I’m wearing his shirt because like I told you, Mount, I’m proud of him. He’s been incredible the past few weeks, has shown everyone that he’s worth more than what they think. I wanted to wear his shirt to show him that I believe in him. That is not flirting so maybe you might wanna brush up on your terms if you’re that dense.” Mason’s glare felt like a punch to your stomach but you hated that he got made over a stupid shirt but was too egotistical to actually ask you out.

“You’re proud of him?” You nodded your head and then Mason was crowding you, pushing forward until your back hit the wall beside the door, your breath hitching as his sudden closeness. His hand settled on the wall above your head, face tilted down to yours and his eyes were so dark you could hardly make out the difference between his pupils and irises.

“What about me? I just scored my first hat trick, Y/N, and you’re acting like I didn’t even play the fucking match you’re so far up Ben’s arse.” He was so close his minty breath fanned over your lips and one tilt of your head and you could kiss him.

“If you’d have kept quiet for an extra ten bloody seconds after Ben left then you would have heard my congratulations but no, you had to start accusing me of shit.”

“It’s not an accusation if it’s true.”

“I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“You showed up in his fucking shirt instead of mine!”

“Why does that even matter? It’s a shirt, Mason, not a fucking wedding ring.”

“It matters because I’m in love with you!” Mason’s hand slid from the door and he dragged it instead through his hair, that anger still burning in his eyes. “I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N, and you know I am yet you just threw yourself at my best mate in front of me after one of the most important nights of life without even giving so much as a well done.” He puffed out a breath, chest rising and falling on an extra deep breath.

You just stared at him, head tilted back against the wall as he towered over you. His aftershave and the natural scent of his skin made your head spin, your heart jack hammering in your chest at his words, those words you’d been waiting months to finally hear. Those words that you were determined to pull out of him before you gave even a tiny bit of yourself.

“I was not throwing myself at Ben.”

“Well it looked like you were to me.”

“Then you’re more of an idiot than I thought.” Mason’s glare returned tenfold and you rolled your eyes at him, huffing out an exasperated breath at the fact he couldn’t see the real reason you’d worn Ben’s shirt, the real reason you’d gone to Ben first. Despite Mason being completely clueless it had gotten the reaction you wanted and you locked your eyes on his. “Just fucking kiss me, Mason.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his hand slid along your jaw and his mouth covered yours, your legs almost buckling at the pressure he put into it. His lips were soft but demanding, his hand tilting your head even further back while he licked and nipped at your bottom lip. You slid your hands over his chest and around his waist to tug him closer to you, moaning softly into his mouth when he gave a light tug on your hair.

Mason pulled back a little, his lips still brushing over yours and met your blown out gaze, throat bobbing harshly as he swallowed. Even though the kiss was relatively short Mason’s lips were a darker shade than normal, the colour of them making your heart thump.

“I am proud of you. So fucking proud you have no idea, Mase.” Your words were breathless, half panted against his lips and you watched Mason’s eyes spark, gaze fluttering across your face. You ran your hand over his chest, thumb grazing his nipple as he hissed softly. “I love you, I just needed to hear you say it first.”

Those words were like a bucket of ice over Mason’s head and he kissed you so hard your head knocked into the wall, a startled gasp falling into his mouth. He groaned softly, tongue gliding over yours effortlessly, months of pent up tension making him push his hips against yours, the bulge in his shorts sending tingles throughout your body. When you’d imagined kissing Mason for the first time you hadn’t thought it would be in the locker room when he’d just previously yelled at you but the way things were going you had no complaints.

His hand slid down your jaw a little, thumb against your chin and he tapped gently, mouth pulling away from yours. “Open.” You blinked at him, jaw dropping as your tongue peaked out, heat flooding in your underwear as you remembered the one joke you’d made a few weeks back about how hot Mason looked when he spat on the pitch.

His head pulled back even further as he gathered spit in his mouth and then with his fingers clasping your cheeks, eyes locked on yours he slowly spat it on to your tongue. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips when you didn’t swallow immediately, just kept your tongue out, thighs clenching together at the way he was looking at you. He gave another soft tap against your skin.

“Be a good girl and swallow.” You did as you were told, humming softly when Mason’s lips attached themselves to your neck, teeth nipping at the skin, guaranteed to leave little bruised behind. The sting and then the immediate soothe of his tongue had you a whimpering mess within seconds, your fingers digging into Mason’s shoulder and the noises you were making made him want to do the most sinful of things to you.

But he knew you only had limited time before cleaners came into the locker room and he wanted to see you break. After seeing you in Ben’s shirt, cozying up to him he wanted to be the one to make you cum until your legs shook, he wanted to make sure his name was the only one you thought about for the rest of the night.

“C’mere.” He hooked his fingers around your waist and pulled you with him until he was sat back in his cubby, fingers settling on your hips as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Take the shirt off, Y/N.” His tone was soft but demanding and you had no qualms about doing as he said pulling the shirt over your head and dumping it behind you.

Mason’s gaze slid to your boobs, covered by the thinnest lacy bra you owned, and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, pupils dilating even more than they already had. He used his grip on your hips to pull you closer to him, lips pressing soft kisses against your stomach while one hand snaked up to cup your boob, thumb flicking over your nipple. Your fingers found his hair, the strands sliding through the gaps as you pushed closer to him, his hands now focusing on pushing your trousers down over the swell of your bum.

You gasped softly and tugged at his hair when he pressed a single kiss against your clit, your body flushing despite the fact your underwear was still separating him from your skin. Mason flicked his tongue over the material, eyes lifting so he could watch you, you mouth dropping open on a quiet whine when he moved away and opted for kissed your lower stomach and hip.

“Want you to ride my thigh. Don’t have long before someone comes in and I want to see you cum for me.” His didn’t remove his lips from your body when he told you this and they brushed over you until you shivered. His words sent a flood of wetness into your underwear because his thighs were all you ever thought about, the image of them was constantly burned behind your eyelids and here was was asking you to ride them.

You nodded quickly, head buzzing slightly at Mason’s cocky smirk as he pulled you into him, helping you hover over his left thigh. He brushed your hair back with one hand, his other clamped tight on your hip and brought your mouth down to his again, lips slotting messily over his. You settled yourself firmly on his thigh, knees digging into the bench in a way that promised bruises but the first rock of your hips made you forget about the pain, a gasp of pleasure getting lost in Mason’s open mouth.

“There’s a good girl, show me how much you wanted me.” You started off a slow pace, rolling your hips carefully, Mason flexing his muscles beneath you to add that little more pressure. Even through your underwear his bare thigh felt amazing and your mind locked on what it would feel like with nothing between you and your hips rocked with more fervour, your half broken moan like music to Mason’s ears. He brought both hands to your hips and helped you move, his lips pressing against the swell of your boobs, marking them until you were tugging at his hair.

“Mase,” Your moans were becoming louder and more high pitched, Mason’s lips on your neck not exactly helping to keep your volume down. Your skin was on fire, your orgasm threatening to crash into you at any second and you could hardly control the bucking of your hips. You’ve never gotten off on someone’s thigh before but the quick way Mason’s movements got you off made you never want to stop.

“Fuck, you’re incredible, baby, keep going.” Mason bit softly into the skin on your jaw and your back arched, nails sinking into his skin.

Your fingers curled into the back of his head and you buried your face into his neck, your moans becoming muffled in his skin, the tips of his fingers digging into your hips to keep you moving when you tried to stop. The sensations were overwhelming, his thigh flexing against you, the brushing of his bare skin and your underwear against your clit, his hot breath over your neck and shoulder, it would be seconds before you fell over the edge.

“Cum for me, sweetheart, wanna hear those pretty moans.” You moved your hips faster, chasing that high you somehow knew now belonged only to Mason and cried out with a yank to his hair that had him grunting in pain. “Might have worn Ben’s shirt all day but who’s thigh are you falling apart on? You’re mine, Y/N.”

As if to further prove his point Mason managed to land a harsh slap against your bum and the stinging sensation that came with it was the final straw for you. A chorus of loud moans, Mason’s name and few expletives fell from your mouth in quick succession, you grip on Mason vice like as you entire body shook. Your thighs were quivering so much Mason had to guide your rolling hips, gentle slow movements to help your ride your orgasm out, his lips on your neck adding to the soothing sensation.

His hand slowly slid over your back when you gained control of your hips, you circled them slowly to drag out the aftershocks and Mason gave a little moan in your ear, finger tips tickling your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” You managed a weak laugh, face still buried in his shoulder, and let your hips come to a stop. You could feel how slick Mason’s thigh had become beneath you and your cheeks heated at the thought of how hard you’d came because of just his thigh. He turned his head to kiss the side of your face. “I think I get that you don’t want Ben.” He whispered and your lips tilted into a soft smile.

You stroked the back of his head, acrylics grazing his scalp and kissed his neck, his skin still slightly salty from the game, something that had gone unnoticed in your need to cum.

“I did it to piss you off. I knew it would make you jealous and I wanted you to finally admit how you felt. I was tired of whatever it was we had going on.” Mason gave a soft laugh this time, the exhalation ticking the skin over your bare shoulder as he continued tracing his fingers up and down your back.

“It worked,” He nudged you so you’d lift your head, dark eyes meeting yours, his cheeks just as flushed as yours probably were. “I don’t want to see you in anyone else’s shirt other than mine.”

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[nejibaby]

Fun

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x F!Reader

Summary: With you near-death experience in Dressrosa, you’re craving for a certain type of release.

Warning: NSFW!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: A certain Luffy fanart has made me think of dirty thoughts about him so here I am posting this filthy thing. I’m so flustered, it’s not even kinky but writing smut really flusters me LOL 🤣 Please let me know your thoughts~

Celebrations are usual occurrences in the Straw Hat crew. Despite only having almost half the crew around, it doesn’t make the party any less lively. In fact, the presence of the new allies formed in Dressrosa makes up for the absence of the other crew members.

The near-death experience makes you crave for a certain type of release. And with the copious amount of alcohol being passed around by everyone, it doesn’t take you too long to gather up courage to find someone to help you.

Soon enough, you’re seated on a random guy’s lap, heavily making out with him, a few meters away from the celebrating people. Because of the alcohol, you’re not entirely sure who he is, but you have to admit he’s skilled at using his lips, his tongue, and his hands.

He’s just about to move you into a more private location, but before he could take you away, an arm wraps itself around your waist and suddenly you’re being pulled back into someone else’s lap.

You look at the person who just interrupted your moment, only to be surprised upon finding out it was your captain. “Luffy, what the hell?!”

“Oi, what were you doing with Torao?”

Torao? Trafalgar Law? You whip your head to where you previously were to confirm if the guy who you were with is truly him. Lo and behold, you find Law glaring at Luffy, and then angrily walking away.

You pout and let out a frustrated huff. “Ah, we were just having fun. I’ll just—” you point towards where Law went, “head back so we can...” you absentmindedly trail off, and then you attempt to get up from Luffy’s lap. Keyword: attempt. Because Luffy grips your legs so you couldn’t leave.

You furrow your brows at his actions. Just as you are to ask him why he’s keeping you there, he asks, “Why don’t you want to have fun with me?”

You swear your brain short circuited the moment his question left his lips. If you’re sober, you’re certain you would’ve taken his question innocently. But with the alcohol fogging up your mind, you aren’t sure if he’s just sulking because he wants you to party with him or if he’s inviting you to continue what you’ve been doing a while ago but with him instead of Law. And so, you want to clarify what he means. “What?”

Luffy giggles at your dumbfounded expression. He thought you didn’t hear him from the noise everyone is making, so he leans in, his lips almost touching your ear as he unconsciously rubs your thighs while saying, “I said, why don’t you want to have fun with me?”

And then he pulls away, waiting for your answer.

It isn’t easy to fluster you, but with Luffy’s proximity, the way his hands are moving, and the fact that you’re still aroused after the interrupted makeout session, you find yourself being affected by his question and it’s underlying meaning.

“I, uhm, I-I…” you stutter, unable to look at him in the eyes. You attempt to look elsewhere but suddenly your eyes land on his lips.

You’ve heard of people before who talked about how Luffy has his way of drawing people in and making them his allies. Right now that’s exactly what he’s doing with you, drawing you in — except, he’s doing it quite literally.

Before you know it, you’re leaning into him, and then your lips are on his. He smiles into the kiss before pulling you impossibly closer.

Luffy’s kisses are rather messy and uncoordinated, but it quickly makes you feel lightheaded and excited.

You’re so caught up with the moment to the point that it didn’t occur to you that you have instinctively started grinding on him. You’re only made aware of your actions when you hear Luffy groaning in pleasure. And that’s when you start wanting more, but you’re both still on the deck and there are still drunk people around, even if you both aren’t near them.

Luffy tries to follow your lips when you pull away. And then he pouts when your lips are out of reach. He whines your name, obviously wanting to continue.

“Luffy, I… we should… uhm…” you clear your throat. “I want you,” you whisper.

But Luffy isn’t even listening. His focus is solely on your lips and when you bite your lip nervously, he almost shivers in anticipation.

You take this opportunity to drag him into his room. Thankfully, he doesn’t object nor ask any questions, he just follows your lead. And when you’ve entered his room, you immediately lock the door and start kissing him once again.

You gently nudge Luffy to his bed, not even daring to break the kiss in the process. For some reason, the kiss turns rougher than before, almost feral.

When Luffy reaches the bed and sits down on it, you immediately climb on his lap. You grab a hold of his calloused hands and guide them under your tank top, towards your breasts. He kneads them instantly and you let out a whimper.

Luffy pulls away from the kiss. He removes his hands from under your tank top, and then the next thing you know, he’s tearing up the offensive garment. You haven’t even asked why he did that but he explains already, “It was in the way! I want to feel you better.”

If that’s the case, you unhook your bra and throw it somewhere in the room before he’d even think about ripping it off as well.

Luffy takes a moment to stare at your half naked form. With the way your boobs are slightly moving with every breath you take, he easily finds himself in a trance.

You snap him out of it by grinding on his bulge. You pull him in again for a kiss and he instantly cups your breasts with his hands again. He kneads your boobs and pinches your nipples, and you let out soft mewls in satisfaction.

You bite his lip and he lets out a sexy grunt. You palm his hardened cock and it instantly makes him breathless. He calls your name with a quiver in his voice.

You grab one of his hands and bring it under your skirt, inside your panties and urge him to touch your cunt. “You’re wet,” he breathlessly comments.

You slip one of his fingers into you, guiding him in and out. When he’s found his rhythm, you let go of his hand and let him do as he pleases. He adds another finger soon enough. The sensation elicits a moan from you.

“Do that again,” Luffy says. “Do that sound again.”

You oblige, resting your head on his shoulder as you moan at his ministrations.

You use this time to unzip his pants and tug his cock from the garments. When you start pumping him, he lets out a lewd groan and temporarily stops his fingers from moving. This goes on for a while and when Luffy starts moving his hips with the motion of your hands, you stop.

You pull away completely from him. And then you start stripping him off of his clothes until Luffy’s naked. You watch as he licks his fingers clean from the wetness of your cunt and he hums in appreciation. When he’s done, you take off your remaining clothes as well.

You grab a hold of his dick once again and kiss him on the lips. Your hand movements are slow as you switch from kissing his lips to his neck. You leave a couple of hickeys on him. Then you slowly make your way down, kissing, sucking, licking, biting his chest, his abs, until you’re on your knees, face directly in front of his dick.

He watches you with half lidded eyes, a look that you’ve never seen before on him. You look directly at him as you make kitten licks on his cock. You watch as he visibly gulps. And then you take him in your mouth and start sucking him off. Luffy pants and grunts at your ministrations. You then grabbed his balls and massaged them.

“That feels so good,” he moans.

Luffy uncontrollably juts his hips, wanting more of the pleasurable sensation you’re making him feel. And you let him.

But when you feel his cock twitching, you pull away.

Luffy whines loudly, but you push him so that he’s laying on the bed. You climb atop him, grab his shaft and coat it with your wetness. And then you slowly sink down until he’s fully inside you.

“T-tight…” Luffy mutters, “you’re so tight.”

You wait until you’ve fully adjusted to his size before you start moving. Luffy stares at you in desire as you move on top of him, your tits bouncing with every motion. He watches your face with fascination as he’s never seen your face contort with pleasure like this before. And for some reason, this makes him harder.

Then his body moves on his own, too lost in lust, his hands start squeezing your breasts, his hips start thrusting into you.

When he notices you tiring down, he easily flips the position so that you’re under him. All that’s going through his head is how good you make him feel.

“Luffy… fuck… so good…” you moan out loudly, unable to even make a proper sentence.

He snaps his hips faster and rougher as time progresses. He’s pounding into you so hard that the bed starts creaking and the headboard slams against the walls.

But those sounds are nothing compared to the noises the both of you are making. You have resorted to repeating his name like a mantra along with profanities here and there, while Luffy grunts and moans to your ears, sometimes telling you how amazing you feel.

All too soon, you’re clenching against him so tightly as you climaxed. This brings out a more brutal pace from Luffy as he starts chasing his own high. And when he releases his load in you, you almost shudder at the feeling.

When Luffy pulls out, he notices your juices leaking out of you. And before you can even comprehend what he’s planning, he starts licking.

Your breath hitches from the stimulation, but Luffy doesn’t stop until you’re completely clean.

And when he’s done, he’s grinning widely at you.

“Luffy, that’s…” you start to say, but you didn’t know what word or words you’re supposed to use. Hot? Sexy? Best fuck you’ve had in a while?

Before you can even come up with what to say however, Luffy tells you, “That was fun! We should do that again!”

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