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Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Again.

(Soap x GN! Reader)

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 5400 Tags: Doomed Narrative, Time Loop AU, Heavy Angst, Blood and Injury, Self-Sacrifice, Whump, Hurt Very Little Comfort, Happy Ending, (I PROMISE THERE'S A HAPPY ENDING!!) Warnings: Major character death. That's...literally the plot A/N: Hi here's the doomed timelines AU nobody asked for

Call of Duty Masterlist

Summary:

The 23rd time you meet Soap, you don’t bother to smile. You know how this ends.

“Nice to meet you, Soap.” You say for the 23rd time, words that have passed your lips in more lifetimes that you wish you didn’t remember. “I look forward to working with you.”

And I don’t look forward to watching you die.

The first time you meet Soap, it’s how you expect. 

It’s a warm spring day, the kind where you need to shed layers in the brightness of afternoon, only to don them again come sunset. He stands just beyond the shade of the barracks, awash in sunlight that seems to catch the blue of his eyes. You blink as you take him in, and it’s the only barest indication you give at the instant impression that he’s handsome.

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you. You reach for it automatically, remember yourself and offer a pleasant smile in return, along with your name. 

“Looking forward to working with you, John.” You reply, and John- Johnny, as you’d come to call him in the tender moments between you, chuckles. 

“Call me ‘Soap’.” He tells you easily, and you smile a bit wryly, tilting your head at him. 

“The hell kind of name is ‘Soap’?”

- - - - -

It’s easy to work with Soap. He has a cheery, bright demeanor to him that is immediately endearing. He’s friendly, outgoing. His smile is contagious, and the bark of his laughter becomes familiar to you. You listen and guffaw at his jokes over the comms, try vainly to hide your smile when he says them before you. 

It only makes his eyes twinkle to see you try and conceal your amusement, and that becomes familiar too- the sparkle of his irises with endless mirth. 

He catches you during your duties, sidles up beside you during weapons training, becomes the first to suggest himself as your partner during drills. The company he offers is warm, welcome, lifting the dusky heaviness of your heart into something more tender, fragile. You hold it for him, feel his grin bleed into yours, lay awake at night and sometimes think about the shake of his shoulders when you get him to laugh. 

You feel endlessly special when he devotes his time to you, feel as if Soap treats you like you’re the only person in the world. Even in the presence of others he finds ways to indulge himself in you. A nudge of his boot against yours under the table of the briefing room, tossing you an extra round of ammo as you gear up for a mission, finding an excuse to sit next to you on the chopper ride home. Soap feels like a breath of fresh air, the first taste of a cool breeze during summer, a respite from the weight of the world. 

Like two stars in orbit, you circle each other, drawing closer into the gravity of each other’s gazes. You try at first to resist, to hold yourself away from the feelings of the other sergeant, knowing at any moment that he could be taken from you. It’s written in the wheels of fate, your destinies as soldiers. If you’re lucky, if you stay alert, if you train hard enough, if chance smiles upon you, maybe you’ll both live to a day where the sound of rockets and bullet-fire doesn’t haunt your waking dreams.

Yet you can’t resist him. When you fall asleep against his shoulder after a days long mission with hardly any sleep, when he playfully grapples with you over the last slice of pizza during movie night, when he gives you that smile during a rare night off-base at the pub- how can you resist?

Gravity pulses between you when you at last fall into him, feel his breath against your lips as your fingers comb through his mohawk. He breathes the blessing of your name against the corner of your mouth in a panting gasp, flexes his fingers across the small of your back when he drags you even closer. The taste of him is honey and ale, a sweetness with a beloved bitter aftertaste, one you drink down greedily in the form of his moans against your flesh. 

When you lay in bed together after, sweaty limbs tangled together, you watch the tender, soulful smile form across the handsome planes of his face, and you know. 

He’s yours. 

There’s kisses stolen in the hangar before take off, moments hidden in the shadows of safehouses. He cups your face and lifts it to him in the aftermath of battle, smears ash against your cheek with his gloved thumb. You try to carve each moment into your heart, never fail to try and memorize the glint of his eyes, the soft slope of his smile. You know the shape of him in the darkness of his bedroom, know the sound of his voice even blinded by the brightness of his mere presence. 

Johnny is the sun- emanating a gentle, beckoning warmth from afar. Yet when you get closer you see the glory of his inferno, see the flashing burn of his eyes in the midst of battle. The solar flare of his battle cry seems to carry you like soar of Helios's chariot upwards into the heavens of his devotion. When you touch him, you’re seared, branded by his fingers as they trace sentimental sketches across the dip of your waist. You want to bask in him, feel the ember of his stare as he gazes at you silently across the table of the restaurant he takes you to for your official first date. 

“What?” You ask him, averting your eyes a little bashfully, catching his shrug in your periphery. 

“Just lookin’.” He replies with a grin, his cheek smushed as he balances on his hand. “Just seeing how pretty you are.”

You kiss him for that, and when he laughs you kiss him again. 

You kiss him a thousand times, each as sweet and passionate as the last, know the curve of his smile on your lips. You kiss him before your next mission, when he holds you against the wall of the armory and tells you how he can’t wait until you both get back. 

He doesn’t. He doesn’t come back. 

He’s looking at you in the chopper when you hear the sound of the RPG. The explosion has him backlit for all of a moment before the world is spinning, the roar of the dying engine in your ears and Price’s holler to “BAIL BAIL BAIL-!!”

You reach for the rope, glance behind you to see Soap not out of his seat- a breed of panic in his eyes unlike that you’ve ever seen from him. The jammed clasp of his strap is caught in his hands as he tugs at it desperately, and you meet his gaze for all of a moment, seeing the imminent knowledge of what comes next in his beautiful blue eyes. 

You fall, without him, are caught by the canopy of trees where the snap of branches under you muffles the distant sound of the helicopter exploding as it lands. 

You ignore Price’s orders, run desperately for the wreckage, only to be greeted by an inferno that stretches towards the sky. 

Johnny is on fire, and this time when you reach for the burn of him the flames are real. They scorch your flesh and you shout his name even as you try to reach him, already knowing it’s too late. When Ghost and the others haul you back you fall to your knees, grip the scorched earth beneath your fingers and scream.

And then you wake up. 

Warm springtime. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you.

You blink, heart still hammering in your chest, feeling the warmth of flames chase you even as songbirds sing in the trees. Yet Johnny is alive before you, whole, smiling, looking so much like the man he was when you met him for the very first time. 

“Was it a nightmare?” You ask him breathlessly, and Johnny- Soap- merely arches a bewildered eyebrow at you. 

“What?”

Nightmares, you come to learn, are so much more kind. 

It happens all as it did before. The jokes over comms, the glancing gazes over drills, the bump of elbows in the mess hall. It’s familiar, sweet, amorous…

And you know something is terribly, terribly wrong. 

Back to the start, somehow. You don’t know how, you don’t know why- but there’s no denying what has happened. Johnny died. You went back, and now you have a chance to save him. 

It’s months before the helicopter crash. You replay the scene over and over again in your mind, and you keep arriving back to the look in Johnny’s eyes as realization washed across them. Everyone who dies a sudden death is confused, scared, not ready, and the knowledge and horror you saw in his stare haunts your waking dreams. 

Yet Johnny falls in love with you just as he did before, and you fall into him so readily, desperate to accept his warmth in the wake of his death. Orpheus embracing Eurydice, you try to trace him into your skin, imbue the memory of him into the marrow of your bones and pray that you can reverse his fate. The gears of destiny tick in the back of your mind even as he stares at you over the restaurant table on the evening before your departure. 

“Just lookin’.” He tells you when you return his stare, mistaking your concern for confusion. “Just seeing how pretty you are.”

When you kiss him, you try to swallow the sob in your throat.

When you get on the helicopter, you point out his jammed strap with shaking fingers, and he blinks in astonishment. 

“Hell’s bells.” He huffs, fiddling with it before it comes loose, and it stays that way for the remainder of your journey. “That coulda been terrible, ey bonnie?”

He makes it out this time, and when he rises from the forest floor he rushes to you, cups your face in his hands and stares down with eyes glinting in concern. 

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, chest heaving with exhilaration. “Are you hur-”

He jerks back at the sound of a gunshot, and you drop automatically, crawl to him just in time to catch his hand as he reaches for you. The bullet wound at his collarbone gushes red, red, red, and your hands are coated in it as you plead, tell him he’s going to be okay-

The light fades from his eyes, still staring up at you, the last thing he sees. 

You still feel his heartbeat on your hands when you wake up. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you. You tremble, take it and see him blink in surprise when he feels the uncontrollable shake of your palm against his. 

The second time, you think it’s a fluke, a horrible prank. 

He steps on a landmine, scattered to the four winds.

The third time, you’re petrified. 

A man hidden in the darkness, he lunges for you. Johnny pushes him aside. The blade wedges between his ribs.

The fourth time, you beg destiny for answers.

You make it to the compound, the fence lights him up like a firework.

The fifth time, you try to tell him, only to find your throat clogged, unable to speak. You try to tell him a hundred more times in the months that follow, and each time the words are stolen from your breath, as if fate forbids you to inform him of his doomed destiny.

“...Nothing.” You tell him when he asks after you’ve tried to speak over the restaurant table, your food barely touched. 

Johnny shrugs. “Doesna matter, too busy looking at how pretty you are.”

You cry silently that night in his bed, while he dozes gently next to you, unaware of what awaits him. 

You can’t tell him. You don’t know how to save him. You still love him. 

He’ll forget he knows you, forget he loves you by the time he wakes up

You’ve found eight ways for Soap to die, and have taken years to defy all of them. You have to write them down everytime you wake up unless you somehow forget. The notebook is filled with scribbled reminders, ever present in your pocket even as he steals the last slice of pizza out from under you.

He doesn’t have enough ammo. Remind him to take extra clips

He put his knife on the wrong strap that he usually does, fix it for him.

He steps on the landmine fourteen steps after the creek. Stop him.

You can’t stop trying. Not when it’s him.

Yet each time you find a way to outsmart the latest execution of him, fate finds one more thing to steal him out from under you. Unstoppable, imminent, condemned to wake up and see his smiling face mere moments after his heartbeat slows to nothingness.

“I love you.” You whisper as you cradle his head in your lap, knowing he already can’t hear you, glassy eyes staring up at the sky. “I’ll see you soon.”

You burst into tears by the 19th time, buckling in on yourself much to the shock of the men around you, relaying startled looks of confusion between them. You excuse yourself, find a dark corner to fold into and sob, knowing this time you’ll fail too.

It’s Soap who finds you, sits beside you, says barely a word when you cry into his shoulder even though he doesn’t know you. Not yet. 

Falling in love with him each time is painful. Your heart beats for him and him alone, but you know it’s only a matter of time before you lose him again. You’ll go right back to the start, to him having just met you, not yet falling into gravity with you, even as you hear the tick of gears turning ever closer to the moment you’ll watch him die.

“Don’t you know me?” You want to ask him, want to bunch his shirt between your fists and let tears stream down your face. “Don’t you know you loved me?”

His smile doesn’t waver. He jokes and laughs and playfully teases you and it hurts. It’s a balm that burns, heals your heart and yet doesn’t erase the scar. He’s your only comfort, the only thing you have as you feel your soul chipped a little further each time he leaves you. You can’t tell him why you cry into his arms, can’t confess to him that you’ve seen him die more ways than you care to remember, that you’ve tried to save him in dozens of lifetimes and he doesn’t even know.

He holds you even though he doesn’t understand, hushes sweet endearments into your hair and comforts you, not knowing how this will end. 

“I love you.” He tells you softly as you hiccup against his chest, not knowing what else to say. “Ever since the moment I first saw you, I’ve loved you.”

Your tears drip into the fancy china at the restaurant he takes you to and Johnny looks afraid.

The 23rd time you meet Soap, you don’t bother to smile. You know how this ends.

“Nice to meet you, Soap.” You say for the 23rd time, words that have passed your lips in more lifetimes that you wish you didn’t remember. “I look forward to working with you.”

And I don’t look forward to watching you die.

He looks at you, blinks. His brow furrows.

“How’d you know my name?”

This time, you forget to warn him about the rigged doorway, and he vanishes in a flash and puff of smoke. 

“Don’t cry.” He wheezes when you bend over him, words pouring from your lips in a ceaseless mantra. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “I always hated watching ye cry.”

You wake up. Everything happens as it did before. You meet him, you listen to the sound of his laugh, you finish one of his jokes over the comms and he groans.

“Don’t tell me ye know that one too!” He grouses, and when you smile your chest aches with the force of thirty lifetimes. 

You place a palm against his back, unable to help yourself as you enter the compound, wanting to feel the frame of his body just one more time before destiny finds a new way to kill him. He looks at you over his shoulder, smiles even as uncertainty colors the blueness of his gaze. 

“Yer like my guardian angel.” He tells you, still smiling even after all this time. “Dannea what I’d do w’out ye.”

A grenade at the staircase. He pushes you out of the way. He doesn’t duck out of the way in time.

You close your eyes when you wake up. You can’t bear to look at him, knowing you’ll just lose him again.

You try to keep him from loving you, thinking perhaps that is the crime to warrant this eternal punishment. You can’t stop loving him, but maybe, maybe you can stop him from loving you. Maybe if you never have him to begin with, maybe you can save him. 

Yet Johnny is drawn to you anyways, sucked in by the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, like a moth to an infant flame. He hovers at the fringes of your soul, tries desperately to find his way inside, and you can’t help but let him. He comforts you when you cry against the futility of it all, and there’s nothing you can say to him to explain. You wet his shirt with your tears, knowing it’ll be the one he dies in.

The next time, you force yourself to not speak to him, to try and avoid him at all costs, try everything to drive him away. If he never loved you to start, then maybe he’ll live. He seems pre-ordained to find a way to confess to you, ask why you hate him so, look at you through glistening eyes and ask “What did I do?”

You wonder if maybe that’s destiny too, if it’s truly Soap falling in love with you, or his strings being pulled by the same machinations that inscribe his death. 

When he asks you again, tries to approach you with flowers and apologies, and offers to take you to dinner on the eve of his death, you wheel on him in desperate fury. 

“You don’t actually love me!” You cry, face hot with tears. “Can’t you see that?! All this time it’s just- it’s just the story we’re in. Just because you’re supposed to love me doesn’t mean you do. It’s all just a fucking lie.”

Soap is stunned, too shocked to speak. In all the dozens of lives you’d lived, you’ve never ever yelled at him before. 

Hurt flashes across his eyes. His eyes drop along with his hands, the bouquet limp in his grip. The bitterness of his smile as he refuses to look at you threatens to shatter your heart like glass. 

“You hate me.” He murmurs, as if to himself. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean tae…”

He falls silent, and eventually he walks away. 

You don’t get on the chopper this time. You can’t stand to watch him die again. 

You try to tell him again, ask him why. Why does he have to torture you like this? Why love you, why allow you to love him so deeply, only for him to leave at the end of this doomed story bound to repeat? Why would he love you?

He looks torn. He’s hurt. He wants to comfort you. He doesn’t know what to say

“Why wouldn’t I love you?” He asks in a whisper, devastated by your outburst. 

You can’t speak. You’re forbidden to tell him. You want to. You can’t.

“Bonnie-” He tries, stepping forward, trying to embrace you as if that will somehow solve everything. 

“No.” You manage, pressing backwards as he reaches for you, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Pain dances across his eyes. “Go away, Johnny.”

He leaves. 

He dies anyway. 

When you wake up, your body feels weighed down with the passage of a hundred lifetimes, and your legs fall out from under you without warning. Johnny hauls you into his arms, his blue stare flickering with concern. 

You forgot how much you love being held by him. 

This time, you don’t push him away. In fact, you never do again.

Yet things are different now. It’s subtle at first, things you take for granted. Something in this story has changed, and in turn it’s changed him. Johnny walks into rooms and seems to forget why he’s there. He asks what day it is and frowns in confusion when Ghost replies blandly for the second time that day. 

“Didn’t you already tell us this?” He asks of Price during a meeting, and Gaz’s head snaps to him, to the smartness of his tone towards your captain. 

“No.” Price responds gruffly, succinctly, and continues on. You watch Soap, see the way he doesn’t seem to understand. His fingers tap on the table, and it’s a small gesture meant to conceal the worry in his eyes- the knowledge that maybe, maybe he’s been here before.

“I saw you in a dream, once.” He tells you one night as you both clamber onto the roof of the barracks to stare at the stars. “Before I even met you.”

You stare at him, and he laughs a little nervously, rubbing at his nape. “A bit crazy, eh? Sounds like am’ off ma heid.”

You shake your head, slide your hand over his, feel your heart thump when he looks at you in surprise. “Tell me.” You whisper, and when he smiles you shudder, feel the weight of destiny press heavy on your shoulders. 

“I saw you crying.” He murmurs, and his eyes are a little distant, like he’s looking back at a life that no longer exists. “I told you not to cry.”

“Don’t cry.” He wheezes when you bend over him, words pouring from your lips in a ceaseless mantra. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “I always hated watching ye cry.”

This time, you nearly die beside him, and almost wish fate would take you too.

He has nightmares now. He thrashes in his bed, a cold sweat dampening his skin when he wakes. You ask him what it was, what vision plagues him, and he only shakes his head, eyes distant and terrified. He clings to you like he’s a little boy frightened by shadows, gazes at something you can’t see but know all the same. He doesn’t have the words, but he doesn’t need them.

You roll over one night, startled to find him wide awake, eyes unblinking as he stares at you. His voice sounds like an echo of himself, a dark magic winding through his words that sound like an all too familiar prophecy.

“I saw myself die.” He tells you, in a voice you’ve never heard- one you’ll never forget. “You were there- and then you weren’t.”

He finds bruises on himself the next morning, in the same places you watched him become riddled with bullet holes. 

You’re running out of time. You don’t know when you’ll wake up and he won’t be there. You don’t know if this will be the last time you ever see him. 

“Please.” You beg him, tugging on the straps of his vest as he steps towards the chopper. “Johnny please, don’t. Stay here. Don’t go.”

His eyes shine with worry at the sudden, fervent desperation in your words, and he opens his mouth to respond-

Only for his eyes to take on that foreign, distant stare once more.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asks, and once more you’re forbidden to tell him. 

Because you’ll die. Because I’ll be forced to watch. Because I have no way to stop it. Because I’ve seen it happen a hundred times and I can’t do it anymore.

Inevitably, you arrive here, and this singular moment in time, at the place where you’ve yet to find the part in which he survives. 

It always ends like this.

You survive the crash, fend off the ensuing ambush, weave past the landmines and the soldiers patrolling the perimeter, disable the electric fence and disarm the rigged door. You make it inside, stop him before he triggers the tripwire, disarm the pressure plate, lob the grenade back up the stairs, open fire on the door to his left before he passes it. You anticipate the reinforcements at your back, fix the radio when you signal for ex-fil, remember to give him your extra ammo. You know when the roof collapses and drag him to safety, point out the missed charge in his demolitions package, take out the turret before he even spots it-

Then you arrive here. 

“The detonator doesn’t work.” He tells you for the thirty sixth time, out of a hundred and forty eight lifetimes. You know what comes next. The chopper will get here, you will be overrun, and Johnny will kiss you one last time with an apology, push you into Gaz’s arms even as you scream. Then he’ll make his way to the control room without you all, will stay behind and make it his final, valiant act. 

Then you’ll watch the facility explode with him still inside, hear the gears of fate click and send you hurtling back to the beginning.

If you stop him, you’ll all be shot down. You’ll be the only survivor of the crash, and will see the broken bodies of your teammates join him. Or someone else will take his place, and your rescue chopper will be shot down anyways. 

There’s no escape. This is always the moment that you can’t save him from. Thirty six lifetimes and you know in just a few minutes you’ll wake up, will hear his voice begin it all again, over and over until one day you wake up and he isn’t there. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you.

You had a dream last time. You were both sitting at the restaurant table, and you spoke before he could. 

“Are you going to tell me how pretty I am?” You asked him, swallowing down grief, feeling it bloom like a macabre bouquet when the sound of his joyous laughter tickled your soul.

“Stole the words right from mah mouth.” He chuckled.

You blinked, and the seat across from you was suddenly empty. 

You close your eyes, in this moment, try once more to find the part where you all make it out alive. You try to find the part where you don’t lose him. Where you’ll go back to that restaurant and it’ll be the last time. 

You’ve had enough.

“I’m going to stay.” Soap declares, eyes grim with resolve. 

He turns to you.

You close the distance, reach up and kiss him. You tangle your fingers in his mohawk like you did the very first time, listen to his shocked gasp as you try and drink in the taste of him just one more time. Just one more time.

Honey and ale. A bittersweet goodbye. 

You snatch the detonator from his hands, raise your hands to his shoulders and push.

He topples backwards, nearly colliding with Price, and it gives you just enough time to bolt for the door leading towards the control room, locking it behind you. 

Soap screams your name, hurls himself at the door, frantic desperation coloring his beautiful blue eyes. The color of a sky in summer time, of a fresh breeze that reminds you so much of him.

There’s a nervous smile on his lips, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He thinks it’s a prank, another joke between you two, and he says just as much, voice wavering when he asks you to unlock the door. 

“I’m sorry, Johnny.” You whisper, tears warming your eyes. “I can’t lose you again.”

Confusion makes him pause, but it’s only for a moment. 

“Open the door.” He demands then, jiggling the lock uselessly as his voice rises. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!”

“I love you.” You whisper, raising your hand to the glass pane, your splayed palm against his closed fist and the world between them. “In this lifetime, and the one before. Ever since the day I met you, I’ve loved you, Johnny.”

He calls your name, voice cracking in desperation and he begs you to come back. You take a few more moments, and think to yourself how unkind it is that the last time you see him will be like this. Afraid, broken, desperate.

Terrified.

Just like how he was all that time ago, the first time you failed to save him.

Not this time. 

“Don’t cry.” You tell him quietly. “I always hated watching you cry.”

You leave him even as he screams after you, running in the direction of the control room. 

You don’t know this part. You’ve only ever watched Johnny or one of them vanish in this direction. You aren’t prepared for this the way you are with the rest of this story. You’re not ready for the hail of gunfire that greets you, the bullets ripping through flesh. Your blood drips red onto the floor, you run low on ammo, and yet somehow you press on.

Not this time. You think. Not ever again. You can’t take him from me any longer. I won’t allow it.

You’re limping, heavily wounded, riddled with bullet holes, chest seizing and smearing an abstract of crimson behind you as you finally make it to the control room. By the time you dispatch the remaining soldiers you’re on the floor, feeling the corners of your vision pulse red and black as the gears turn, as the clock ticks down. 

The timer has just enough time to make it out once you start it. You know you won’t be able to. 

So you watch the numbers click on the countdown, flop onto your back and cry.

You didn’t want this. 

You wanted just a little more time. Maybe you should have let him go, let him finish this if only he can wake up and not know you. Maybe you should have let him die one more time, if only to get the chance to fall asleep in his arms months into the future and past, knowing he was going to die. 

It’s too late now, and as the numbers click down, as your heartbeat thrums in your ears and your vision pulses red, you can only try to remember the feeling of his smile against your lips, the sound of his laughter, your name breathed into your skin as he wraps his arms around you, safe from destiny in his embrace.

“Ever since the moment I first saw you, I’ve loved you.”

You love him. You’ve always loved him. In this lifetime, in the hundred lifetimes before. In a thousand lifetimes to come you will still love him. Even if you go back, wake up again to that warm spring day, you know you will only love him once more.

You wish he was here, at the end, and wish that even if he was he’d find a way to live without you.

When you exhale, it’s the sound of his name, the memory of his eyes as they stare across you from the restaurant table, full of endless devotion.

The world goes dark. 

And then you wake up.

It’s bright. 

You don’t expect what comes next. 

There’s no birdsong. No springtime warmth. Only the beep of a heart monitor, the feeling of cottony sheets tucked into a hospital bed, the fluorescent glow of overhead lights. 

And the sound of a voice. 

Johnny is holding your hand, head bowed, tears falling freely down his face. 

“I did it.” He sobs, words choking his throat, shoulders trembling. 

Whole. Alive. Just like you. 

“I did it.” He cries again, looking up and finding your eyes with his that swim with emotion. When he speaks, it sounds like the weight of a hundred lifetimes presses down on him. 

“This time. This time, I saved you.”

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What you'd argue with them over! Pt.2 (Zoro, Sanji & Law)

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Zoro

After that argument the with Zoro about him not caring for his health you weren’t the same

You began allowing him to do what he saw fit

He’d injure himself and you wouldn’t say a word

You refused to nag him-to beg him to think about his body, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care

So you thought of a way to prove your point…and that was putting yourself in harms way constantly

In order for him to understand where you were coming from, he was going to have to see it himself … on you

So the day after that you continuously allowed yourself to get hurt in battles

At first it was little things like scrapes, cuts and bruises, Zoro saw these but didn’t pay them much mind because of how small they were

But over time it became more excessive, you allowed your opponent to freely bang you up before defeating them

You’d come back with bigger bruises covering your rib cage, you even had a busted lip

At one point he just couldn’t take it anymore and while you were getting treated he burst into the room and told Chopper to take five, leaving you two alone

“....What the hell was that out there?” is all he says as he stares down at you on the hospital cot

“A fight-”

“Screw that y/n, you know what I mean!” his jaw is clenched as he looks at your body all bruised and bleeding

You sit up holding your broken rib and Zoro’s arms go out to help you but you push them away

“Look at yourself, seriously, you shouldn’t be-”

You ignore him, going as far to stand up

Your legs wobble excessively as you take small steps

“Y/n sit down, your in no shape to go do anything right now-”

Your leg buckles as you continue to try and walk your breath becoming more like a wheeze

“Y/n! Alright! Enough! I get it!” Zoro grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes

His body shakes a bit and his eyes are deeply concerned as he guides you back onto the cot

“You proved your point just-.....sit down” his voice stresses as he helps you onto the cot and covers you with a blanket

Despite the pain your in you find it in you to laugh a bit, it makes you look unhinged

You have dried blood under your nose and your bottom lip is swollen but all you can think about is how your plan worked

Zoro’s sits down on a stool in front of you, he shakes his head and sighs as he runs a hand down his face “crazy woman…” he mutters

Sanji

Since the argument Sanji has apologized to you countless times and you know that he means them some what

He's sorry that he upset you, he's sorry that you felt like you had to resort to physical violence

He doesn't understand the issue at hand and so as much as you hated what you were gonna do you had to give him a taste of what you experience with him on a daily

You started subtly allowing yourself to be hit on by males

You were a girl that could handle yourself so usually Sanji just watched (intensely and angrily) in these situations as you told the men off

But can you imagine his face when you didn't tell the guys to kick rocks?!

When you accepted the sleazy compliments and even gave some!

Sanji nearly went comatose as he watched you joyfully conversate with a scumbag at a bar

His jaw dropped as you laughed at the strangers jokes and even poured him more sake in his shot glass

"Mon cheri!? W-what's-I-I…why'd you-"

"Why what?" you reply nonchalantly

"T-that garbage man was…he was sexualizing your body dear!"

"Your being dramatic Sanji he was just expressing to me how much he admired my beauty-"

"My love no, that scum was undressing you with his eyes"

"your being ridiculous"

Sanji looks hurt as he tries to appeal to you somehow but his words just weren’t getting through

The man comes back and right in front of Sanji he’s about to caress your hair

There's no way Sanji would allow that, he ends up kicking the half drunk in the stomach sending him flying through the bar

Your jaw drops as you look up at him

Sanji face is scrunched as he looks at the guy knocked out, half his body in the bar and the other half hanging out

“Sanji-”

Sanji turns to you and takes your hands in his and with an inhale he says

“Mon amour, I cannot imagine how you feel when this happens to me and I am so sorry that I didn’t take the issue serious enough to the point you had to do a demonstration like this, I'm a fool” 

He rubs your hands with his thumbs and he seems still very heated from the entire ordeal

You can’t even stay mad at Sanji because of how jealous he looks

“I forgive you baby, I'm glad you can see what I go through…” 

You smile softly at him and he looks at you with a smudge of a smile

“....you didn’t have to compliment his hair….it wasn’t even nice” Sanji mumbles still jealous

You giggle and caress his face 

“You're right it was an ugly orange color but do you know what my favorite color is?”

Sanji looks at you curiously

“Yellow” 

You give him a kiss and he blushes not even thinking about that stupid drunk from before. He just wants to drown in your praises

Law

After the argument you both had before he has been acting as if it never happened

He gave you time to cool of but when you came back he didn’t apologize but rather gave you a task to fulfill

Its as if that was his way of saying that you overreacted and that it wasn’t that deep

You decided to keep it all inside, that's all Law ever did anyway so he shouldn’t have had a problem with you doing the same

You were tired of being labeled as over emotional every time something got you riled up or hurt your feelings

You wanted to be taken seriously by Law

One day you were listening in on Law's meeting that he had purposely left you out of

It seems he was planning on having the crew go to a dangerous island that had a poneglyph on it next 

This idea is tossed around because Law isn’t risky and nonchalant like his fellow members of the worst generation

He is precise as a surgeon should be

You were all running low resources and the island was close so it was decided that the crew would stop at the island for resources ONLY

So once you all arrived at the island you decided to sneak off and take prints of the poneglyph

It definitely wasn't easy and you had plenty of cuts and scrapes but it was all worth it and you couldn't wait to see the look on Law's face!

When you arrived back it was about afternoon, you searched for the submarine in the water but your eyes landed on your irritated boyfriend instead

He leaned against a rock his arms crossed his head tilted down

"y/n ya, tell me three things"

You can feel the disapproval oozing off of him and before you know it your being 'shambled' 

You reappear in front of him

"What was the plan?" "Where have you been?" "Who's your captain?"

"The plan was to retrieve resources and I chose to act alone on my own little mission, I don't know what the big deal is you do it all the time" You scoff turning your head away

Almost immediately he is turning your head back with his long slender fingers

"Do I look like I'm in the mood for games? Do you know how long I've been standing here?, We were done with the mission hours ago" he stares into your soul with his dark eyes

You almost always came close to folding when he had you like this

"I-...well-" You sputter watching his sharp eyebrow lift

"You can't even defend yourself, look at you blubbering like a moronic fish"

You feel embarrassed slightly but you don't back down "I got a print of the poneglyph" 

You shove the scroll into his face but it's almost as he doesn't see it

"Does go and buy some rice and dried meat sound like go and get the poneglyph to you? If so I'm going to check your hearing right now"

"I-"

He holds your wrist and you wince as he examines you, even though he's clearly upset, he's tending to you like your made out of glass

Its silent as he slowly rotates you, he touches at your shoulder and when you hiss it confirms whatever analysis going on in his brain

"You need stitches" he grumbles

"I'll do it myself, anyway look" you thrust the poneglyph into his face again

He takes the print from you and tsks before making it disappear 

"Law!-"

"What? Am I supposed to be happy you went against my orders and got yourself injured all to prove meager point"

Your shoulders sink "...did-...did it work at least?"

He sighs as takes off his hat before running his hands through his raven hair

"....It's hot as hell…and…i'm hungry"

You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow, was he changing the subject "What?"

"My back is killing me…"

You blink, was this his way of apologizing? Was he trying to communicate now?

You swallow and kick at the grass "I-I…I can massage it for you" you blush lightly "if you want-"

"That sounds heaven sent" he gives a small smirk 

"Oh-okay, lets go then-" 

Your body is pulled in close by him

"L-law?"

"You know, you never answered my third question he says softly

"Huh?-"

"Who's your captain?" he rest his forehead against yours

Your heart beats quickly and you find yourself trying to slow your breathing

"Y/n ya…"

"....you...your my captain"

#one piece #sanji x reader #fem!reader #law x reader #sanji #roronoa zoro #strawhat pirates #vinsmoke sanji #x reader #tralfagar law #zoro x reader #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #mugiwara no luffy #marimo #onepiece live action

[nina-ya]

Patching up Zoros Wounds

A/N I’ve decided to turn this into a series cause why not. I’m working on a Law one which should be up tonight, and I’ll take a jab at some other One Piece characters too!

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo

Pairing: Zoro x reader CW: Blood, descriptions of wounds, nothing heavy. WC: 928

You and Zoro had been separated from the strawhats a while ago. You could blame Zoros shitty sense of direction or your own foolish decision to follow him, but either way you two are separated, lost and injured. The fight is only fragments in your memory at this point and all you can recall is encountering a sketchy group of people, the clashing of swords, the deafening gunfire, and the rest is hazy, but now you are alone with Zoro. You two found yourselves slipping into an empty building; Zoro is sitting on a counter and you are in front of him, examining his wounds. Your eyes squint and your brows furrow as you look at a particularly deep laceration on his chest. “Hmmm… yeah that looks bad. Chopper is going to kill you when he sees this.” You mutter in deep thought. He rolls his eyes at you and lets out an exasperated grumble in response. “You know I'm fine, right? I've suffered through much worse and you know it. This is just a small scratch compared to all of that.”

You quickly retort. “A small scratch? Zoro, I know you are prideful and are some sort of unbreakable monster, but this?” you gesture towards the wound “this is deep, its bleeding, its oozing some weird yellow shit. Let me help you.” “I told you it's fine, it doesn't even hurt,” he insisted, attempting to keep up his facade. You lean forward and whack the cut and watch as he shouts in pain. “Oi! Fuck! What was that for?!” You stare at him with a raised eyebrow and a triumphant look on your face waiting for him to admit defeat. His chest heaves as he recovers from that sudden smack and he grumbles “okay fine maybe it hurts…” A smile graces your lips when he concedes. “See? I knew something was up, you stubborn marimo. Now let me take a look,” you lean in and lightly graze your thumb over the cut. You look up at him with a worried expression when he sharply breathes in. “Hey I know it hurts but I just need to wrap it up so you don’t bleed out before we make it back to Chopper, okay? You’ve said it before, you’ve suffered through much worse, so just hold on for a moment, okay?” You say in a soothing voice. He nods at you and lets you continue. You glance around the room, not finding anything suitable to wrap around his wound, so you end up taking off your shirt and ripping it up into makeshift bandages.. His face immediately flushes crimson at the sight and he stammers, “Uh w-what are you doing? There's no need for that.” You respond with a hint of amusement, “What does it look like I'm doing?” you lean in and wrap the torn shirt tightly around his cut. His eyes dart around the room, refusing to even look in your direction as you work on his cut. You work in silence, tending to the wound with delicate touches and focus. Zoro has gotten over the initial embarrassment, but the red hue on his cheek still seems to give away how he feels about the predicament. He watches as you wrap the wound up with care. Much more care than he is used to, and he is enjoying every second of it, finding solace in your touch through the pain. When you finish you look up at him with a smile. “There we go, all done! How does it feel?” His gaze lingers on you longer than it should and you catch his eyes, the intensity of those steel gray eyes unmistakable. “What’s got you all captivated, swordsman? Admiring my makeshift first aid skills?” You tease, trying to break the tension and ease the awkwardness hanging in the air. He grumbles as he averts your gaze once more. “Just surprised is all. Didn’t expect you to be so… gentle.” You can’t help but laugh at his response. “Well next time I'll make sure to make it hurt.” you see him open his mouth to retort and you quickly speak up, “Kidding! I’m kidding. Contrary to popular belief I don’t enjoy hurting you, Roronoa. Now, get up, we need to find the others and get you to chopper so he can properly patch you up.” He nods and stands up, wincing slightly as he does so. He starts to walk out the building before he remembers your shirtless state. He stares at you for a moment, contemplating, before he takes off his own shirt and hands it to you. “Here. Sorry about the blood on it, but a bloody shirt sure as hell beats no shirt at all.” You take the shirt with a small smile and toss it on. You then start to lead your way out the empty building and through the chaotic streets. Despite his tough exterior and his pride, he let you help him, and allowing you to see him in a vulnerable state has brought you close to him. You take a hold of his hand and start to lead him back to the Sunny. He looks at you surprised when you grab his hand, but you seem to already have a response prepared. “Hey, you didn’t think I would let us get lost again did you? I am just holding your hand so you don’t go wandering off. Now come on, let's go.” And with that, you two walk hand and hand, making your way back to the rest of the strawhats.

#one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece fluff

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hey! I saw the request were open so can I request a scenario where reader gets hit by some power where she ends up with cat ears and tail and before crew can figure out how to fix it, she goes into cat-like heat and who is better to help her out than her bf Luffy! (Along with captain kink and soft!dom luffy if you can plz!) Thank you:)

I gotta say writing this made me simp for Luffy a little, when I normally don't really. That's to say, I really enjoyed writing this because hot damn this man could make me fold.

WC: 4.2k

TW's: Neko!reader, reader gets cat ears and tail, reader goes into heat, captain kink, kitten kink, mentions of a fight, soft!dom Luffy, slight mentions of subspace?, slight tongue/drool kink, luffy makes references to 'milk' and 'cream', luffy being kinda dumb but its cute so its okay, ends on slight cliffhanger

The fight itself was pretty simple. She only managed to scratch you with some weird cat-like claws, and you promptly knocked her on her ass with a single hit. It paid off training with the Strawhats, even if it meant others were constantly attacking you all for your bounty.

Luffy will be so proud of me you thought happily. Your boyfriend had been teaching you that one move to help you improve your fighting skills. You could take care of yourself of course, but you didn't have the same monstrous strength or skills as the monster trio, let alone Luffy. You bounded up to your captain excitedly.

"Did you see? Did you see?"

He turned to you with a wide grin, and wrapped his arms around you a few times to hold you tight.

"Yeah! You did so well. I'm proud of you!"

You giggled and hugged him back the best you could with your limited arm use.

"C'mon! I'm getting hungry and Sanji said he would have something made by the time we got back" he said, unwrapping himself from you. You smiled and shook your head at his ridiculous appetite.

"Lead the way, captain" you teased. He gave you a sly look at your nickname before taking off at a run, dragging you along by your hand. You could hardly keep your feet on the ground, basically flying behind him as he sprinted towards the Sunny. You two made it there in record time, arriving just as Sanji had finished bringing out the food from the kitchen to the picnic blanket on the deck.

"WE'RE BAACCK!!!" Luffy announced. Sanji greeted Luffy with a "welcome back" tossed over his shoulder as he focused on making sure he had enough food for everyone. Nami, Chopper and Usopp looked up from lounging on the deck at Luffy's loud arrival.

"Oi Luffy! We made a new- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Usopp screeched as his eyes landed on you. You blinked at him, glancing down at yourself. Your clothes and skin were a little scuffed and dirty from the fight and getting dragged through the city behind Luffy, but it wasn't anything that was unusual for this crew. Luffy looked at you, glancing over your body before looking at the sniper.

"Whaddy-"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Nami screeched, interrupting the captain.

"Hah?? The heck are you guys talking about? Is this a prank?"

At Nami's shriek, Sanji had whirled around, eyes searching for enemies or blood. His eyes finally landed on you, and his jaw dropped, cigarette hanging limply from his lip.

"Sanji? What's wrong?" You furrowed your brow, thoroughly confused as to why everyone was reacting this way. You watched in horror as blood started trickling out his nose.

"Chopper! Sanji's bleeding!" you cried, pointing at the cook while calling for the reindeer.

"Oh Luffy. You're back. Hey why does she have cat ears and a tail?" Zoro asked nonchalantly, munching on some food with a bottle of sake within reach. You stared at the swordsman for a moment. Tail? Ears? Cat? You looked down and around at your ass. Sure enough, a cat tail was poking out from the waistband of your shorts. Now that you noticed it though, it was incredibly uncomfortable. Your eyes whipped to your boyfriend.

"I have a tail."

"You have cat ears!" he exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to the top of your head. You gasped as his calloused hands ran roughly over your new ears. They twitched out of his grasp, slapping against his hand as they flicked immediately forward again. You whimpered.

"Just... just give me a moment. I need to change out of these shorts" you said as calmly as you could. You walked stiffly to the girl's quarters, tail bending painfully upwards at the sensitive base. You managed to close the door before immediately stripping off your shorts with a groan.

Now alone and more comfortable, you nearly sprinted to the mirror to take a look. Your reflection gasped in time with you. You still oddly enough had your human ears, but your boyfriend was right. Furry cat ears stuck through your hair, matching the color perfectly. The fur gradually faded to a few shades lighter at the tip. You spun around to look at your ass. Yep. Still had a tail. It was smooth and lanky, but still soft. You tried to move it, but it hung limp. You tried again. Nothing. You started to get frustrated, and the tail flicked in response. Huh. You cleared your mind of all thoughts regarding you moving your tail, and simply did. It swung back and forth easily. You grinned. This was so cool. But it did push down the band of your panties, so you should change those and put on a skirt to allow for easy movement of your new appendage

You rummaged through your clothes, trying to find a skirt. You finally found a clean one, tucked away in the back of a drawer. It was short, but it was all you had at the moment. You found some stringy thongs as well that allowed the back string to slide along the band. It would be perfect to make room for your tail.

You slid them up your thighs, and tucked your tail through one of the leg holes (though that was a rather loose terms for these), and shifted the band up and over the base of the tail, and moved the string to the side. It put some pressure on the tail, but it felt like you would get used to it fairly soon. You checked your new outfit in the mirror, frowning slightly at what you saw. Your shirt no longer matched your outfit, and it was dirty and sweaty too. You changed quickly into a tight tank-top that fit your curves perfectly, and matched your skirt. It was a slightly revealing outfit, but whatever. Nami wore skimpy outfits all the time and nobody cared.

You left the room, looking forward to eating some of Sanji's food, and you felt your tail flicking with the anticipation. A strange heat start pooling low in your gut, but you dismissed it as hunger as your eyes landed on the food and quickly sat down next to Luffy, not missing the stares you attracted.

"You look so cute!" Nami cried. Robin looked like she was ready to cry from cuteness overload by looking at your ears. You smiled bashfully, hearing your tail thud behind you in response to your embarrassment. Luffy filled his cheeks with food and paused to chew while reaching out to your new cat ears curiously. He threaded his fingers to your scalp, finding where the skin smoothly changed into fur. It felt amazing. The warmth in your abdomen built to a more familiar sensation, but you couldn't quite place it yet, too distracted by the wonderful tastes in your mouth and the skilled fingers petting your ears. Your eyes fluttered closed in bliss, and you hardly noticed a vibration start building in your chest. Luffy fingers paused and retracted.

"Are you... purring?"

Your eyes snapped open and with it, the vibration in your chest stopped. You noticed the crew had fallen silent as they waited for your reply, and heat flooded your cheeks in response to their stares.

"...was I? It just felt so good when you pet my ears like that" you said shyly. Robin giggled, and confirmed your question with a nod. Luffy swiped food from Nami's plate while she was distracted with your newfound talent. She reached over to knock him on the head, but your body reacted as soon as she moved to attack. You leapt across the spread of food, tackling her to the grass. You felt a hiss spit from your lips as you held her down.

"Mine" you growled. Your hands picked up her shoulders and slammed then back down on the grass. Nami's wide, brown eyes stared at you in shock, and her body went slack in submission to your attack.

"Oi!" Luffy cried from his place. You blinked. What the-?

"Oh my gosh, Nami! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I don't know what came over me" you cried. You helped her up, and she waved off your apology.

"It's fine. You're probably just a little possessive right now with that cat devil fruit effects. Are you okay? Your pupils turned into slits like a cats just now."

You looked around the crew. Most of them looked a little worried about you, but Zoro had an unimpressed look as he focused on his food and Sanji looked like he would pass out from being a flustered mess.

"Hey, let's go lay down. Maybe some sleep will help since food hasn't gotten rid of it yet." Luffy took your hand, and a wave of heat went through you. Your legs felt wobbly, and you could only take a couple steps before your knees gave out. You heard Chopper running over.

"Chopper! What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, but her scent has changed even from when she came on board like this... It's almost like she's... um..." Chopper trailed off, hovering over your body. A blush colored his cheeks. He looked around for Zoro before bounding up to him.

"Hm? What do you mean she's in heat?!"

You heard shocked, strangled noises from the other men except Luffy.

"Heat? Is she overheating?"

Nami sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose, hiding her blush. Robin nodded in understanding before answering Luffy.

"No, it means she has a very strong desire to breed."

Luffy crossed his arms in thought. You whined as another wave of searing heat gripped your lower abdomen. You weakly reached out for him, finally understanding the sensation.

"Breed? Like have babies? But babies only come from sex" he stated shamelessly. Understanding lit up his face as soon as he registered what he said.

"Oh! You're really horny! Everyone go to town, we'll be loud... and probably take a while." He picked you up in his arms as he spoke, and you moaned at the simple touch.

There were mixed reactions from the crew. Sanji and Chopper looked like they were going to pass out, though for wildly different reasons. Brook and Franky were tittering like school girls, earning themselves a knock on the head from a very red-faced Nami. There was a light flush on both Robin and Zoro's cheeks, but they obediently rose to leave the ship. Luffy didn't even wait for everyone to get off the ship before bounding to the men's room.

"Lu... Please. It aches" you whined, gripping his shirt. He shushed you, kicking open the door. You felt him lay you down on the couch.

"It's okay. I'll take care of you. What do you need? Did you take your birth control today?"

"Luffy! Please! I need you inside me NOW. I took it so please. Please please please get inside me!" Your whines became louder as he looked at you in surprise. You clawed at his shirt, desperate even for the open-chested fabric to be ripped off his muscular frame.

"Okay, okay kitten. Let's get you undressed." You whined, legs shaking already from desperation, and you gasped shakily as his hands deftly pulled down your skirt and thongs.

"Luffy!"

You pulled at your shirt, and it ripped apart. Your captain looked up in surprise, catching your hands.

"You have claws too?!"

"Lu I swear to god get your dick inside me NOW!"

"Okay okay! Just gimme a se- mmmph!"

You yanked him forward by the nape of his neck, smashing your mouths together in a desperately messy kiss. He shifted so he was straddling you, knees on either side of your hips while his elbows rested on either side of your neck. He pulled away just far enough to breathe.

"You're so fucking slutty when you're desperate for me like this" he murmured, trailing hot kisses up your neck. He nibbled on your human earlobe, and caught your hands with a grunt as you fondled his hardening length with desperation.

"Bad kitty, looks like you need to be punished"

He bit your bottom lip gently and pulled before letting it go, sitting up slightly so he could pin your wrists above your head.

"Is this really affecting you that much? That you forgot who's going to fuck you?" His voice was laced with honest curiosity, trying to gauge how much being in heat is affecting you. You wordlessly nodded, staring up at him, dazzled by his dark eyes and cute scar.

"please" you breathed. His gaze softened, and he leaned in for a kiss.

"Okay then. Lemme give my cute lil kitty a treat" he smirked against your lips. He prodded his tongue against the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth with a groan, accepting him as he ravaged your mouth.

He let his tongue swell slightly with his powers, readying your mouth to accept his length. It was messy and obscene. Drool dripped down your cheeks and you bucked your hips in search of friction. He pulled back with a groan.

"Fuck you're my gorgeous little slut like this. You remember the system, right?"

You whined and bucked your hips again, eyes glazed. He harshly grabbed your breast harshly, pinching your nipple get to get your attention.

"Hey. You know the system right?"

"Yes captain" you whined. You were panting and shaking with desperation. You felt him tense at the name of command, letting out a shuddering breath against your neck. Your skin felt too sensitive, too hot.

"C-captain please!"

He pulled back with a groan, his arm stretching to keep your hands in place.

"Don't move your hands." he ordered, letting go only after you nodded slightly. He stood and quickly yanked down his shorts and boxers, letting his dick slap against his stomach before bobbing down. He was fairly long and thick, but stretched himself bigger when you begged for more. The brown tip was flushed slightly pink with desperation.

A shiver trailed fingers down your spine at the sight, and you started drooling again. He looked you up and down for a few moments, a smirk curling his handsome mouth.

"Good kitty. Come here and get your treat" he cooed. You moved in the blink of an eye, sitting up and crawling on your hands and knees over the cushions to reach his cock as he stood at the foot of the couch. Your lips wrapped around him, and you immediately took him as far as you could, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned in relief at the taste of his pre, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you sucked and bobbed your head. You felt your slick dripping down your thighs, cooling as it traced the flesh. You moaned at the sensation, feeling it for the first time.

Luffy let out a deep groan at the messy, skilled blowjob you were enthusiastically giving, head tilted to look at the ceiling. A shudder ran through him as you flicked your tongue up and down the shaft as you descended to deep throat him. He bit his thumb and blew, inflating his hand slightly.

"Gotta get ya ready, kay?" He didn't wait for your answer, reaching behind you to grip your ass for a second before plunging a finger into your dripping pussy. You squealed at the sudden unexpected intrusion, but moaned in relief at the stretch. Luffy groaned deeply at the vibration accompanying your heavenly mouth. A few pumps of his hand later, and he added a second finger. Your eyes rolled back into your head in relief. He wasn't hitting your sweet spots, but you were still well on your way to cumming due to your sensitivity.

He finger-fucked you harshly, making your mouth take more of him as he slammed into your pussy. You were being used, and the thought made you clench around his fingers.

"Fuck. Shit I can't last much longer. Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You eagerly nodded the best you could, muffled "mmmhmm"'s coming from your throat.

"Such a good little kitty. Want your captain's milk? F-fuck! Cumming!" Hot spend spurted down your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the taste as you swallowed it down easily, and it sent you over the edge into your first orgasm. It was intense, white-hot pleasure racing through your nerves as you shook, impaled by him. A deep, throaty groan left Luffy's lips as he spasmed in your mouth, and you kept sucking, trying to pull more from his cock. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head off.

"Greedy"

You smiled a little, and he surged forward in a harsh kiss. He hummed at the taste of himself mixed with you, appreciated how it marked you as his.

"I think it's only fair if I get a taste of you now"

Before you knew it, you were flipped over on your back, head resting on the armrest and Luffy was between your shaking thighs. He eyed your soaking pussy, and the traces left by your weeping slick.

"You got a taste of my milk, now I want to taste you as you cream on my face. Got it?" His voice was gravely and deeper than his usual bright sounding tone, and it sent desire punching through you again. You could only groan, head fuzzy with lust. You rolled your hips towards his face tantalizingly, and he sucked in a breath at the small squelch that accompanied the movement.

"Such a good girl for me, kitty" he murmured. The compliment vaguely registered in your head before he dove in, tongue collecting slick from your dripping cunt. You moaned at the sensation, pleasure rolling through you at the small motion.

"C-Cap-captain!"

He pulled back, and you hissed at the lack of contact, looking down at him. There was a tiny pool of both his saliva and your slick on his curled tongue, and he made a show of bringing it into his mouth and swallowing, moaning at the taste. You could only watch in wide-eyed silence, the end of your tail flicking with anticipation as he slowly eased his face back between your thighs.

"Say it again." his lips whispered against your puffy clit, and you exhaled harshly at the sensation.

"Captain! Please~" you begged, feeling close to tears with frustration. He didn't even bother with a reply. Something seemed to snap in him at your sweet words, and he greedily licked up and down your pussy, groaning deeply and gulping as you ground your hips against his tongue. One arm pinned your hips down easily, showcasing his hidden strength.

He let his tongue trace random shapes on your clit, that were, unbeknownst to you, spelling his name. Your cute little cunt was his. Your back arched at a particularly hard lick against your throbbing clit, head tilting back. He ran his hands over your back, feeling how much pleasure his tongue brought you. He decided to take pity on you, and finally flicked it over your clit, abusing the poor nub to bring your orgasm hurtling through your body. One hand came down and he shoved three fingers into your tight hole, crooking his fingers up into that one spot as he pistoned them in and out.

Your body felt like it was burning with pleasure, wails of your pleasure barely reaching your own ears as you were lost in the heat of desire and lust. Your hand gripped his hair, attempting to ground yourself as your peak quickly approached. Your second mind-blowing orgasm wracked through your body, clenching your muscles and dispersing any thoughts in your mind. You felt Luffy's expanded tongue fuck into your pussy, feeling your orgasm as you clamped down and creamed on him.

He only stopped his assault when your shaking had paused, and you were tapping his head. He still had his tongue hanging out, slurping up your cream and juices. You briefly realized you would normally be embarrassed, but the sight only turned you on more.

"Such good cream, kitty. Are you ready for me to play with you some more?" He crawled over your body, straddling you before kissing you messily. You tasted yourself on him, slightly sour, as he licked desperately into your mouth. He pulled away, reaching to stroke his weeping cock, reddened at the brown tip. You moaned at the sight.

"Lemme fuck you then. Face down, ass up, Kitten~" he cooed in your ear before pushing back to stand over you on the couch. You stared at him, backlit by the lighting. He looked angelic. Soft black hair, wide eyes heavily lidded with lust and command, and his muscles were highlighted beautifully. The command took control over your body quickly, and you flipped over, burrowing your face into the cushion as you arched your back sinfully. Your tail flicked over your back, baring your hole as you reached back and spread your ass for his view. You heard him hiss out a shaky breath as he knelt behind you.

"God so perfect" He didn't seem to realize he said that out loud, but you shivered in delight at the words, arching your back a little more for him. He tapped his thick cock on your ass before sliding it down to just between the apex of your thighs. It dragged almost painfully slowly against your sensitive clit, wetting the length with your spend and slick.

"You know the system baby. Let me know if you need me to stop"

You only mewled in reply, shaking your hips slightly. He grunted with the slight friction, removing your hands from you ass cheeks to spread them himself. He gently put in the tip, and you had to hold your breath against an orgasm just from that. He must have picked up on how close you were, because he slammed the rest of his length in harshly, one hand putting weight on your lower back to keep it arched for him as you shook apart, creaming on his cock again.

"Good girl, there ya go. So sensitive today, huh? Cock hungry lil kitty. I'll give ya what you want, don't worry." His voice made it sound like he was completely lost to the pleasure- breathy and gravely. The words and his voice washed over you like a refreshing breath of air after the intensity of your orgasm. He began pounding you, cock dragging from the base to the head before slamming back in harshly. You screamed wordlessly, drooling onto the cushion as he fucked you.

He grunted and was breathing heavily, the sounds music to your ears as they joined your wails and the lewd slapping of skin on skin. He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every stroke. The ache only added to your growing pleasure.

"Sh-shit! I won't last much longer. So w-wet and tight. Fuck!" His arm wrapped around your chest, hand reaching up to your neck. He pulled you upright, back still arched away from his chest. Your arms found his hair as your pussy was pounded from behind. He could see your tits jiggling with his thrusts, joining the shaking of your ass cheeks. The sight made him drool, and he couldn't help but mark your neck. He nibbled and suckled, not losing his rhythm. The attention paid to your neck made you moan loudly. You could hardly form words to say you were going to cum, and it slammed into you before you could find the breath to speak. The sudden pressure around his cock was too much, and he spilled inside with a heavy groan as he bit the junction between your neck and shoulder.

He pulled you with him as he collapsed backwards on the couch, catching his breath. His dick slid out, and you whined at the loss. You wanted to keep it in so bad. His seed shouldn't be wasted.

You straddled him on shaky legs, and he rested his hands on your hips. You frowned at him with watery eyes, and he blinked at you, concerned. His hands gently traced lines up and down your sides.

"What is it baby? Are you hurt?"

You shook your head, overwhelmed and close to tears.

"Wanna.. wanna keep it in" you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. A smile of relief broke over his face.

"Of course. Lemme fill you back up, okay?" he said gently. You felt his cock twitching back to life and he used his powers to inflate it, and you sunk back down on it with a happy sigh. He jerked and grunted at the sensation.

"C'mere" He pulled you to his chest, and you basked in the afterglow, sweaty bodies sticking slightly.

"You feelin' any better?"

"A little. But I still want to be bred. I want you to fuck me so full of your cum we're not sure my birth control can handle it. Please? Breed me?"

You felt his heartrate increasing at your lewd and desperate words. His hand trailed up your back, accidently brushing against the base of your tail. You jerked and let out a surprised moan. A mischievous, handsome grin curved his lips at your reaction. You were starting to feel the heat swirling low in your gut again.

"I think I can do somethin with that. Gotta make ya happy, right kitty?"

You nodded empathetically.

"Yes, captain."

His eyes darkened, and you knew you were in for it now.

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[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run .09

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of past abuse, pregnancy, implications of death,

A/N: So since theres gonna be a little more people in this chapter then usually so some people are gonna have the same colors but different size fonts to indicate a different persons talking. hope its not to confusing. The key to help for people with the same color is below

Chopper- small orange Nami- regular orange

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

~~~

“We’re here! Everyone assume positions and get ready to dock!” The sound of thunderous footsteps and Tashigi’s voice breaks through your nap. You rub your eyes as the sun shines through the windows of the bunk room. 

“Wake up (Y/N)! We’re at Sabaody!” Tashigi’s voice once again cuts through the silence as she calls out to you from behind the door.

“Mmh, I’m up…just give me a second.” You stretch gently before gathering the strength to push yourself up. Breathing heavily, you manage to sit up, the purple turtleneck you wore slightly riding up before you pull it back down. You grab your hat from beside you and position it so that it keeps your hair in place and hides the scar along your face.

“Do you need help picking up your things?” The door opens as Tashigi peaks inside to check up on you.

“That’d be wonderful. I can’t really pick up things like that anymore, haha.” You watch her grab some things and hand them to you before she carries some things herself.

“There's no need to do that. I’m going to have to carry it after I get off the ship.”

“I’m using it as an excuse to just hang out with you for a little longer. Smoker might make me do something.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the slight pout on Tashigi’s face. Yet, you were happy you’d be able to talk to her as friends before you guys became ‘enemies.’ The thought made your heart bleed, but there was nothing you could do about it. Even if you were enemies outside, you’d always be friends in your soul.

The thought of not being woken up and seeing the smiling faces of G-5 marines made a small voice inside you tell you to stay. That you’ll miss them more then you think you would. It was like an earworm replaying the same song over and over again. But when you bite your tongue harshly, all those thoughts leave, and the voice telling you to return to the Straw Hats and that your almost home comes back. It’ll always be hard, never being able to talk to them peacefully ever again. But the memories will soothe the pain. 

“Captain! We’’ve docked! We’re on tree 30!” One of the marines notifies Tashigi and you on th ebay that the ship was anchored. Thankfully, quite a bit away yet close enough to bay 41. While you weren’t looking forward to walking that far, it’d be worth it in teh end to see everyone.

“Here’s to hoping my shoes don’t get drenched in whatever makes those bubbles here.”

“It actually doesn’t! Truly weird stuff. Have you never been to Sabaody before?”

“I’ve been here but haven’t actually been on land. Just a quick sight as we passed by to head to the new world.”

“It’s a pretty place but also full of bad people. Bounty hunters, other pirates, and not to mention those disgusting Celestial dragons. Makes me sick.”

“Anyone sane would want to see those horrible people go down.”

Memories of the Celestial Dragons you encountered two years ago flood your mind as you hold back the urge to vomit everywhere. You remember a conversation you had with Killer months ago when you were still under Kidd’s lies. How he told you about how the Celestial Dragons mark their slaves by burning their symbol into their skin. Almost exactly like the jolly roger scarred into your own. Once again, though, you escaped your kidnapper's clutches. But there's so many people who’ll never be given the chance you’ve had. Never be able to see the sun as a free person.

‘No. Don’t dwell on that. Today’s supposed to be happy. Stop thinking about things you can’t control.’

“Well, this is it.” As soon as you were 20 feet from the ship, you and Tashigi stopped. Turning around to face the ship, you saw everyone gather to say goodbye, including Vice Admiral Smoker.

“So this is it, huh?”

“I guess so.” A little chuckle leaves your lips before it turns into tears. Despite trying your best to silence them, they continue to flow.

“I’m so thankful for all of you…You’ve always done so much for me, and there's nothing I can do to repay you. I’m going to miss you all so much.” You can feel Tashigi wrap her arms around you before starting to cry as well.

“Don’t leave (Y/N)! Stay with us!” The two of you held each other tight as tears continued to cry harder.

“I’m sorry! We can still be friends regardless of our sides!” Tears made your vision blurry as you held onto Tashigi for a little while longer before leaving her embrace. Walking up to Vice Admiral Smoker, you lower your head.

“Thank you for everything, Vice Admiral. I promise to protect the honor of G-5 and take down any pirate who dares speak ill of you. And I also promise that no civilian will be hurt by my hands.”

“They better not. Now, get out of here before I change my mind.” With a chuckle, you lift up your head and grab your things with Tashigi’s help.

“Oh, Tashigi, one more thing before I go. I have to ask you something.” With all the overthinking you’ve been doing, a scenario popped up in your head that you couldn’t help but ask her to be a part of.

“What is it?”

“If, by some chance, I do end up keeping the baby with me, and I happen to pass away, would you take care of them for me? Like a godmother or something?” Once again, you were wrapped up in Tashigi’s arms as she cried.

“I’m so honored! Of course, I will. Oh my god (Y/N), you're so sweet!” The two of you hug a little longer before separating. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you wave to the other marines, who wave back to you.

“Goodbye, everyone! I love you all!” With a final wave, you turn your back and make your way to the thousand sunny.

“Do you think she’ll be safe? I can’t help but worry.” Smoker watched as the captain of G-5 gently wiped her tears away. How a single pirate managed to worm her way into the hearts of G-5 will forever be a mystery to outsiders.

“She’ll be fine. As much as I’d like to arrest those Straw Hats right now, I’ll wait. We’ll definitely be seeing each other again. A pirate can only escape for so long.” Crossing his arms, he watches you walk away.

He’s never met someone like you in all his years on earth. Someone who’s been through hell twice yet still has kindness to give to a world that turned their back on her. How you’ve managed to pull through all these months was a miracle. So many nights, people were awakened to the sound of your cries from the night terrors you suffered, but no one said a word about it to him until a day ago. To suffer all that and still find a way to smile is a trait not many can say they have. It’s admirable.

“Let’s get ready to go back to the New World. Everyone get ready!”

“Yes, Vice Admiral!” Watching the Marines scatter helps Smoker ignore the sadness in his chest. Despite how he’d outwardly deny it, he’ll miss you. You can only hang out with someone for so long before they worm their way into your heart. And somehow, you managed to set up a place without meaning, too.

~~~

‘This place is much bigger than I remember. I hope I’m going the right way. Not like I can ask for directions.' You were trying to avoid the public eye yet not look suspicious, so you just kept your head down. With your hair covering your scar and your hat hiding your face, a slight sense of safety coursed through your veins. But not enough for you to ignore the wanted posters that had your face scattered everywhere. Even though there was so much noise around you, you still managed to catch your name being talked about.

“When the hell are the Marines going to catch her? Doesn’t she know the destruction and death she’s caused?!”

“She should just go back to Captain Kidd. Everyone would be safer and happier. She’s being selfish.” Those words make you stop in your tracks as a rage boils inside you. You know you promised Smoker that you wouldn’t lay a hand on a civilian, but how dare they call you that? They don’t know what you’ve been through. How can they tell you what you should do when they haven’t experienced anything you have?

“Let’s not forget she’s pregnant! The most infamous worst-gen pirate has a child! No doubt that child is going to be just like their dad!” Your knuckles turn white from how hard you were gripping your belongings. Every cell in yoru body begged for you to teach them a lesson. To tell people that they had no right to treat you the way they were. That if they went through what you went through, they wouldn’t be talking the way they were. You can feel your body shake in anger as they continue to talk.

‘I have to keep moving. I’m gonna do something I’ll regret if I don’t.’ Taking a deep breath, you begin to fast walk away from the two civilians. You’ve come too far to blow your cover now.

“300,000,00 berri’s if given to Captain Kidd, but only 100,000,000 if given to the Marines? Why would anyone turn her into the Marines if the price Kidd is asking is much higher?”

“Right?”

‘Just keep walking. Just keep walking.’ Water begins to appear at your tear line as you try to ignore the angry tears that threaten to spill. Your heart beats hard as you look at the ground, only sneaking glances at the trees to see that faithful 41.

“Please leave me alone! I’ll give you all my money. Just let me go!” A woman screaming caught your attention, making you scan your surroundings. When you turned your head to the right, down a dark alley, you saw a large masked man gripping a woman's wrist harshly. The scene triggered your own memory of being in her shoes.

“Please! Just let me go! I-I’ll give you all the money I have! Just let me go!” You try to pry his meaty hand off your wrist, but inside, you know it was pointless. It seemed your desperate attempt amused him.

“Now, why would I let something I caught fair and square go?” The way his eyes looked up and down your body made a shiver go down your spine.

“I could get a pretty penny selling you as a slave. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No! Someone help me!” You begged for someone to help her. The chances of your cover being blown would multiply if you jumped in. Yet, the more seconds that went by, the more your hope diminished. Images of that man two years ago, the day everything happened, popped into your head. The man begged for help, and all he wanted was to see his family, but no one did anything. All they did was ignore him as those horrible people arrived and killed him.

You couldn’t do anything then, but maybe now, you could.

Picking up your bags, you walk into the dark alley, your heart beating wildly. Looking up just enough to see the man’s chest, you crack your knuckles before speaking.

“Didn’t you hear her? Let her go.” The sounds of struggling stopped before a raspy laugh left the man.

“Your kidding me? A pregnant lady trying to jump in and help? What are you gonna do? Waddle over here and give birth on me?” His words only made you see red.

“I’m going to give you one more chance. Let her go, or else.” The familiar tingling in your fingertips reemerges as you wait for the man’s next move. Your fingers twitch as you can hear barely silent crackling.

“Oh, I’m so scared!” The man mocked you and seemingly gripped the woman's wrist harder. 

“You're hurting me!” As those final words leave the woman’s mouth, you curl your fingers into claws before feeling the tingling get stronger and the crackling gets louder.

Light began filling the dark alley, flashing and flickering as the ball of pure electricity in your hand started forming. Each snap of electricity only made you pour more anger into your attack.

“A devil fruit user? Go figure. Just because you have some powers doesn’t change the fact that you're weak-” After deeming it has enough charge, you throw it straight for the masked man. You watch him try to dodge, only to have it hit him directly in the chest.

The woman manages to pull her wrist free from the man’s grip before running behind you. Both of you watch as the ball of electricity disperses and runs across his entire body. You watch him grab his chest before falling back and landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Without saying a word, you watch as the man spasms on the ground, trying to get a breath in.

“We need to go now.” With the woman nodding, you both quickly walk away from the alley and into the road. Having all your belongings in your hands, you feel slightly drained. Your lungs burn as your mouth goes dry. Sure, you’ve used your devil fruit powers on pirates while in G-5, but that stopped when you found out you were pregnant. So it’s been months since you’ve used it on anyone.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you anywhere else, right?”

“No. And yes, I’m okay.”

“Good.” Turning your back, you begin walking towards Grove 41 once again.

“Wait!”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come.”

“No problem. Just make sure you stop using back alleys and stay on public roads.”

“I will.” You watch the woman run in the opposite direction from you and take that as your cue to continue your original quest.

~~~

After walking for what felt like hours, the familiar smiling lion comes into view, and you feel your heart jump in your chest. Seeing the thousand sunny after being in the dark for so long felt like seeing a miracle happen before your eyes. A new-found energy bursts inside you as you start walking faster with a new vigor.

‘I’m here! I’m here!’ Holding your belongings with a crushing grip, you can feel a huge smile spread to your face. You could hear laughter the closer you got, and your heart felt as if it were going to explode!

Soon enough, you were close enough to where you were able to see a clear view of the crew. You try to speak, but nothing seems to come out. It felt like it was a dream. Even though you were speechless, your presence seemed to be enough as a familiar face called out to you.

“(Y/N)?!” You watch her run up to you along with the others.

“(Y/N)!”

Not even seconds pass before you're encased in a hug. The feeling of being near them was enough to have you start sobbing. Being surrounded by pure love and care but the people you owe your life to felt unreal. You’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it is finally here, you don’t know where to start.

“You're okay! I was so worried about you!”

“Yeah, me too!”

“We all were,”

“I missed you all so much…I’m so happy!" Despite your limited ability, you try to hold everyone close to you. It’s been so long since you’ve been so happy that the feeling almost felt foreign.

“I can’t believe this is real. I was so afraid I’d never see you guys again!”

“Come on! Let’s go sit down now. I bet you're tired.” Through your tears, you nod as you let them take you aboard the Sunny. You notice a shiny substance covering it. 

“What's that?”

“Oh! It’s the coating that’s going to help bring us down to Fishman Island!”

“Wonder if Franky enjoys having his ship covered in bubbles.” Laughter erupts through the tears. Having your shoes crunch against the grass of the safety has a wave of safety washing over you. Sitting on the bench connected to the mast pole, your able to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Robin and Nami sat next to you while almost everyone else sat on the grass.

“Where’s Luffy and Zoro?”

“They should be here soon. I swear if that moss head got lost.” You finally take off your hat as the sun is beating down harshly, making you sweat. With your hair finally being able to move, the strands that once hid the huge scar on your face disappeared. Leaving it for them all to see.

“Oh my god, what happened?! How did you get that scar?!” While you knew you shouldn’t have been surprised they’d notice it right away, it still managed to shock you. Maybe you just lived with it for so long that you’ve forgotten what you used to look like without it.

“This? Oh. I went face first into a corner of a crate.”

“Does it hurt? Here, let me check!” You watch as Chopper hops onto the bench before examining your face. 

“How you are not blind is amazing, considering where it’s placed.” Feeling Chopper's little hooves on your face causes a small warmth to erupt in your chest.

“No, it doesn’t hurt. I’ve had it for a while. And it hasn’t caused any problems.”

“What about this one? There's a huge one on the back of your head.” You feel Robin's nimble fingers gently brush through your hair, her gentle touch reminding you of your mother. The sensation made you bite your lip as you choked back tears.

“Can you do that again, Robin? It felt nice.”

“Sure.” Her calm voice and touch made your eyes close as you tried to regain composure.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm? Yes Robin?” A shiver goes down your spine as you feel her trace the scar.

“Did….Kidd do this to you?” Simply hearing his name makes tears finally slip down your cheeks, and some even onto Chopper's hooves. With your vision blurry, you close your eyes and nod. Even saying his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth.

‘God damnit. I should be crying tears of joy! Not sadness!’ You argued with yourself as you tried to pull yourself together. Gripping your pants, you dig your nails into the fabric.

“How about we change the subject? Umm—” A loud rumbling echoes around everyone, making you hold your stomach.

“Sorry. I haven’t eaten a snack or something.” With the adrenaline finally settling down, you realize how tired and hungry you were.

“Do we have supplies restocked?”

“Of course (Y/N)-swan!”

“That’s good. I’ll just go get something to eat real quick.” Just as you go to sit up, Nami sits you right back down.

“Sanji can get it. You’ve walked all the way here, so Sanji can whip you up something. Right, Sanji?” The stare-down Nami gave the cook made a giggle slip past your lips. You watch Sanji run so fast to the kitchen that dust almost flies behind him.

“Okay, the rest of you, except Chopper, scram.” Nobody moved for the first 20 seconds.

“SCRAM!” Everyone begins to run in different directions until only you, Nami, Robin, and Chopper are left.

“Okay, now that they’re all gone, we can talk about more important things.”

“More important things?” Nami puts her hand on your back, and Robin continues to gently comb through your hair. You watch her look down at your stomach before looking back up at you sympathetically. 

“How are you holding up? Do you have any pain?”

“It’s okay. Not anything right now. I get migraines sometimes from the head injury and back pain, but that’s it. Just regular pregnancy things, I suppose.”

“Have you been eating properly and sleeping well? Taken a tumble or anything?”

“No. I’ve been stable on my feet. And almost all I do is eat and sleep.” Chopper lets out a sigh of relief.

“That’s good.”

“I do work out and exercise. Gotta keep myself strong, ya know?”

“We just don’t want you to overdo it. Pregnancy is no easy feat, so it's nice to hear that you're doing well.”

“How far along are you, do you know?”

“Six to seven months.” With Nami and Robin comforting you, it was easier to talk about the baby growing inside you. Yet the nagging thought in your head kept coming back.

“Do you think Luffy will let me stay a straw hat? Even after knowing that I’m pregnant?” You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look at Nami and Robin.

“Of course! You’ll always be a straw hat!”

“No matter what!”

“Everything will be okay (Y/N).” You put your arms over Nami and Robin and hold them close. Chopper cuddles close and hugs you as well. Tears fall from your eyes, and you never want to let them go.

“I don’t know what to do, your guys. It feels like no matter what I choose, everything is the wrong decision.”

“If I give the baby up for adoption, there's a chance Kidd will find them or the marines will use them as bait. If I were to keep them, the Marines and Kidd still would be after us. All I want is for them to grow up happy and safe. Is that really too much to ask?”

“No. Not at all. No matter what you choose, we’ll stand beside you.”

“You’ll never have to be alone again.” You see Chopper jump up from the shared hug with a look of shock and wonder in his eyes.

“Chopper? Are you okay?” Everyone split from the hug and looked at Chopper in concern.

“I felt them kick me! When we were hugging, I felt them kick me in the face!” Normally, such words wouldn’t have a positive reaction, but this seems to be a different story. Nami and Robin seemed excited, too, at Chopper's confession.

“Really?! Aw!”

“They know were talking about them.” Robin smiled and giggled softly.

“Have you thought about names?”

“Not really. I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl even.”

“Well, do you have names that you planned on naming your baby with (....)? Perhaps you can name the baby after them?” It’s been a while since you’ve heard your late fiance’s name—almost to the point that you’ve forgotten it with all the chaos that surrounded your life.

Kidd didn’t know your fiance's name, or you hope he didn’t. On one hand, you somewhat liked the idea. But at the same time, it’d be a constant reminder of the love you lost. You fear you might accidentally compare the baby to a person they’ve never met. And even though the baby was innocent, the fact it’d be the offspring of the man who took everything from you, having their name felt wrong and tainted.

“They deserve to be their own person, so I don’t think I’ll give the baby (....)’s name.” You rub your stomach subconsciously.

“What if they look like him? I know it’d still be my child, but…”

“Even if the baby looks exactly like Kidd, it doesn’t mean they’ll be like him. I bet one of my tangerine trees that they’ll be the exact opposite.” A chuckle leaves your lips as the ease Nami brings seems so natural.

“I’ll take you up on that offer.” You and Nami shake hands, and the sound of the kitchen door opening lets you know the food is finally done.

“After you're done eating, I'd like to give you a checkup to see if everything's healed alright.”

“Sounds good.”

~~~

After finishing your lunch, you head up to the infirmary. When you sat on the bed, you noticed just how out of breath you were. The stairs have been getting harder and harder each day. What used to be an easy task now felt like you were being asked to climb a mountain.  

“You okay (Y/N)?” Holding a clipboard, you watch Chopper walk over to you and look at you in concern.

“Stairs are just getting a little harder, but it’ll be okay. So what's your first plan of action, doctor?” It was always so cute to see Chopper get all excited when called a doctor.

“Can I check out any wounds or scars that may have happened since we last saw each other? I’ve made scar cream that is supposed to help reduce the size and stiffness that comes with said scars.”

“Oh, okay. There’s…a lot. Just give me a second.” You begin to take off your sweater before placing it beside you. Chopper's eyes widen as he tries to focus on a single scar, but there's so much more than the last time he’s seen you. He doesn’t know where to start, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by staring.

“Is there any place you want me to check first?”

“I don’t know if there are any on my back, so you can check there.” you feel Chopper jump on the bed and start to inspect your back. The bra you wore gave the reindeer enough space to inspect your back. While it didn’t cover the scar you hated the most, you simply hid your chest with your hand.

“Not seeing much. Just small ones anyone could have." Chopper goes and grabs your left arm to check it out. You feel his hooves put pressure on the scars before stopping at your hand.

“Did you get shocked? What happened that caused all these small scars?” The realization that you haven't shown anyone your devil fruit powers yet shoots through your mind, and a small excitement courses through your veins.

“Chopper, can you let go of my arm real quick?” Chopper cocked his head before letting go. A big smile plasters on your face before you take a deep breath.

There were sizzling and cracking echos in the room as electricity started to form along your arm and slither around your scared skin. It gave off a flickering glow as you began to accumulate it in your hand.

“Woah! I didn’t know you had devil fruit powers! Why didn't you tell us earlier?”

“I only got them during the two-year separation. I’ve worked my ass off to have control like this. I’m probably not as strong as the rest of you guys, but I think this’ll help.” All your words seemed to go in through one ear and out the other as Chopper watched the electricity form into a ball in your hands.

“I’ve never seen an electricity logia type devil fruit. I didn’t even know there was one.”

“Well, here I am, haha.” Chopper laughs alongside you before he stops. You wonder why, but you soon figure it out when you follow his eye direction. Since he asked to see your arm, you left the branding scar open for him to see. The look of horror is present on his face.

“Oh my god, how did I not see this?!” Moving around to get a better look, Chopper stands next to you on the bed. Carefully moving his hoove near your chest, he stops.

“Is it okay if I check this out?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod.

“Yeah.” You feel Chopper place his hoove on the scar and watch as his eyebrows knit together.

“Unlike the other ones, this one is raised above the skin rather then indented.”

“Is that…a bad thing?”

“No. The one on your chest is a hypertrophic scar, it’s normal to scar like this on ones chest. The others are simply atrophic scars. They're all fine, but…”

“But?”

“I just can’t believe it. With this being in such a sensitive place, I can’t imagine the pain this caused.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t a fun recovery.” Tears gather in your eyes at the memory. There are a million memories you wish you could forget, and this just happened to be in your top five. Remembering Kidd’s approach with that heated metal pole speeds up your heart rate and constricts your chest. Your breath goes jagged as the tears start flowing.

“I look like a freak. Everywhere I look is a reminder of him. How can someone ever love me when all they see is a disfigured shell of a human.” You begin to cry into your hands as the room feels suffocating. Tears slip through your fingers and onto your tummy as you try to catch your breath.

“What have I done to deserve this? Everyone in my family is dead, and I don’t even have a home to go back to! My entire island was wiped out in a single afternoon, and there's only five people who survived to prove the island even existed in the first place! Why do they have to perish while I live?! What’s so great about me?!”

“What’s not great about you?” You and Chopper freeze and look at the infirmary door. There stood Luffy with a big smile on his face.

“Luffy?” Dropping your hands to your thighs, you look at him through your blurry vision.

“I was wondering where you were! But Usopp told me you were in here with Chopper and-” Luffy’s happy voice soon cuts off as he fully registers the state Kidd had reduced you to. You watch his eyes zero in on the branding before his expression darkens.

“Did he do that to you?” He points to the scar, and even though you try to sound tough, you hiccup out a ‘yes’ as you feel your body shake.

“I know it’s their Jolly Roger, but I promise I didn’t want it! Please don’t kick me out, Luffy! I—” You stop in your tracks when you feel something be placed on your head. Rubbing your eyes, you see the brim of Luffy’s straw hat in front of your face. You are at a loss for words as your heart beats in your ears.

“You're not going anywhere (Y/N). I’ll make sure he’ll never lay a hand on you ever again.”

“Cause I’m gonna kill that bastard for doing this to you.”

~~~

Sitting in his workshop, Kidd twirls a sharp scrap of metal between his fingers while looking at the wall. All the bounty posters for the straw hats are plastered on the wall, covered in holes from the number of knives and sharp scraps he’s thrown at them. Even seeing their faces makes rage course through Kidd’s veins.

His eyes zero in on the captains before he throws the metal scrap at the poster. It hilts the man on the poster right between the eyes. His poster is the most shredded. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have been taken and escaped in the first place.

It’s been six months since you left the Victoria Punk, and every second has been a waking nightmare for everyone. While their captain had always been a hothead, he’s been ten times worse ever since you left. The amount of blood on his hands could rival the devil’s—and to many, he was.

The Victoria Punk has become one of the most feared pirate ships currently sailing. When the Victoria's big jaws came into the sight of any other pirates or marines, all they could do was pray. They prayed that by some miracle, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kidd would take pity. Unfortunately, the New World was not known for its kindness, and neither was he.

There was even talk about naming him a new emperor of the sea.

While the title would help him on his path to becoming King of the Pirates, it meant nothing if he still couldn’t find you six months after the fact—couldn’t find you or his unborn child. He didn’t know how you were doing, how the pregnancy was progressing, or what the gender was. It didn’t matter much to him because, in the end, they’d make a great future ruler of the sea.

“Kidd!” Bursting open the workshop door stood the right-hand man of the Kidd pirates. He huffed and puffed, trying to regain his breath after running from across the other side of the ship.

Moving his eyes towards the man in teh doorway, Kidd responds before throwing another scrap metal at the posters.

“What is it Killer?” Walking up closer to the table, Killer slams down multiple papers and photos.

“What am I looking at?”

“I know who’s been harboring (Y/N).” Jumping from his seat, Kidd gets closer to what Killer was showing him. 

“What?! Who?!”

“After looking through enough photos and newspaper, I’ve managed to pinpoint the marine squad that’s been hiding her.”

“Well?! Spill it!”

“Marine squad G-5. It’s occupied by Vice Admiral Smoker and Captain Tashigi. How many lower rank marines are on the ship, I don’t know but it can’t be anymore then twenty.” Gritting his teeth, Kidd looks at the pictures of each crew member.

“Next marine ship we see, keep a marine alive. We’ll use them to get G-5’s location.”

“And after we find them?”

“Kill every single one of them. I want that ship to paint the sea red.”

~~~

@rebeccawinters @iggy5055 @dairygrrl @childconnoisseur @menifire1092 @nerdgeekandeverysweet-blog @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @lovemesomefanfic846 @ryuv1i @carpinchootaku @misoxramen @pinkfoxmusic

#eustass captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #one piece x reader

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp being the one taking care of Sanji every time his nose bleeds in Gyojin Island makes me think about Usopp doing it constantly. Being annoyed at his behavior but knowing he can't help it so Usopp is always there rolling his eyes and groaning but holding Sanji's face gently and cleaning the blood while ranting about how he's a mess and needs to get his shit together.

This has been happening for years now and Sanji ends up looking at Usopp so,, Fondly when he does these things. Until Sanji falls inevitably in love with Usopp, and now every time Usopp tries to help him, the bleeding just gets worse and Usopp doesn't know what he's doing wrong-- Sanji can just think about how beautiful and tender Usopp is with him even though he's always saying it bothers him to do these things.

Imagine Sanji having a nosebleed once again, but this time is directly because of Usopp, and when the sniper is helping him he's so so close and Sanji is almost delirious. And he goes "You look so pretty..." / "Shit, you started to lose your mind. What the hell did you see for you to lose so much blood, anyway?" / "You, mon coeur..." / "No- I mean- I think you're confusing me with someone else. Is your vision blurry?" / "Blurry with how much love I feel for you, my dearest..." / "You need to go see Chopper-" / "But I like it in your arms... It's nice".

And since Sanji seems weak and so, so clingy, Usopp (who has the biggest crush on Sanji, by the way) lets him rest on his shoulder for a while. They'll need to talk about this at some point, but for now they're both enjoying what they think aren't requited feelings.

#they're so silly :(( #imagine usopp being jealous and hurt when sanji feels so deep for the girls he sees but taking care of sanji anyway bc otherwise no one wil #he cares so much for him #sanji is just-- losing it for usopp he won't stop bleeding and fainting every time he's around and usopp hasn't realized yet it's bc of him #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

[story-island]

Shot From Above (Simon Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! I wrote this one as a longer piece, I might post a part two or the other half might just end up as a whole separate work, because it could be. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Ghost are on the tail end of a convoy and get shot from above by helicopter. Forcing you and Ghost to get a little closer. Super fluffy aside from descriptions of gun fighting.

Warnings: Descriptions of being shot at, Car roll over, Explosions, Swearing

Word Count: 2.6K

"Ghost, we got birds!" you said to the man sitting passenger to you.

"I see that Birdie, weird being on the other side?" he asked calmly as you drove, avoiding RPG shots as you went.

"Yeah, it fucking sucks" you replied, still keeping your eyes on the road and bird.

You were known to be on one of the best helicopter support teams, so being at the receiving end of chopper fire was new to you.

"Can you get a shot on it?" you asked annoyed that he hadn't even looked out to see it better.

"No, my rounds won't make it that high and still damage enough."

Your mind was reeling, you needed to feel in control of something, everything was up in the air, and you were narrowly avoiding the shots at this point.

"Fuck okay, when they get in range, the tail is your best shot, it might spiral out of control with enough rounds." you said, feeling your anxiety grab you tighter.

"When did you start out-ranking me?" Ghost asked with only a small bit of anger in his voice.

"Um . . I don't sir"

"Then you don't tell me where to put my bullets do you"

"No sir, sorry sir, won't happen again" you said, through a voice crack.

"Don't be sorry, do better." He said coldly.

"Yes sir."

The rockets were getting closer and closer, and you were running out of road and ideas, but the silence that fell in the cab made it a little easier. That was until you miss calculated when you needed to punch it to get out of range. It was a simple mistake that anyone could have made, but it was enough to put you in some deep shit.

In a flash the front of your truck was hit, forcing you to go straight into a series of rolls. You ended up somewhere off the road, mind fuzzy and vision blurry you moved to unbuckle yourself quickly. Noticing that you were the only one in the car. Once you fell to the roof of the vehicle you knew you only had moments to kick out the glass and run for your life. But fuck did it hurt to move, you were banged up pretty bad.

Moving yourself, screaming as you kicked as hard as possible against the glass. It broke the first try, and before you could crawl out, a strong hand was pulling you out by your leg. Ghost had obviously fared better, being able to pull you up in a flash.

"Tree cover" he half yelled, forcing both of you into an all-out sprint.

Not five seconds after you made it away from the truck it exploded, almost pushing you to the ground. Still hearing shots from above, you weren't sure if they would follow you or go after the rest of your convoy. You hoped that you toyed with the Helo long enough for everyone to split up and find their own ways back to base.

"You good?" Ghost asked, breaking the silence before slowing down to a jog for your sake.

"Yeah" you said, breathlessly, thankful he slowed down a bit.

"Your bleeding" he commented, seeing a pretty nasty looking cut on your head.

"Yeah" you responded.

He caught how distant you were with the response, so instead Ghost changed the subject.

"Safe house is three miles out, keep up" he said.

"Sure thing L.T." you said, as he pushed back into a run, slightly slower than before.

The majority of the run was quiet, you were focused on the pain you were feeling, trying to push through. However, at some point you spoke up to thank Ghost for saving you.

"Thank you for getting me out, and not just leaving me in the truck" you said, breathily.

Ghost didn't respond with more than a nod in your direction. He heard you.

You weren't more than five minutes out from Ghost's safe house, but you were getting tired, and the pain was still draining you piece by piece. Eventually though you came to a small one-story building in a big clearing on a hill. It was a nice little place, with great advantage points in case of ambush.

"We stay here for the night," Ghost said, hoping through a window.

This time it was your turn not to respond, just following him into the building.

"Since you'll be up taking care of that nasty thing, why don't you take first watch." he said, dropping some of his gear in a room he seemed to claim.

"Yes sir" you stated, annoyed at him, he must be punishing you at this point.

"I'll be sleeping, wake me when you get too tired." he said, hating how silent you were.

Dropping some of your stuff you went to get a med kit and a mirror. Settling in a room with two windows that looked different ways you got comfortable. Taking a moment to take care of yourself you held the mirror up and saw how bad it looked. It was large, but not as deep as it could be. Didn't need stitches, Ghost wouldn't have made you run if it was that serious. So, you cleaned up the dried blood from your face before bandaging it for a little so it could start healing.

You were determined to have the bandage off before you went back, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. But for now, you would keep it as clean as possible. When you were done, and the med pack was put back together you finally settled in for a long night of being hard on yourself.

Being a naturally anxious person made quiet nights like this hell, having just got in trouble in the past few hours. You escaped into your mind, trying to figure out how to be better as Ghost suggested. Though it might be extreme to some you decided the best way to stop today's event from repeating was to start being quieter. The messed-up logic being that if you don't speak as much you won't accidentally order your superiors around.

You also figured it best to stay on watch for as long as possible, not wanting to meet a cranky Ghost. So, the night fell, and you watched. At some point you saw it getting lighter out, realizing it was daytime you lost any hope of getting sleep. Watching the horizon, you failed to notice the massive, but quiet Ghost behind you.

"It's morning, why didn't you wake me?" he asked, with an edge to his tone.

"I never got that tired." you lied, barely keeping a yawn in.

"Don't lie to me" he warned, stepping closer, now only a little more than a foot separating the two of you.

You didn't respond.

"Jesus Christ Y/N I am not punishing you, fucking nine hours on watch is too much when there are two of us. We talked about this not even a month ago, four-hour shifts and you wake me up." He stated, anger radiating off his body, but it didn't seem to be directed all at you.

"What do you want me to do then" you asked, looking for some way to fix the mess you were in.

"Go sleep" He ordered.

"Yes sir," you said, gathering your shit and leaving the room.

It didn't take a genius to see how tired you really were, beating yourself up in your mind all night. Finding the bed Ghost had slept in you collapsed and fell asleep in seconds. Not even bothering with the blankets. But it didn't matter because you were so deep in sleep that a bomb could have gone off and you would have slept through it.

Regardless of how tired you were, waking up in a place that you weren't supposed to be scary. Opening your eyes in a flash, and frantically looking around. Seeing Ghost driving the truck you were in, you relaxed a little.

"Where are we?" you asked in a scratchy voice.

"Back road, thirty minutes from base" Ghost replied, in a calm tone.

"How long was I out?"

"Only six hours, but I was trying not to wake you." he said, sparing you a few looks.

"Why not just wake me up? Be easier than carrying dead weight." you said, starting to feel more awake with a stretch.

"You needed rest." Ghost said, but secretly he knew something you didn't know about your sleeping habits.

When he picked you up to put you in the vehicle, you weren't dead weight, you were very clingy weight. Almost immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go even after you were finally buckled in. But he wouldn't tell you, locking that memory in a vault for him to enjoy.

Nodding in response, but not liking the answer you tried to change the subject.

"So, what's happening?" you questioned.

"Managed to get in contact with Price, they secured what they needed and not casualties on our side. He was relieved to hear we were well though." Ghost responded.

"Ok, good to know."

The air went dead, neither one of you willing to break to silence. You were still trying to stay quiet, so you started picking at your nail beds.

"What, no comments to make over there?" Ghost finally managed after a few minutes.

"About what?" you asked, noting that Ghost saw you were acting differently.

"Anything, the weather, asking what we are doing next, fuck even something about how my mask is pointless from an optical perspective. Just something, you're always chatty." He said, frustrated because he wanted to hear your lighthearted voice ring through the truck.

"What if I just don't want to talk?" you asked, looking over, meeting his eyes for only a moment.

"You're making a bad habit of lying to me when it comes to you."

"I'm not lying" you bit back, starting to get snappy.

"Then what is your reason?" he pushed, not backing away from a little bark.

Looking through the window you quieted down and managed a response, but not one you wanted to give.

". . .My mouth makes me a liability, it can get me in trouble, and it did. I'm not exactly ready to go looking for more issues."

"That's what this is about? Seriously?" Ghost asked, almost sounding relieved that it wasn't something worse.

"Yeah" you said, feeling small because of his reaction.

"I was reminding you of your place, not telling you to shut up."

"You're still my superior sir, I shouldn't run my mouth, it's disrespectful." you tried to defend. Knowing full well it was a terrible defense at best.

" You know damn well that's bullshit. We are on a team; I need everyone at one hundred percent. I know for a fact when you aren't talking, you're mentally tearing yourself apart. That can't happen in the field." Ghost explained.

"How . . . Soap that mother fucker" you said, hearing your own words against you. Only telling Soap that when you're quiet you're usually not doing good on the inside.

"Don't blame him, I would have gotten that information eventually."

"Why do you even care?" you asked, managing to look back over at your L.T.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked, giving you another glance.

"No, you need me at the top of my game in the field."

"There you go" he said, almost in a protective tone like a father might say it to his kids.

"Then what do you want to do about it?" you asked, knowing Ghost probably wouldn't go for what you actually needed.

"I'm not in your head, what do you need?"

"Ghost, I can't ask those things of you" you said, looking to your lap.

"Do I have to order you?" he asked with a firmer tone.

"You really want to know?"

"Jesus, just spit it out."

"Pull over" you said, knowing it was pushing an order.

Ghost just nodded and did as you asked. Now stopped he gave you his full attention. Taking a deep breath, you told him.

"I need to hear you say that you don't hate me . . . and a hug."

You met his gaze and saw something in his eyes, some sort of understanding, and not a single ounce of rejection. Even still you felt the need to walk back your words.

"I can go to Soap if you don't want to," you said.

"No, it wouldn't mean as much from him."

Only managing to hum in agreement with the man. Looking back to his eyes he spoke.

"Y/N, I do not hate you . . . I actually quite enjoy your company." Ghost spoke, letting the British slip through a little more than usual.

His words caused tears to well in your eyes, never spilling over, but noticeably there.

"Thank you"

"Now get out of this vehicle and come get your hug." he said with warm eyes.

Practically jumping out of the truck you ran over to Ghost's side, where he stood, towering over you. Not even waiting for a confirmation that you could touch him, you leaped up, giving him a koala hug. Ghost was shocked but he had found his hands under your butt as you clung to him.

"Ok there, you Koala we need to get back on the road" Ghost teased, before letting you drop back to the ground.

"Yes sir!" you responded suddenly feeling so many different emotions.

Back on your game, you leaped into the truck with a smile on your face.

"Feeling better?" he asked after you were driving again.

"Much, thanks again Ghost."

"You know you can come to me, right? It doesn't just have to be Soap" he said, glancing in your direction again.

Ghost was watching you, he didn't usually keep looking over. Normally he would just drive, but you could see that something was different. So, when you responded you tried to match the weird vibe, he was giving off.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind . . . you know the mask isn't a bad thing, even if it isn't practical."

Taking a moment to let your words sink in a little, Ghost responded.

"You never wonder what's under it?"

"I never said that, but I figure it has to do with your issues, just like I have mine. Regardless, it's still a version of you . . . I still get to know a piece of you." you finished off quieter than you started, but Ghost heard you.

"That's a nice way to think of it," he said, soothingly.

You hummed in agreement and turned to the window, looking out to see a sunny, cloudless sky.

"You know, the sun is nice, but the sky is much prettier with clouds." You said, not meaning for it to be deep, but Ghost held your words close to his heart.

"Sounds like a good motto for life," he said.

"I suppose it is," you agreed with a smile.

The rest of the drive back to base was quiet aside from your little comments. It was nice, for both of you. So, when the base finally came into view you couldn't help but be a little sad you won't be able to spend more time with the man.

Sadly, you couldn't stop time, so you climbed out of the truck and greeted the rest of the team with a smile. Ghost seemed to disappear the second you didn't have an eye on him. Probably off to his room. But that was ok, you were happy with the small moment you shared in the privacy of that vehicle. Only hoping you would have the chance to see more of him in the future.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #comfort #cute #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #soft simon riley #car accident #fluff #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #x reader #x y/n #x you fluff #x you #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #helicopter #explosion #truck #modern warfare x you #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare ii

[sunshinegat0r]

This one is completely self-indulgent for me to make myself feel better. Recovering from surgery is hard, and it’s okay to cry about it and let yourself feel shitty! And then pour all your feelings into a comfort fic with your fave and toss it into the void! I promise it’s softer than the content warnings make it seem. I've been staring at this all weekend and I'm ready to let it go. :)

Scars ~ Zoro x GN!Reader

CW: Body dysphoria, discussion of medical issues, surgery, illness, scarring. Reader is GN but one gendered term is used at the end (girl). WC: 1,859

Music played softly in the room you and Zoro shared on the Sunny, the phonograph giving it a fuzzy quality. It was a subtle backdrop to your sniffles as you cried quietly on the bed, a stuffed animal clutched tightly to your chest, tears dripping steadily onto its plush head. Other items littered the modest room, gifts from your friends and crew mates to distract or help you through the recovery process. The phonograph was from Brook, the plush from Nami - Robin had, of course, given you plenty of books to read in bed. Sanji kept you well-supplied with soft foods, easy to swallow, whenever you had enough appetite to eat them. Usopp and Franky had even teamed up to build an attachment for your bed that adjusted the angle of the mattress so you could easily sit up. All of these physical signs of their love helped make the bedroom feel less like a prison and more like a safe nest during the weeks since your surgery.

Although staying cooped up anywhere for so long would doubtless be a drain on your mental health. There wasn’t a porthole in the room so you weren’t even sure what time of day it was. Since you could hear muffled shouts through the thick wood of the deck above, you assumed it was daytime - Luffy was probably up to something, maybe pulling Usopp and Chopper into his antics. You thought it had been long enough since your last attempt at a meal that Sanji would be sending something down - hopefully with Zoro, you weren’t feeling strong enough to face anyone else right now.

Sure enough, the bedroom door soon swung open, revealing a shirtless green-haired man balancing a tray of food on one hand. You dragged your gaze up to meet his. The feelings that skipped through your heart were relief… and a little bit of guilt and shame. That he had to see you this way. That you couldn’t get it together and relieve some of the burdens in your relationship he had taken on while you were recovering from the surgery.

Not that he would ever voice any complaints about your situation. Zoro gave you everything you asked for and more with a tender stoicism that you tried to ground yourself with. He was there when you woke up coughing in the middle of the night, bringing you ice chips. He massaged your calf muscles, sore after spending weeks in bed. He even tried to keep the rest of the Strawhats from pestering you too much - although you knew they were just worried about you (you think he even growled at Brook once when the musician wouldn’t leave you alone).

Now, Zoro took in your dull stare and disheveled state, slipping into the room and gently closing the door behind him. Frowning, he crossed the small space quickly and set the tray onto your crowded bedside table. Your lover crouched in front of you, taking hold of your hands, pulling them towards him. This loosened your grip on the stuffed toy and it fell to the side, bouncing onto the floor, revealing your chest and neck.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt anywhere?” Zoro asked you briskly but not unkindly. His eye danced across your body, checking for any bleeding or other abnormalities. Chopper had told him a few things to look out for in these next few weeks, but he didn’t see any signs of them. Finding none he relaxed slightly and met your gaze as you shook your head the tiniest amount.

Slowly you raised your head to stare at the wall behind him, straightening your bruised and scarred neck, baring it to the swordsman. It looked different than the last time he had checked on you, more pink and somewhat cleaner.

You cleared your throat, cheeks red with embarrassment, and in a small voice told him, “The glue was starting to peel a lot, so I started picking at a corner, and then… I couldn’t help myself once it started, and I peeled the whole thing off. Chopper said it would start to flake off around now anyways…” You couldn’t make yourself look at his expression. Closed your eyes as you spoke. “It didn’t hurt, but when I looked in the mirror afterwards, I- I had gotten so used to seeing it the way it was. And now it looks so different, and-” Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, thick and fast. You felt ridiculous. Zoro’s grip on you tightened, his thumbs starting to rub soothing circles on the back of your hands.

You took a deep breath, unable to stop crying but trying to steady yourself. “It’s so much more raised than I was expecting it to be, so much more… obvious,” you whispered. “My skin feels weird and it’s just freaking me out, and once I started crying, I just… I just-”

“Shhh,” Zoro hushed you gently, rising from the floor and gathering you into his arms as your tears turned into sobs once again. He didn’t say anything beyond making comforting noises and hums, letting you feel them rumble through his chest. His arms were strong around you, his body emitting a steady warmth that seeped into your cold limbs, warming you to your core. He let you cry yourself out, releasing all of your panic, sorrow, frustration from the past few weeks. Frustration with how slow the recovery process was. With how it felt like every time you took a couple steps forward, you took even more back again. At how you sometimes felt like a stranger in your own body. Zoro held you as you hiccuped your way through all of your emotions, providing a solid sense of stability for you to anchor yourself. One arm always remained firmly around you but the other slowly trailed caresses down your back, sending distracting and calming sensations through your body.

Finally your tears subsided and you lifted your head from his chest, heavy and exhausted. “Hey,” he whispered as his brown eye met your puffy ones.

“Hi,” you mumbled back, indulging in a long blink when he leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry I’m being such a baby about this-”

Zoro sternly says your name, exasperated. “You just had major surgery not even one month ago. Your body is healing, but your mind has to heal too. You need to give it the time it needs.”

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter. “How many times has Chopper said the exact same thing to you? And how many times have you listened?”

Zoro grinned at you, the expression lifting your mood more than anything else. “Don’t act like we’re the same,” he teased. “Besides, I give my body exactly enough time to heal before I start training again.”

“Bullshit!” you squawk indignantly, slapping a hand weakly against his chest. He chuckled at your protest but didn’t argue back. With your hand on his bare skin, you let him distract you from your malaise a little more. “…Where’s your shirt?”

He grunted, nodding his head to the side table. You saw a rumpled shirt you hadn’t noticed before next to the tray of food he had brought in. “Luffy was pigging out, as usual, and spilled a whole plate on me. I was going to work out after I checked on you anyways, figured I didn’t need it.”

You deflated at the thought of being left alone again so soon. The soothing tones from the phonograph wended their way to your ears, filtering through now that you had calmed down somewhat. You looked up at the swordsman, hesitant but hopeful. “Zoro… Would you dance with me? Please?”

And how could he resist when you asked so sweetly? Wetness still clung to your lashes and, despite the redness, your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. He couldn’t believe you thought yourself weak when, when Zoro looked at you, he saw the strongest person he’d ever met. The path from illness to diagnosis to treatment to, finally, recovery, had been such a whirlwind. And yet you’d still found moments to smile and laugh, to comfort him when his own paranoia got the best of him, when he struggled with being unable to protect you from your disease. When he felt that he wasn’t strong enough.

Unable to deny you anything, Zoro slowly stood from the bed, pulling you with him, never letting you leave the circle of his arms. The music drifted from one song to another, perfect for swaying together. Nimble on his feet during a fight, Zoro was all lefts when it came to dancing anything more complicated than a shuffle. You didn’t mind in this moment, too pleasantly surprised that he agreed without protest and tired from crying to move much yourself.

Your arms wrapped around his waist and you laid your head back against his chest, fitting in neatly right under his chin. You could hear his heart beating steadily, a metronome in your ear, and tried to match yours to it. He rested his head on top of yours and lazily started to sway with you. His grip was firm and protective, holding you close. The bedside lamp glowed with a cozy yellow light that made everything fuzzy - perfectly matched to the phonograph’s crackle. The world seemed to be slowing down to give you a chance to breathe.

His golden earrings chimed softly as he spoke, keeping his chin planted on the crown of your head. “Thought you’d trust my word when it comes to stuff like this. I’ve got plenty of experience with scars.” His tone was teasing, but it did give you pause.

With your face directly on his pectoral it was hard not to look at the giant scar that roped across his body. You brought your hand around to trace curious fingertips along it. Zoro wasn’t exactly one for any type of special skincare, so his scars all went untreated once the bandages were removed. No skin strips to lower them, no creams to make them more subtle or blend with his skin. And he had so many of them - his chest, of course, and his eye, but also scattered across his arms and legs. Each one was a story that he had survived. That he had succeeded in protecting what was important to him, and come out stronger for it.

Zoro continued to rock you as your fingers roamed. He could feel when you finally gathered your tumbling thoughts, your body tensing and relaxing as you let out a long breath of air.

“Well, at least it’s not on my back,” you finally stated, voice wobbling, halfway between joking and serious.

The swordsman raised an eyebrow at that before a laugh burst out of him, startling you from his chest. He cupped your cheek with one large hand, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. It’s like his smile transferred from him to you because you were wearing a slight grin when he pulled away. Zoro knocked his forehead against yours, still smiling proudly as he murmured, “That’s my girl.”

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[grapefives]

TEAR DUCTS | HC

zoro and luffy (seperately) with a (fem)lover that is half dead (and has their mask fall off)

background; y/n (an ex princess from an off-grid island) was hurt badly in a war between her kingdom and another, to the point she was left like a chewed up corpse. self sacrificing was all she could do to end said war, but in order to remain alive and travel, she used an acient magic spell to seem “normal”. after a recent battle, she forgets to use haki to bounce off as much damage as possible, causing the spell to lag.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff + descriptive gore + cursing

as soon as he sees you take the blow from the enemy, he spares you at most a glance

he knows you can handle it, you’re strong.

plus, he saw sanji back you up

but what surprised him was that you ran away

“Y/N!?” he asks, dodging his enemy’s attacks casually but worried and confused as to why you ran away

he battles his enemy when the other gets angry and goes full out. (still didn’t last that long but he put up a decent fight)

when everyone starts walking back to the ship, he sees chopper running as well.

“y/n is hurt!?” chopper screams, worried.

“is that why she ran?” luffy questions while catching up to his crew.

“i saw her bleeding,” sanji sobs, “i should have done better-“ he pauses, and then kicks luffy, “YOU should have done better!”

and luffy frowns, wondering just how serious it is.

as everyone files inside the ship, he wonders about what exactly made you run, you’re stronger than this

he sits down on a barrel, waiting for chopper to appear again, with either you trailing behind or some news

nami huffs, “you should go see what’s up, not sit around!”

luffy stares at her, “she’s fine, chopper’s got her-!”

“luffy! y/n doesn’t want to open the door to the operation room!” chopper sobs, “and i smell blood! plus!” he hugs luffy’s leg, “she keeps cursing to herself!”

“why don’t you bust the door down?!” luffy asks

“just go!” nami yells, and luffy bolts towards the room.

he knocks, testing to see if you’d open to him, which you do.

but what he sees doesn’t really… resemble you..

or.. the you he knows?

“y/n?” he feels worry bubble up, “what’s… a-aren’t you in pain!?” he goes to turn around to call chopper but you pull him in and close the door.

“l-luffy,” you heave, “listen-“ you stumble over your words, “i-“ you stare at him, seeing his eyes widen with horror at your real physique.

“i’m a zombie.”

his eyes snap towards you. “what!?”

you bite your inner cheek, “okay, not really a zombie but also yes?” you blush at his stare, “i just said it for you to understand more,” you look at him pleadingly, “i promise i was going to tell you sooner! i don’t really like how i look, especially now after a battle-“

“how’d it happen?”

you stared at him, eyes glassy. “i… i went through a war several years ago… most of these… spots where only bone is showing is due to how my body was rotting before the spell finally worked.”

“spell?” he furrows his brows. when it comes to you and anything you say, he takes it seriously.

“yes, a spell that makes me look more presentable. more… human.” you say softly, “i died before the spell activated, my kingdom slowly forgot about me and by the time i came back to life, i was just a walking corpse-“

“like brook!” he says, surprised and amused.

you nod, “like brook,” you smile a bit, realizing you had someone with a similar experience. “armament haki helps protect the spell, any harsh attacks makes it lag for quite a while-“

“so this is you?” luffy asks, “and..s they’re not from our battle?”

you shake your head, “no, no these are from my past.”

“why’d you hide?” he asks, “you look cool.”

you blink, “ah-“

“i’m just glad you weren’t hurt right now, but… do they hurt?” he asks, prodding at the ripped flesh gently.

you smile, feeling light. “no, they… they’re kind of numb. all the part intact are what feel the most pain.”

“like?”

“like my heart, my back… mmm, as you see my neck is sliced half way, so everything above it, like blows to my face i feel-“

“oh, so,” he grins, pulling you close, “you’d feel a kiss?”

you blink, more focused on how easy it is for him to touch you in this state. “y-yes-“ and he cuts you off with a gentle kiss

as you melt, you can’t hell but remember there’s still so much more for him to know. as well as the fact your crewmates will also learn the truth.

but knowing luffy, the man that holds your heart, is not seeing you like some sort of monster, you only smile and feel like you could face anything and everything.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff (?) + descriptive gore

when your body slams into his, mid battle, he grunts.

“you okay?” he asks, trying his best to worry over you while fighting off some lame bladed loser (that’s somehow putting up a decent fight)

“n-no,” you groan in agony, you’d think because he’s human he’d feel a little fleshy but really it felt like you were thrown into a wall.

your nails scrape some dirt and you grip some grass, fighting back vocal pain. his eye darts down to it, and to his horror, your hand looked at chewed up, almost shredded to the mere bone.

“HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OKAY!?” he asks, sending the enemy flying far away before crouching down to help you.

“huh? yeah, i’ll just walk it off-“ you freeze when you see his face.

fear and confusion. a look you knew well.

fear and dread seeped into your bone, you jolted to your feet and tried to make a run for the ship, hoping you could hide and later on gaslight him once the spell stopped lagging

but he grabs your arm- thankfully the one that is mostly flesh, and pulls you back.

“y/n.” he says sternly, but you can hear the fear and confusion in his voice. “we need chopper,” he states, ready to drag you towards the doctor, not caring about who he’s fighting.

“NO!” you dig your heels into the ground, strong enough to put up a fight. “PLEASE! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“THAT FUCKER HURT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE-“ he turns to you, noticing more past injuries of yours that the lagging spell is revealing. “how are you alive!?”

“I-“ your heart is beating in your ears, no one else is around, the two of you had strayed too far as the fight had began.

it was just you and him.

“zoro-“ your voice cracks, unsure how to even start. “this-“ would he still love you? still be affectionate? “this is me.”

“no, you need cho-“

“zoro!” you yell weakly, nerves eating too much of you. “this- this is the real me! i-“ you barely see him through your tears, “i’m a walking corpse! i used a spell to make me look normal! to make me look human!” you lower your head. “i know i look horrible! you- you don’t have to keep-“

you stop talking when zoro lets go of you. for a moment, you feel a pang in your heart.

negativity flooded your mind.

but then he sits down on the grass and closes his eye, almost like he’s meditating.

“sit.” and you sit.

“zoro-“

“why would i care what you look like?” he asks, opening his eye to loom at you. “not in a bad way,” he corrects himself. “your looks are like a plus to me,” he says, “i love that you’re strong. that you stand your ground. you’re levelheaded and so much more. whatever you went through to get those injuries, i’m betting it was pretty badass of you.”

you state, in full shock. “i-it was…?”

he smiles, “want to tell me what’s up?”

you take a deep breath. “um…” you wipe your tears away, “i… i belonged to a kingdom. it was at war, a few years back. my injuries weren’t as bad as they seem now,” you raise your hand to your neck, “i sliced my neck and took my own life to put an end to the war.”

“hm?”

“both kingdoms wanted me. as a puppet. just for face. but if neither could have me, there was no point to anything. so… i ended it… but before it, i casted an ancient spell, so that i could come back to life. it was supposed to happen quickly but it took a while, my body was starting to decompose and the injuries i had taken were the first to do so..”

“like a zombie.”

you smile, “yeah, somewhat.”

“then how come you’re like this right now?”

you look away, still uncomfortable. “i forgot to use my armament haki, to take less damage. any strong and harsh impacts cause the spell to lag.” you mess with a piece of flesh sticking out of your palm.

“hey,” he calls for your attention, you give it to him.

“hm?”

“c’mere,” he extends and arm.

you shake your head, “zoro, i’m all skin and bones! literally! brook would have so much joke material with me!”

but he gives you a look.

and you realize he doesn’t care what you look like. how different you’d feel.

“y/n,” he says softly, “you’re still y/n.”

you scoot in, heart racing. “zoro…” you say, still hesitant.

he grabs you anyway, pulling you close to his body. “tell me.”

“tell you?” you question, tense and with a desire to push him away.

“everything.” he says, “everything i don’t know about you.”

“there’s not much…”

“y/n… you’re still y/n.”

and you don’t understand why you burst into tears.

all you know is that zoro… is zoro. and zoro still loves you.

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[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH. 7

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“They’re just bugs! Why the hell are you scared of them!” Zoro demands of him and Sanji can't say anything about the iron mask and how Sanji couldn't fit his tiny, bony, malnourished hands into it to get the bugs to stop eating him. His mother cried looking at him during their escape or how his dad had found him in a panic attack because he got bit while outside once.

“They're a cook's worst enemy.” He says because that is also true.

“So you act like a little girl?” Zoro laughs at him. “Pathetic.”

“Stop pissing me off, asshole! At least I don't get lost!” Sanji yells as he lands a solid kick against the green haired man. He wishes he could be honest but he can't, he can't it will kill them if he is. The crew only just found out he's from the North Blue talking to a descendant of Noland the Liar, Cricket, and he's not sure people believe him.

Sanji fights a man who claims to be God in order to protect Nami and Usopp. He's electrocuted several times and he doesn't die. Sanji wonders if his death would be payment for the suffering his mother went through, especially if it was for protecting his crew. Would it be worth enough?

Luffy wins against God, he's Luffy. Of course he won. Enel, God’s name is Enel. The golden bell is ringing and it's gorgeous. He can't help but sing to the dead god under his breath as they leave Skypiea. The hymnal to a god of slaves as they leave. It's comforting as they head to Water 7.

The Foxy pirates are an interesting group and Sanji is made to be the ball in the final game. He's getting his ass kicked with Zoro. All the illegal moves are legal for them and Sanji can feel his ribs break. They win luckily. Luckily. They make it to Water 7.

The Merry is no longer seaworthy unfortunately and Usopp doesn't believe the builders as he starts to work on the Merry. The crew is fighting about it and Usopp leaves and Sanji, regrettably because it's Zoro making a good point, he agrees with the Mosshead that he'll have to make gracious apologies to come back to the crew.

They just don't expect Robin to leave either. They save her with the help of Franky. And Sanji takes on the Sea Train mostly by himself. He finds Usopp and they watch Robin and Franky be saved by Luffy and as they head back to give Merry back to the sea Nami catches it.

“Sanji! You're bleeding! What happened?” She yells at him as she rips the sleeves of his shirt up and sees the scabbed over cuts up both his arms.

“They're not that deep, they've already stopped bleeding too, don't worry!” He says, deflecting easily. “It's not my hands, I'll be fine! Promise!”

“I'm sorry you went through all that trouble for me, Cook-san.” Robin apologises.

“Nonsense, I would have done it for anyone on our crew.” He smiles at her as he fends Chopper off. He wouldn't expect the crew to do it for him because a cook is more easily replaced. Maybe they could find one Zoro got along with. Franky, Paulie, and Iceberg promise to have a ship ready for them in three days. The fourth day the ship is revealed and it's magnificent. Sanji loves the galley, it's for them and their ever growing crew, like Franky. They hang everything up from before.

Nami's trees are back on deck, Luffy and Chopper have a swing, Zoro can lift weights in the crows nest. There's more room in the bunk rooms. Nami's navigation room is huge and she's in love, the aquarium has the bar and library and Sanji finds more books from his childhood than he thought possible.

When they sail and find a skeleton named Brook and a ship island called Thriller Bark. Usopp, Nami, and Chopper are terrified and for good reason. Of course they go investigate the island despite Brook telling them not to. Luffy has to get this skeleton’s shadow back. Sanji will follow his captain to the end but he knows a warning when he gets one, a real one anyway.

After he saves Nami, because she got kidnapped and almost married off to the guy who had the clear-clear fruit and Sanji. Sanji has issues okay and he's so glad his crew isn't around or conscious enough to hear it. His shadow gets stolen and he sees his zombie fight Zoro and maybe they're meant to be enemies after all.

“Okay but we need to get our shadows back because the fog is gone and it's almost dawn!” Sanji yells at Zoro.

“And what do you take me for, Shit-Cook?” Zoro yells back as they fight Luffy's zombie until all the shadows are free. Luffy is passed out from exhaustion and Moria is gone. Somewhere. Sanji can't feel him or that pink haired girl anymore but there's someone new.

“We got company!” He yells pointing up.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro demands and Sanji could tell him it's Kuma, he could tell him about the paw-paw fruit but he stills in fear because he needs to protect his crew, his captain. Sanji gets thrown away when he attempts to attack as do most of the crew. “Leave my captain alone!” Zoro demands of the Warlord.

“If you take your captain’s pain I will spare him. I will not take his head.” Kuma says.

“You got a deal.” Zoro says and then Kuma gives him a taste and it's awful. Sanji can hear his haki scream in agony and pain. Sanji wishes he would never hear something like that again.

“Tell the crew to find another, Zoro.” He demands as he lights a cigarette and stands in front of Kuma. Except Zoro knocks him out and when he wakes he follows the searing pain until he finds Zoro. “Zoro? What happened?” He asks gently as goes and holds the man upright and starts leading him back. There's so much blood. Too much to be outside a normal human body and live and Sanji feels anger that Zoro, the one Luffy needs most, did something like this.

“What happened?” Zoro breathes raggedly as he lets himself be dragged. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Stay with me Moss, we’re almost to Chopper, okay?” Sanji says as he tries to go faster. Faster and faster because the crew needs them back and for Zoro to live. He lives and Chopper is thanking Sanji for finding him.

“You have as much resolve as he does, it was quite beautiful.” Brook says as he plays the piano.

“I thought you were a violinist.” Sanji says instead.

“I know a good amount of instruments.” Brook answers. “Do you have a request?”

“No, it's alright. Thank you, Brook. I'm happy you're joining the crew.” Sanji smiles at him as he goes and sits next to Zoro. “Fucking idiot Mosshead.” He sighs. He watches the crowd sing Bink’s Sake with Brook and wishes he was in Zoro's place. The nicotine steadies his shaking hands as he sings the lullaby about moon softly to Zoro. He sings again when Luffy climbs into his bunk shaking and clinging to him.

“Captain?” He asks at one point, clearly concerned because Luffy hasn't climbed out or fallen asleep. “How about some hot cocoa then? That's what I do-” he cuts himself off but Luffy is nodding and rubber arming himself around the cook so he gets up and makes his way to the galley.

“Luffy, I need you to get off me and free my arms, okay? You can still hold on if you want but I need my arms and hands.” Sanji explains and Luffy nods and his haki is scared and frightened. Sanji makes it and sits with Luffy at the table.

“What happened? I'm his captain, I'm supposed to protect us.” Luffy asks as he burrows into Sanji's side as the elder lights a cigarette.

“He's the first mate, Captain, his job is to protect you.” Sanji explains and Luffy buries himself into Sanji's side.

“Can you sing the song about the moon again?” Luffy asks and Sanji obliges, petting his captain’s hair. If it was him Luffy wouldn't be as sad because a cook is as replaceable as an oil lantern. Eventually he and Luffy both fall asleep and there's a photo of it on the wall the next day.

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The next one comes out two weeks later and Sanji looks both less ridiculous and more ridiculous. Mihawk and Sora stare at it perplexed because this one is an actual photo at least but his heart eyes are sickening.

“I hope it was a cat.” Sora murmurs.

“It was definitely a type of cat.” Mihawk sighed and took a light slap to his shoulder as penance.

They do not get another bounty poster, instead a wailing pink haired teenager, younger than Sanji floats into the parlour. The look Mihawk gives Sora as she observes the girl and flicks her hair.

“Well, she's not Reiju.” Sora says after going to sit on Mihawk's lap. The girl huffs indignantly at them as Mihawk wraps an arm around her and gives Pink Hair a look of anger.

“Ew, what an ugly name. So not cute.” Pink Hair sneers as she looks around. Sora stiffens and Mihawk is furious. He knows Sora didn't have much of a hand in anything involving her kids until her and Sanji's escape. The names were numbers and codes for experiments.

“I suggest you apologise and leave or I will make you leave.” Mihawk snarls.

“I would love to leave but I have no idea where my captain is! Where the hell am I?” Pink Hair snaps.

“Kuraigana.” Mihawk snaps back, grabbing Yoru’s hilt. Pink Hair follows his hand and her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit, you're Dracule Mihawk.” She whispers in horror.

“Yes, I am. You just so happened to insult my wife. Who the hell are you?” He demands.

“Dracule, she's a child.” Sora chides quietly.

“She's a pirate.” He says, fixing Pink Hair with a look. “And not a very bright one.”

“Gecko Moria is my captain, he's a warlord as well! I'm Perona!” She squeals out in terror.

“Moria? I haven't heard about him in ages.” Sora says. “You don't know where he is?”

“No, some stupid rubber kid wrecked everything.” Perona groaned. “I haven't heard anything in like a week.”

Sora fixed Mihawk with a look that made him frown at her. They both knew if Sora said the word Perona could stay. They both knew that she held so much power over him that if she told him he would die for her. It didn't take much as he released Yoru.

“She can stay as long as she's polite to you.” Mihawk relented. Sora nodded as she stood once again. She led Perona away to a spare bedroom he assumed. Perona and Sora appeared to be about the same size so she could wear Sora's dresses until he went on a supply run.

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[skellyghosts]

CONFLICTED FEELINGS • GHOST X TF-141!READER PART TWO

SCENARIO: you, the reader, have liked Ghost since joining 141. Over the years, you noticed small gestures from Ghost that were definitely meant in a "more than friends" way. in this scenario, there's conflicted feelings between you two, and you want to get to the bottom of this…. **told in y/n pov**

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The mission ended rather quickly when the cartel started blowing up everything.

I had gotten severe burns on my arms, got impaled by shrapnel, and dislocated my knee when I jumped out of a two-story window. I was thankful Rudy, Graves, and Alejandro managed to get me to the RV point to meet up with Soap and Ghost. Price, Goose, and Gaz were waiting in the chopper to fly all of us back. Rudy helped control the bleeding while Graves screamed into his radio to get the medical team ready.

Goose was practically crying as she tried to get the shrapnel out of my shoulder and face. From what I remember, I heard her praying in Japanese as she kept pressure on my wounds. Soap was beside her, the man cutting off my clothes to wrap the burns. As for the others, I couldn't see them

The moment got back, I was placed on a gurney and rushed to the ER. Ghost was the one by my side as the EMTs wheeled me in, one of them on top of me to make sure I was stable. The burns were numbing, and I couldn’t move my hands. My knee was bent in a crooked angle and exhaustion was starting to take hold. I inhaled shakily as an oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth, my breaths becoming short and erratic as pain erupted in my chest.

“They’re crashing!”

“We need to get them into surgery to remove the shrapnel!”

The lights went dim as I went in and out of consciousness. Ghost was shouting for me to stay awake while Goose and Soap questioned one of the doctors at a rapid-fire speed. All the sounds and noises around became static, and I slipped into the darkness that I fought against.

When I finally came to, my arms were wrapped, my knee had a brace around it, and my entire felt like I was still on fire. An oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth since it was hard to breathe normally.

Ghost sat beside my hospital bed, his head in his hands and his sweatshirt hood pulled over him. He seemed to be sleeping, but the minute I coughed roughly, he shot up to his feet and hovered over me.

"You're a massive fucking idiot, L/N!" was the first thing the man said to me as I continued to cough. When I tried to speak, all that came out was a raspy wheeze and my throat was dry and scratchy.

When Ghost saw my discomfort, he gently took off my oxygen mask and put a straw into my mouth. He patiently stood there, watching me weakly sip the room temperature water, the liquid stinging my throat but it also soothed.

"You were out for four days. Doc said you're going to be in here for awhile and the General is discharging you from the task force."

I almost choked on the water I drank when I heard that. Discharged?! I couldn't be! I had only been with the task force for a couple years and they want to get rid of me after this?!

"N..No..." I managed to rasp out as he set the cup of water on the bedside table.

Ghost looked at me, his onyx eyes staring back with so much guilt and solemness that it left me speechless. He's never looked at me like that. Hell, he's never looked at anyone like that, even in stressful situations. I've seen him get concerned about high risk situations, but I never saw him almost on the verge of losing it over me...

Me....

This is what Katsuki kept pestering me about all this time.

I knew there was something between us. I always have, but would Ghost actually let me close? Would he let himself be as vulnerable as he is right now if we ever became something more than comrades? Hell, would he even see me as anything more than his annoying newbie sergeant?

"I'm not leaving." My voice was just above a whisper as I stared back at him. "I'm not leaving the task force. Shepherd will have to kill me if he wants me gone from it."

I started coughing again, my chest burning from the smoke and dust I had inhaled. Ghost placed the oxygen mask back on and I sighed in relief, my eyes closing as my body relaxed again.

"Shepherd already has papers signed to relieve you of your services."

I stared in disbelief at the lieutenant, his eyes not meeting mine as he turned away to stare out the second story window.

"With that being said, I am no longer your superior and you are no longer a part of the 141."

Before I could say anything more to him, Katsuki walked in. She hesitated for a moment when Ghost rushed past her, but proceeded inside to come sit beside me.

"You gave us quite the scare. Graves was practically screaming for help by the time you got to us." Katsuki said to me as she messed with the long chain necklace she wore. The charm at the bottom was a plain rectangular locket with Kanji on it.

"Didn't think Graves cared about me. Last I heard, I was insufferable."

"Oh, trust me when I say he cares. You were new at the time and didn't exactly want you around. I managed to convince him you weren't all that bad."

We went silent for moment, Katsuki looking at the machines I was hooked up to and eyeing the mass amounts of bandages on my arms and neck.

"You heard, didn't you?" I asked her and the Sergeant nodded.

"I did, and if I have to march up to Shepherd's office myself and make him rethink his decision, I will. But," Katsuki paused for a moment, "I am surprised Ghost didn't say what he wanted to you though."

"What?"

Katsuki smirked and I already knew she wasn't going to tell me shit.

"You'll have to live in the suspense, Y/N. I will say this: Simon cares about you, even if he may not be good at showing it, but I see it. Whether its in the quips you two make, the stolen glances--a blind man could tell!"

"How can you be so sure though?"

Katsuki's smile grew as she gently brushed her fingertips over my hand to give me comfort.

"He tells me things."

She stood up and gave a two finger salute to me. I weakly nodded in response before she walked out of my room. It wasn't even a minute when Ghost came back in.

He didn't speak to me but rather sat beside me. I moved my hand to tap my finger on his, the man tensing at the physical contact I initiated. For a moment, I thought he would move away or reject the feelings I showed in that small gestures but when he intertwined my bandaged fingers with his, my heart almost stopped.

He looked down at me, those dark brown eyes boring into my soul. In this moment, I saw Simon Riley. Not Ghost, not my superior, but the man I had grown feelings for. I wished I could move, but every part of my body wouldn't do what I wanted.

Simon leaned forward and gently rested his forehead against mine. It was my turn to tense, but it wasn't from it being foreign, but rather because I didn't expect him to do it. I closed my eyes to savor this moment since it could be the last one we could ever have.

"Don't dampen the moment." He ordered, his voice the softest I've ever it be as he shifted beside me.

With what little strength I had, I pulled off my oxygen mask and lifted his chin so he could look at me.

"I'm trying not to." I replied, smiling sadly as tears ran down my face. "Once I leave, you'll forget about me."

Simon scoffed at me, shaking his head. "Fucking hell, you're a sap."

Before I could shoot back my own insult, he pulled off his mask and kissed me. My eyes widened at the sudden contact and the fact I could see him without his mask. His fingers were delicately placed at the back of my neck, his thumbs gently brushing against my cheeks. My heart raced rapidly and my face heated up. I think I heard the heart monitor spike from how stimulated I was in this moment.

The kiss was like a dream. His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft nonetheless--perfect in my eyes. His unruly blond hair stuck out in different directions, but that was quite possibly my favorite feature about him.

He was gentle, and I didn't expect that out of him. He was rough, never showing weakness. But here he was giving himself up to me and letting himself be vulnerable and small.

When he broke away to let me catch my breath, I stared in awe. I wanted to memorize every scar--every imperfection in his skin that I found flawless. I wanted those eyes stare at me with the softness they held right now. I wanted him, and I sure as hell knew he wanted me.

"You're sap as well, sir."

"Shut up, Y/C/S."

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this was the last part in the CONFLICTED FEELINGS mini story. thank you for reading! i do have a graves x reader one shot coming out soon and I have another ghost x reader coming out too. stay tuned!

if you any requests, feel free to send me a message or ask ;)

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #johnny mctavish #john price #gaz garrick #cod mw2 imagine #one shots #cod mw 2022 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo cod #rodolfo parra #soap x reader #ghost x reader #graves mw2 #cod mw2 oc #oc #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #xreader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #wattpad #fanfic #captain price #modern warfare 2022 #los vaqueros #requests #call of duty modern warfare ii #phillip graves

[glorious-spoon]

For the whump game: I'd love to request presumed dead, but that's not necessarily a great option for short fic. So let's go with human shield and/or bleeding through bandages for buddie? 💕

these are all SO delightful, but i decided to go with 'bleeding through bandages' and a hiking trip gone very wrong. <3

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If he’s going to die, Eddie thinks, at least he’s got a good view. The vibrant greenery overhead, golden sunlight filtering through the trees to form a halo around Buck’s head as he leans over Eddie. He’s beautiful, Eddie thinks. If only he didn’t look so afraid.

This is objectively a stupid way to die, after everything. He’s just registering that as a complaint, if only to himself. After everything he’s survived, it is stupid to die because of a hike on a sunny day, because a pocket of dirt had washed away beneath a flat stone on the trail and sent it and Eddie sliding halfway down a steep, rocky slope. 

Very steep; very rocky. Very sharp rocks. That wouldn’t have mattered if he were wearing his turnouts; he probably would have walked away with nothing worse than a twisted ankle and an impressive set of bruises. Instead, he’s got Buck leaning over him pressing down on his upper thigh with both hands and all of his body weight, doing his best to keep the rest of Eddie’s blood where it belongs.

It’s a familiar tableau. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, come on, stay with me,” Buck says, fast and frantic, and Eddie opens his eyes again in time to see Buck tear open a second bandage with his teeth. His hand is dripping blood, and smears of it linger on his cheek after he pushes the bandage hard against the deep, ragged cut that Eddie is pretty sure nicked the femoral artery.

“Still bleeding, huh,” he slurs.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. It’s okay, Eddie, they’re sending a chopper, it’s five minutes out—hey, hey hey, open your eyes, come on.”

He didn’t even realize he closed them this time. He blinks heavily. His stomach roils; he can taste bile on the back of his tongue. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just—keep your eyes on me, okay? Keep talking.”

“Kay,” Eddie manages. Buck’s eyes cut away from his face for a moment as he shifts his grip, bearing down with all his considerable strength. It hurts, a lot. Not as bad as the bullet did, at least. Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t broken any bones this time around.

But still. Familiar. 

“Eddie.”

He opens his eyes again. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, just keep your eyes open. Okay? Keep talking. Tell me something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. Anything. Just talk to me.”

“Kay,” Eddie mumbles. He blinks heavily, then forces his eyes open again. Buck’s face looms over him, pale and blood-smeared. And familiar. “I lied, you know?”

“What?”

“I lied.” His tongue feels heavy, his thoughts slow. “When you asked. In the kitchen. When you came over, and you asked what I remembered from being shot.”

“You said you didn’t remember anything.”

“Yeah. I lied. I remember you.” It still isn’t much. He was in and out of it the whole ride, but he remembers this: Buck looming above him, pale and terrified and smeared with blood. He remembers thinking then, just like he’s thinking now, that he wouldn’t mind so much if Buck turns out to be the last thing he ever sees.

Buck’s face crumples horribly. “Eddie.”

“And I didn’t know,” Eddie continues doggedly. “What to say. How to tell you—”

There’s a roaring sound echoing around them now, and it takes Eddie a moment to realize that it isn’t just blood pounding in his ears. Dust and debris kicks up as the helicopter starts to make its descent; Buck leans over him to shield him from the worst of it. Eddie can smell blood and the earthy-sharp scent of sweat; Buck’s face ends up very close to his, almost nose to nose.

“Should have told you,” Eddie murmurs into the space between them.

Buck’s mouth tilts into a very wobbly smile. “You can tell me at the hospital.”

A pair of helmeted paramedics are making their way up the slope, backboard in hand, as the chopper hovers in the air overhead.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie says, and lets his eyes slip shut.

#911 #911 fic #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fic

[respectthepetty]

you know what? it's taken a bit but I get it now. I get the Chopper apologist movement. Because he's out here basically bleeding "I'm trying my best" while people tug him left and right. When Nueng gets back to school the look on his face was so full of emotion? And watching that fade from his eyes was painful.

and I get the why but I keep going "he's just a dude!" when people talk to him.

and I know how this all ends but I'm still holding on to some weird hope that he sends his dad packing! please.

@solaarflaree, Chopper is the BEST BOY who has ever walked these BL streets!

I already publicly apologized to him, and I listed him as the Greenest Flag, but I need everyone to understand just why this boy is the Bestest Boy in a league of Best Boys that includes King (Hit Bite Love), King (Bed Friend), and Tinn (My School President).

He was not the lead. He was a support character WHO SUPPORTED EVERYONE!

He even supported the guy who broke his heart

He supported him so much, he gave his best wishes to Ben pursuing HIS COUSIN

And he supported his cousin being with the guy who broke his heart --- WILD! The Kings and Tinn could never. They are good guys, but they aren't the BEST BOY.

He was honest to Nueng, Ben, Palm, AND his shitty father

As you stated, he was just a boy. All these other boys were fucking up every other second, yet gave our BEST BOY no relief. Ben sucked often, yet demanded Chopper snitch on his dad. Nueng was screwing up the first half of the show, but told Chopper he was awful. Palm was blinded by love and doing questionable things, but had the nerve to jump Chopper and throw him against a wall. If we are excusing all the rest of the boys, our BEST BOY deserves the same grace.

He wasn't just doing his best; he was doing better than the rest

He didn't kill his dad, which still bothers me, but that only proved he was the best. He wasn't going to throw out his morals by killing someone making him no different than his shitty father.

I liked Never Let Me Go, but the ending I really wanted for my Lamb Chop was him leaving all their asses behind and living his best life as an investment banker chatting about bitcoins on Reddit while getting all the British booty.

He deserves to be the best Sugar Daddy he wants to be. Amen.

#Never Let Me Go #SD Chopper is his final evolution #Lamb Chop deserved better #Chopper deserved hugs and kisses #Not punches and disses

[wurm-food]

Never Let You Go | Sanji x GN!Reader

Request: Sanji (in usual Sanji fashion) sacrifices himself for you so you don’t get hurt but he does get really injured and then you two finally have your first kiss?

Word count: 1k One Piece Master List

CW: SFW, angst, bodily injury, blood, surviving a fire, mutual pining, self-sacrifice, happy ending (promise) Read this work on AO3!

White hot pain shot through your legs with each excruciating step as fire rapidly devoured everything around you. Between the heat and the smoke, you could barely breathe, your knees threatening to buckle from exhaustion at any moment. But you couldn’t stop, not when you’d come this far. The outside was so close, you could finally, barely make out the Thousand Sunny through the ashen haze. “Just a little further, Sanji,” every word burned your dry throat. You looked at the motionless man you were supporting over your shoulders, bloodied blonde hair matted against his forehead. No response.

“SANJI?” With all of the strength you could muster, you frantically shook him, hoping to jostle him back to consciousness. Panicked thoughts swirled through your mind. He has to wake up, please wake up, it can’t end this way, not like this. 

It didn’t matter how capable you were at fighting or how loudly you protested, Sanji never failed to jump head first into danger to protect you. “If I let someone like you get hurt, I couldn’t call myself a man,” he’d say, always ready to play the chivalrous one, the martyr, the damned fool. You’d hoped after all of your scoldings, that maybe he’d finally listen to you. You were more capable of taking care of yourself. You wished he’d finally trust you…

A low, weak groan rumbled from Sanji’s battered, cracked lips “Y/N… ‘m sorry… jusht reshting…” Slurred words were better than none. He’d lost a lot of blood before you were able to reach him and drag him away with you. Your emergency bandaging could only do so much. He needed Chopper to treat him as soon as possible before… before…

You pushed the thought out of your mind, relieved to hear Sanji’s broken words as you struggled to lift him back onto your shorter frame, limp arms dangling around your shoulders. “I know, I know. You need to stay awake for me ok? We’re almost home, just talk with me a little alright?” Such brave, hopeful words said in your own shaky voice. You couldn’t help but notice the warm, sticky wetness that soaked your back where he laid. The makeshift dressing you fashioned wasn’t holding back the bleeding any longer, time was running out. Through gritted teeth, you pushed yourself to drag Sanji’s wilted frame a little faster. You were so close, but it still felt so far away. 

“L-leave me…” he whispered, barely audible over the sound of burning lumber and Sanji’s heavy dress shoes dragging behind you.

“Not happening.”

“I’ll be f-fine, just–”

“Sanji, you can’t even walk. I’m not leaving you like this.”

“‘s not worth it if–”

“Sanji!” Your voice broke painfully around his name in your throat. Hot tears bubbled over your stinging eyes, steps never faltering. “I’m not leaving you behind! I don’t care if we both die here, I’m not giving up on you!” With what little strength he had, he lifted his head to look at your tear soaked face. Somehow, even among the blood and bruises that decorated his face, his expression looked more painful than before.

“Y/N…”

“Why can’t you see that you’re worth fighting for?” you sobbed, pleading desperately to the blonde. “Why can’t you see that I’m never going to let you go?”

Crackling timber continued to crash around the both of you, plumes of ash filled your lungs with fire. You finally stopped moving forward to look at Sanji. Though weak, barely hanging on to consciousness, he gazed at you with wide glassy eyes. The thought of him being worthy of saving never really crossed his mind, even on the verge of death. It was always someone else whose safety mattered more, a savior complex that outweighed any self-preservation instinct. He was born to serve, to be useful, and if he was lucky, to sacrifice it all to protect someone he cared for. Someone he loved.

As his ocean blue eyes welled up and spilled silent tears, you felt your heart twist in your chest. How could he, the person who made you feel the most loved, not see himself as deserving of that same love? You had so much you still wanted to say, so much you were too afraid to tell him before. It couldn’t end here. You gritted your teeth and steadied your breath as well as you could. “Let me save you for a change, ok?”

Without a word, he nodded meekly as you continued forward, counting down the steps until you felt the cool air of the ocean ignite your sweat covered skin in a chill. Dizziness and exhaustion overtook you as you collapsed under Sanji’s weight. The cries of your crew members filled your ears as they rushed to your side.

“Chopper!” you sobbed hoarsely. “Please help Sanji, there’s so much blood, I tried–”

“He’ll be ok,” Chopper reassured you as he rummaged through this pack for clean bandages and anesthetic. “You did a good thing to dress his wounds. I’ll start treatment here before moving him to the Sunny.”

Nami rushed to your side to check on you, pushing your sweat-dampened hair to the side, brown eyes flooded with tears. “Thank goodness you’re both alright! I was so worried when we didn’t see you back!” 

“Nami, I need to–” you wriggled free from Nami’s embrace to crawl back to Sanji, now on his back against the cold earth. His eyes barely cracked open to see you, a weak smile spread across his lips. “You saved me. What did a guy like me do to deserve to be saved by someone as lovely as you?”

“Shut up,” you managed to chuckle. He had enough strength to flirt, that was a promising sign. You moved strands of crusted hair from his forehead, tracing his cheek. “You should say ‘thank you’ instead of the self pity crap.”

Sanji managed a labored laugh as he held your hand that cupped his face. “Thank you, Y/N.” He was alive, you both were. And judging by the softness of his tired eyes, he was happy to have been saved. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips like a whisper as Sanji smiled below you.

“You’re welcome.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #op fic #op fanfic #one piece reader insert #wurm.txt #wurm.fic

[shmaptainwrites]

[CH. 3] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 3: Devil's Advocate

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, B.J. Hunnicutt, Sherman Potter, Radar O'Reilly

Summary: Reader is introduced to a side of Hawkeye she can get used to

Warnings: descriptions of death (a bit more of a personal one in the OR), angst

Note: Not gonna lie this is one of my favourite chapters and I'm not even sorry about it

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“Where in the world did you get all these animals, Radar?” you chuckled as you held a guinea pig in your arms. 

“Oh you know, here and there,” he shrugged and fed the guinea pig in your arms a piece of lettuce. 

“Radar is an animal whisperer,” B.J. told you. “The Colonel’s horse was an injured horse from the cavalry and he insisted Hawkeye and I go out and stitch him up instead of having him put out of his misery.” 

“I imagine the sight of Pierce and B.J. trying to lasso a horse was comical,” you snickered at the thought of it and Radar joined in, knowing that B.J. had in fact attempted to lasso the horse so Pierce could sedate it but ended up lassoing Pierce instead.

“Oh, I just love animals,” you kissed the guinea pig’s head. “I had a dog when I was growing up in New Hampshire. A great dane, his name was Tiny,” 

B.J. gave you an incredulous scoff, “Tiny?” 

“My dad thought he was being funny, but in his defence, he was tiny when we got him. I was just a baby so I don’t remember much, but I grew up with that dog by my side. He was my best friend, protected me from everything and anything.” 

“Dogs are loyal companions,” B.J. agreed. 

“I’m more of a cat person,” Radar said. “We have sixteen back home.” 

“Sixteen?!” you looked at the boy in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” Radar chortled. “ I coughed up a hairball when they were giving me my army physical.” 

“Ew,” you grimaced. 

“You’re a trauma surgeon and that grosses you out?” B.J. teased you and you slapped his arm. 

Suddenly, Radar looked very alert before whispering, 

“Choppers,” 

And by this point, you and B.J. knew he was right, even if you couldn’t hear them yet. 

Just as Radar had suspected, helicopters were coming in left right and centre and before you knew it you were back in the OR operating with the other surgeons on your shift. 

You had operated on at least eight soldiers when you were about to prepare yourself to bring another. Your mask had gotten dirty so Klinger was rushing to get you another one, and when the one you had slipped off your head as you were walking out to the prep area you felt someone grab your arm tight. 

When you turned you saw a boy, no older than seventeen/eighteen looking up at you with desperate eyes. 

“Mom?” he called. “Mom please don’t go,” 

B.J. was about to step in to break the bad news to the boy but you stopped him. You saw what he looked like when he got in, there was no chance he’d make it out of the OR alive. 

“It’s alright, I’m here,” you bent down and held one of his bleeding hands. 

“M-Mom I don’t wanna die, please m-mom, please,” he begged. 

“Shh, it’s alright, honey,” you whispered. “Everything’s going to be okay,” 

You were lying, so blatantly, but what were you supposed to do? 

The whole OR was silent, free of banter, all free eyes were on you, and all ears were listening to the conversation you were having with the dying soldier. 

The boy brought his hand up to hold your face and you used your free hand to hold him there. 

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him. 

“M-m-mom, please,” he begged. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re so strong you know that. I’m so proud of you,” you paused to look for his dog tags, to say his name and that’s when you choked. “I-I’m so proud of you Grant.”

Grant reached his free hand into his pocket and shakily pulled out something, they must have missed it in pre-op, a photo and a letter. 

“I’m so s-s-sorry mama,” he apologized, tears streaming down his dirtied and bloodied cheeks. “I didn’t mean t-to hurt you.” 

You hadn’t noticed up until that point, but it seemed as though a few tears of your own had escaped and Grant attempted to wipe them from your face. 

“No, no, you don’t be sorry, darling,” you tried to put on your best smile, through the shock, the hurt you felt for this poor boy, for his family…for his mother. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“I-I-I love you,” his voice became worn out, quiet gasps with each word and you knew what was coming, but nothing could prepare you for how you’d feel after it.

The lump in your throat grew as you could feel his grip loosening, his hands slipping from yours, leaving a streak of blood on your cheek. You couldn’t move. You felt frozen in place, yet shaking. 

You heard B.J. call your name, but it was faint, distant in the background.

He called you again and you blinked a few times trying to snap out of it. 

“He’s gone, come here,” he pulled you away carefully and took the letter and photo from you so they could bring in the next body that needed to be operated on.

“Captain, go take ten,” the Colonel instructed and you blinked blankly before nodding and stepping out of the doors of the OR and out of the building for some fresh air. 

It started to hit you more out there, the cold night air against your skin sobering you up. 

A couple of moments after you had exited, your hands wrapped around your midsection, still trying to process what had just happened, you heard the door behind you swing open. 

You turned around to see who was there and when you came face-to-face with Pierce you just shook your head. 

“Pierce, just go away. I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled. 

“I think maybe just this time you should listen to me.”

“Pierce, I’m serious,” you turned to him with tears welling in your eyes. “Leave me alone.” 

He chuckled humourlessly and shook his head. 

“You don’t want to be alone right now,” he opened his arms. “Come here.” 

You shook your head and turned away from him. He called your name and you bit the inside of your cheek, knowing damn well he was right, and slowly turned and walked over to him until he wrapped his arms around you and your face was buried in his chest. 

You let out a strangled sob and he squeezed you tighter, making sure you knew he was there with you. 

“Th-That’s my s-s-son’s name,” you managed to get out. “And he c-called me mom and I-I-I-,” 

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, it’s gonna be fine.”

He said those same lies to you, the ones you told that poor boy in there, and you believed them. There was still a war raging outside, but you believed him, everything was going to be okay. It’s not like your husband was six feet under, and your kids were at home without their mother. Everything was going to be fine. 

After your tears became silent, he pulled you slightly away and took a damp cloth from his pocket. He must have grabbed it before coming outside. He carefully took your face in one hand, thumb and forefinger holding your chin up, so he could clean the blood mixed with dirt and tears off your cheeks. 

When he was finished he placed the cloth back in his pocket and used the heel of his palm to wipe away a few of your remaining tears. You weren’t sure what compelled you, but the feeling of his arms wrapped around you made your heart beat slower, your breathing even, and your mind almost clear, and you didn’t want that to go away just yet. 

So you wrapped your arms around his again and he let his chin rest on the top of your head while he soothingly rubbed your back. 

You stood there, just the two of you for a few seconds, or maybe it was a few minutes, in the silence of the night, and when you had no tears left to cry you felt empty. That meant it was time to get back to work. 

You pulled away from him and wiped your tears, apologizing for getting his shirt wet. 

“You ready?” 

You nodded. Another lie. 

“Me neither,” he said softly and you both turned to walk back into the OR. 

—

“And how the hell did this happen to you?” you sighed, slipping on a white coat and putting on gloves before examining the damage done to Pierce’s head. 

“Father Mulcahy organized a baseball tournament for the nurses; some of them are very strong but have no aim whatsoever.”

“If that nurse was a man that’d be a big turn-off,” you mumbled and Pierce cracked a smile at your joke. 

“I can assure you I am both strong and have good aim,” 

“We’ll, it’s too bad everything else about you is a turn-off. Now hold still,” you grabbed his head and looked at the cut. 

“Ow, ow, woman! Careful!” 

“Maybe you should get out of the nurses and Father's way when they’re playing baseball, that way you won’t need…” you counted in your head. “Four stitches.” 

“Glad I’m not in your place Hawkeye,” B.J. patted his back. 

“B.J., can you grab me a local anesthetic?” 

“You sure you don’t wanna make him sit and squirm?” he teased. 

“I’m tempted,” you eyed the dark-haired Captain. 

“Don’t even joke about that B.J.,” Hawkeye warned. 

B.J. got you the local anesthetic and you carefully injected it near the cut and waited a short minute before proceeding with the stitches. 

“Stop squirming, Pierce,” you chastised. 

“Sorry, it just feels so natural to do around you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Who hurt your Pierce, because every time I think you’re a decent guy you go and convince me otherwise.” 

“Her name’s Carley,” B.J. interjected. “Trust me, she messed him up good,”

“At least there’s a reason,” you sighed. 

“What happened to minding your own business,” Pierce looked at B.J. 

“Sorry, that’s my fault I taught him how to gossip,” you joked and Pierce eyed you and then B.J. like you were in on some plan together. “Okay, I’m almost done, got the bandages B.J.?” 

“Right here,” he placed them on the equipment table next to you and as soon as you tied off the last stitch you cut a piece of bandage to tape to his head. 

“Done?” Pierce asked. 

“Almost, B.J.,” you called the other surgeon and you both nodded before kissing the bandage. “There now you’re all set.” 

“Just as long as neither of you gave me some kind of infection.” 

Pierce grabbed his coat and hopped off the gurney, while you cleaned up. 

“Hey, thanks for stitching me up.” 

“No problem, no head-butting until it’s healed,” 

“What if it’s with a trained professional?” he asked. 

“A trained professional?” you raised a brow.

“Like you, considering you’re always butting heads with me,” 

“And what I suppose you want other parts of us to play whoopee too?” 

“Your words, not mine,” he winked and you scoffed, not believing you fell for that. “See you later, my tent, 7 pm?” 

“Nice try, Pierce. Better luck next time.” 

He gave you a lazy salute goodbye and you shook your head as he left the building. That man was one thing if not relentless. 

Tags: @montyfandomlove

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x reader #mash #mashblr #mash fanfiction #hawkeye pierce fanfiction

[beanghostprincess]

We talk a lot about Sanji protecting Usopp, but we keep ignoring how beautiful and hot it would be for Usopp to lose his mind over somebody hurting Sanji.

There's this huge fight against another crew, and in theory, everyone has their own fights already and there aren't any problems. But turns out the guy Sanji is fighting against is a sniper or, well, a long-distance fighter and something Sanji can't win with his combat style. But he's stubborn and he keeps wanting to win because otherwise he'll feel useless (he already can't fight against women, he's not gonna let this guy do this to him).

But he's bruised and bleeding and struggling to keep up more every time, and everybody's focused on their fights so they don't pay much attention to it. It's Sanji, he'll handle it. But he can't handle it, actually, and it hurts. Mentally. Physically. Everything hurts. But he doesn't give up or ask for help because that's just the way Sanji is. The guy he's fighting against is about to pull one of his moves, and Sanji might be stubborn, but he's smart enough to know that this one is going to be the end of the fight and probably him if it keeps hurting him this way.

He's hurt and weak and breathless and scared, for once, so fucking scared. So he closes his eyes and prays for the best.

Then, all of a sudden, he hears a loud scream and incoherent cursing when a presence appears right in front of him, making him open his eyes.

"Hey, babe." Usopp smiles down at him quickly before returning his eyes to the damaged guy in front of them, preparing his slingshot for another attack. "Need a helping hand from your amazing captain Usopp?" Sanji doesn't even have the strength to talk. Too embarrassed about it. Too hurt, too. The cook presses his hands into fists and tries to stand up, failing and falling to the ground in the same second. Usopp frowns, concerned. "Love-"

"I can help! I can win! Just-" He feels like crying, but that would be more humiliating than his boyfriend having to save his ass. He keeps staring at Usopp's back, and he just feels so protected and warm by his presence that it almost makes him feel bad how nice it feels to be covered. "I can do this!"

"You can't." Usopp mutters, ready to attack again. "But that's fine. I'll just do what you can't, right?"

The cook can't fight against that logic. Their logic. His logic, to begin with. But he still feels like he hasn't done enough to help. Like he's a failure for even thinking about how romantic and good it feels to be taken care of this way for once.

But even if the frustration is still a lot, he gives in to Usopp's words. "I guess." He sees Usopp aiming at the guy, far away from them. So much Sanji can't even see him properly. His boyfriend stays quiet for a long while, his breathing is heavy and his hands are shaking. Sanji keeps hearing him curse under his breath, and he doesn't know where his funny and charismatic sniper has gone. So that raises a question: "Are- Are you mad at me? For not asking for help?"

Because it has happened before. Countless times, at this point. Usopp never gets truly mad, but he does always end up worrying too much and begging Sanji to stop fighting on his own all the time and start relying on others.

Sanji can see some sort of smile from where he's sitting. "Mad? At you?" His hands stop shaking to aim better, squinting. He never ends up answering the question, leaving it in just a sarcastic scoff. "Are you alright? How much did he hurt you?"

The cook frowns at that, holding his bleeding arm close to his chest and refusing to look down. "It's fine. Chopper will-"

"How much did he hurt you, Sanji?" His voice is way deeper now. Serious. It makes Sanji shiver under his words.

He doesn't have the heart to tell him, but he does it anyway. "My arm-"

"Legs?" Sanji ignores the shaking that suddenly takes over Usopp. "Can you move?"

"I'm sorry-"

"You have nothing to apologize for." And then, he goes back to aiming. This time it does feel like he's about to attack. "I'll protect you when you can't. I'll fight when you can't. I'll save you when you can't save yourself. I'll make people regret their actions when you can't... And this scumbag has some apologizing to do."

So Sanji watches as his boyfriend takes the other sniper down with sudden, swift movements that the cook can't even see properly and doesn't even understand, at this point. He keeps watching as Usopp beats the shit out of this random pirate because he decided to hurt him. The sniper keeps on attacking and attacking and attacking and Sanji can only see him move in front of him, cursing under his breath and hearing his name being repeated over and over again like a mantra Usopp keeps to gain courage.

The fight ends almost instantly for Sanji, the obvious winner of the fight shining over him with an exhausted smile and some wounds that aren't nearly as bad as Sanji's. "What? Impressed of your boyfriend saving your ass for once?"

Sanji doesn't know how to tell him that he has never been more in love with him.

They help him get up from the floor (Franky ends up carrying him), and nobody makes a single comment about this thing happening. Not even Mosshead, who's walking right behind him with Usopp by his side. Sanji pretends not to, but he listens to every word of the conversation.

"Well done there." Zoro keeps his monotone tone, but he always sounds a little bit happier when talking to Usopp. "I'm surprised you weren't scared to death."

Sanji senses Usopp being offended even before it happens. "Hey! Have more faith in me, idiot!" The sniper sighs. "The one thing I'm good at and you still say these things..."

He doesn't have to turn around to know Zoro's shrugging his shoulders. "I just figured you'd do your thing."

"I was scared." Sanji can't gasp at the confession, but he buries his head deeper on Franky's back. "But it's just- My feet just moved on their own." The cook knows Usopp's looking at him. He always knows. "Besides," He takes a deep breath, his next words coming out from a place deep in his heart Sanji has never seen. "I can't let anybody take him away from me."

Sanji fights the urge to jump to his arms, and decides to give in to sleep right away, not fearing who might attack from behind anymore.

Usopp will just do what Sanji can't.

#protective usopp my beloved #next is one of their children (the ocs i made and i haven't made a post abt yet bc idk if y'all would be interested) being kidnapped #and these two losing their fucking mind #short lil thing i wanted to post bc i've been working all day and i feel like i haven't posted anything #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #roronoa zoro #spreading the zosopp besties agenda bc zoro is always here in my sanuso things