#might fck around and write this

[mrprettywhenhecries]

something something idtyn au in which win starts dating steve after breaking up with billy, only to realize she still has feelings for billy and the two of them have to learn how to share her 😫

#joz.txt #maybe might fck around and write something for this some time

[nectaric]

me when zeus: (:

#nothing but coherent thoughts tonight #i’m too busy playing sims but tmrw i might fck around and write

[ichoric]

thank u for the bday wishes 🥺

#did some neat tours today #now I’m crashed but also wide awake??? might fck around and write! #ooc #i forgot to thank BDKSBSK

[laura1633]

HI! Thoughts are being thunk, could you do a drabble about Charles being obsessed with Max belly bulge when charles fcks him? Dying for it

Thx for writing so beautifully

Hi Anon, thank you so much ♥️ and thank you for the ask (and the rather lovely image 😄) I have had a go at writing a small little drabble below, although this was something new to me so hopefully this is kind of what you wanted, if not then sorry - my mind just went this way! 😆

“You ready?” Charles hums as he mouths lazily at Max’s neck. The Dutchman moans with each press of the lips, the sound vibrating up his throat as he spreads his legs wider and starts rocking against Charles' body. 

“Just go slowly” Max’s eyelids flutter as he looks up at Charles, “to start, go slow” 

He looks a little nervous. Charles doesn’t really blame him, in fact Max has gotten a lot further than most guys that the Monegasque has been with. Nearly every single one has taken one look at his cock and absolutely insisted on topping. Not Max though, Max looked at it and practically drooled before grabbing the lube and telling Charles to start opening him up ready. 

Charles fully intends to follow Max’s instructions and go slowly. Two guys have let him top previously and both never managed his full length. Max looks absolutely determined though. They have spent the best part of two hours prepping the Dutchman. Charles starting with his tongue before progressing to fingers and finally working up to the rather large dildo Max had tucked away in his bedside cabinet. 

There is a definite gape in the Dutchman’s hole now, in fact the more Charles stares at it the more he thinks Max might stand a chance of taking him as promised. Except it is not really just the girth that is the problem. 

“Please Charles” Max keens and pouts as Charles takes his time lining up. The soft mewling sounds turn to hisses though the second Charles’ cock pushes in past his rim. It burns despite the intensive prep and if Max thought the Monegasque looked big then its nothing compared to how big he actually feels as he is sinking in - hot and huge and filing Max up to the point that it seems like there is no room for anything else - not even breath - Max pants out heavily as he tries desperately to free space up inside himself. 

“You good?” Charles stokes his hand down Max’s jaw as he keeps inching in. Max’s eyes are watering already but he’s not asking to slow down just moaning for more and more. 

Charles’ hips stutter slightly and Max groans again, his body feels like it might be too small to accommodate all of the Monegasque and yet he is still trying and willing and eager. 

“Why do you have to be so big?” Max half laughs, half moans. He’s been with guys on the larger side before but not like this. Charles’ cock feels like it’s spearing him open and irrationally Max feels like it’s pushing all the way up into the folds of his throat. 

“Just relax” Charles coos as he feels Max tensing up around him. The Dutchman is moaning and scratching down his back and his legs are shifting against the sheets as he tries to adjust to what is happening to his body. Charles does something he hasn’t done before though - bottoms out. And its fucking glorious 

The Monegasque reaches out and strokes his palm over the curve that is now clearly visible in Max’s stomach. 

“Oh fuck” Max whines loudly as he realises what Charles is doing. The Dutchman reaches down with shaky hands and soothes over where the Monegasque’s cock is pushing up against his skin, “I can feel you” Max doesn’t just mean from the inside, he can feel the shape of Charles’ cock pushing against his taut skin and filling his inside entirely. 

Charles rocks his hips back a little, just a few inches, just enough to see Max’s stomach flatten and then re-inflate as he pushes back in. He’s seen things like this in porn before but honestly thought it was some camera trickery. It doesn’t feel real that Max is taking this, that his stomach is inflating with each movement. Charles feels like he’s - 

Impaling Max. Taking him over completely. Utterly claiming him. 

And Max is willing him on and rocking up against him and looks like he is completely coming undone. 

The Monegasque keeps one hand pressed against Max’s stomach so he can feel the bulge push against him each time he bottoms out. Max is sweating and writhing around and moaning happily. 

“You’re doing so good” Charles reassures as he leans in and peppers kisses along Max’s collarbone. The Monegasque’s vision starts to blur around the edges, Max’s body looks like it’s expanding more than humanly possibly, his belly so rounded he looks - reshaped - or even - 

“You look fucking pregnant” Charles blurts out as he sees Max’s stomach round out once more. Max moans obscenely at the thought and encourages Charles on. 

The Monegasque snaps his hips back and forth. Stares and stares and stares out how Max is taking him as he fucks into the Dutchman at an increasingly desperate pace. With each thrust they both moan and pant and Max starts fucking screaming and crying as he orgasms again and they both watch the come splatter down over the Dutchman’s swollen stomach. 

Charles buries himself as deep as possible into Max and watches as the skin pulls tight and it looks like he is about to rip out of the Dutchman’s body. He comes so hard he feels like he’s flooding Max’s insides to the point the Dutchman might drown in it. As he pulls out slowly the come seeps out and trickles down Max’s shaking thighs. 

“Shit” Charles collapses down on the bed, his whole body trembling, “You did take it all, fuck you took it all” 

Max grins proudly to himself. He had thought Charles had been joking about perpetually having to bottom because other guys were too afraid to be topped by him - Max kind of gets their point now - his body felt like it was going to be ripped open at one point and he’s not sure all his organs are still sat in the right place. It was more than worth it though. 

“You think - , you would let me again?” Charles asks before he’s even come down from his orgasm. He doesn’t mean right away of course, although as Max nods eagerly he thinks maybe another few rounds tonight is not out of the question. If he can fill Max with as much come as possible then the

#Lestappen #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fanfic

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@ viserys targaryen

i don't really understand what's the point of making viserys and daemon neglectful fathers in the show... yeah like daemon is around his girls a lot (especially baela in her childhood) and ig we could say he cares for his children with nyra, touching her tummy, searching for eggs, even clearly supporting luke and jace and their claim

but then we have rhaena's "father ignores me". we have scene when he hugs them after laena's death but it get cut so does it really count? we have him ignoring the fact his daughters were hurt during fight with aemond. he talks about dragonriders and unclaimed dragons and rhaena becomes uncomfortable (and it might means nothing for her relation with daemon but still). he ignores nyra in her labour (which is weirder when you think about jace's question. where is daemon? as if he expected him there. as if daemon was by nyra's side when she was giving birth to viserys and aegon, just like he was with laena. yes, he now plans the war to protect them but also he's wife may be dying). caring daemon - cut! comforting rhaenyra? cut! mourning visenya? cut! finding out about luke? cut!

it seems like his character as a father (i already complained about daemon as a husband lmao) was written very inconsistent, writers wanted to show he's a family guy after all but really damaged his relationship with his children, especially his own ones, as if caring for family claims were more important than themselves for him

less with viserys but still. he was never a good father, not even in the books but his character was damaged his too (especially with rhaenyra). we see him celebrating aegon's birthday, touching alicent's belly, watching his kids and grandkids training etc and after that we have "rhaenyra, my only child"?? dear gods (poppy milk blah blah whatever). not even commenting on his behaviour towards aemond and aegon on driftmark (yeah, one just commitet a treason and the other was drunk but dude wtf). helaena didn't give a fck about him while in the book she visited him regularly with her children. the fact he doesn't even know his daughter is a dreamer (that one also... ehh)? that he doesn't talk with aemond even though they both love history??

what truly bothers me that daemon is supposed to be a grey character but in the show if he wasn't in team black which is more "morally right" and also politically correct about claim to the throne we'd say he's fully antagonist cause of the crimes he commited and his good moments (as brother, father, husband) are really reduced

viserys and daemon are not good people, period. they have many flaws we could see clearly in books and show. i just can't understand why creators decided to destroy their characters as fathers (especially daemon) as if they needed to show this way that they're both bad men*. it's very one dimensional - you're bad man, then you're also bad husband, bad father, bad brother, bad friend. which is even more stupid when you see these big gestures that should prove otherwise (viserys coming to the throne room, daemon ensuring jace's claim or killing vaemond in nyra's protection etc)

*this confuses me much, viserys is shown as a "good guy" most of the time even after what he did to the realm, aemma or alicent, as peaceful king, family guy, who loves them all so dearly, but looks like him neglacting other children could in any way help rhaenyra being seen more as a rightful heir to watchers? idk unnecessary and speaks volumes, apparently as watchers we're stupid bc we don't see viserys is terrible (oh bc how could he be? he married 15yo instead of 12yo - i'm gonna write sth about these age changes too cause seven hells - such a good guy) after rping two girls and basically killing his wife at very least so they need to show us deadbeat father

#let daemon be a good father in s2 #we already know he's a monster #it's very canon #house of the dragon #targaryen #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #fire and blood #daemon targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti viserys targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #dragon twins #jace targaryen #luke velaryon #the rouge prince #hotd season 2

[blackstarmylove]

Abs (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Kei, Sotetsu, Mizuki, Nekome with gn!Reader

Warning: N.SFW

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I am ashaaaamed of my taste but I can’t not doing it. (Maybe nsfw) can we get some ab licking for Kei or Sotetsu and any other guy you’d like? I don’t have scenario in mind for anything, but idk, make out sesh leading to more? And thanks for keeping up the writing and stuff, you’re truly doing the lords work out here 😩

A/N: Lol, how creative of you to come up with this. 😜 Hehe np! I'm happy to hear that you like my writing~. 💖

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Prologue:

He stepped out of the shower with only a towel around his hips but saw you from the corners of his eyes. For a moment, he stared at you, thinking he might be imagining things. Why would you be in the shower area otherwise, right?

"I am hungry," you mumbled.

Only then did he realize you were real and chuckled at your statement. "Then you should be in the kitchen."

You walked toward him with a normal smile, not giving away your intention, and whispered, "I am hungry for something else."

Without warning, you bent down and licked the bottom of his abs to the top.

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Kei was taken aback and forgot how to breathe. That was definitely not what he expected you to do.

He quickly composed himself and smirked at the sight of you running your tongue along the ridges of his defined abs.

Though he wasn't the type to show any sort of sensual or sexy moment with you in a public area, the sight was quite arousing.

His large hand stroked the top of your head, but Kei's attention was focused on the creaking of the locker room's main entrance. The last thing he wanted was for someone to walk in and take this sexy sight of you.

Although Kei didn't allow you to take things further, he planned to spend the night with you and make you 'regret' arousing him in a public area. You probably won't be able to walk straight tomorrow.

It was one of those rare moments when Sotetsu was speechless and unsure how to react. He was not expecting you to be this bold, especially in Starless. Though, he wasn't complaining, as the sight of you licking his abs like they were chocolate was entertaining.

"Where did you learn to tease like this?" He asked.

"From you," you whispered.

That was not the answer he was expecting, but Sotetsu laughed. He gripped your chin and brought his lips to your ears. "If you are truly hungry, why not try licking further down? What do you say, (y/n)? Do you have the courage to let me fck your mouth in a public place?"

His eyes opened wide, but he was proud of your boldness. Nekome wondered if you were trying to give him a hint but didn't say anything and enjoyed the sight of you licking his abs.

After a while, he grabbed your chin and met your gaze. "Come along."

Pulling you into the inner corner of the shower area, he lay down on a bench on his back and held his hand out for you. "Why should I be the only one feeling pleasure?"

A few moments later, you were licking his abs with your back turned to him as you straddled his body. Nekome, on the other hand, gripped your thighs and orally pleasured you.

Mizuki's jaw dropped, and his face turned bright red. He was speechless and embarrassed to the point where he couldn't look at you.

But the more you licked, the harder it was for him to control his voice. Mizuki had to end up biting down on his fist to stop himself from vocally giving in to your pleasure.

Then, your hands traveled down his hips and stroked his growing tent. That was the moment when he lost control.

Wordlessly, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into one of the showers. Even before you could protest, he practically ripped your clothes and had no plan of letting you walk away soon. When you do walk away, though, you can be sure you will be very sore.

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[dani-says-stuff]

I NEED TO COMMIT TO A STORY TO WRITE BC NOW THE FIC IDEA OF A PJO/HADESTOWN REINCARNATION IS BACK TO PLAGUE ME

scatterbrained thoughts so i don’t forget and to see if anyone else out there cares below the cut

like its the hadestown version of the myth bc 1. LOVE and 2. there’s something just so funny about like hermes moonlighting on broadway for a bit w a whole musical ab one of his favorite and heart felt tragedies

also the lyrics “maybe it will turn out this time” and all other ones along the lines of retelling it hoping it ends differently AND THEN IT ALL COMES BACK— LIKE THEY REALLY DO REINCARNATE and it (maybe) works out this time on the road to hell, on the rail road line

the banter between hermes and apollo about how maybe hermes is better at his job and they should switch (he basically wrote a whole award winning musical and starred in it for years and then in a weird way prophesied that the tragic lovers would return)

apollo is not pleased

aphrodite squealing in the corner bc it’s just such an outlandish time-transcending love story, heart break, and reunion

percy just over this bs bc why is this his life

eurydice hermes kid ? like hermes feels bad “she was a hungry young girl” and all that, he does his best to be a good father this time to heal the ancient trauma she has AS WELL as his own for failing luke all those years

orpheus apollo kid? he was a muses’ son after all, and that poor boy’s workin on a soooong

also more hermes/apollo banter

idk godly parent subject to change (does eurydice even need one? what if she’s just a clear-sighted mortal that hermes took under his wing this time)

eurydice is at yancy w percy not a rich kid tho, she’s literally in like the same underdog position he’s in there

the monsters are after her too… but not bc she’s a powerful demigod, she’s supposed to be in hell… how the fck did she get out???

orpheus is at camp ?

eurydice gets beamed up to the underworld with sally

hades is just ??? like hmm… this one seems familiar, but he can’t quite put his finger on why

then orpheus shows up later with percy and the gang and bros just like “oh no… fuck me, not this shit again…”

idk all this is subject to change (or it might not happen at all) bc as entertaining as it would be, a lot doesn’t make sense… like why would orpheus care and want to go on the quest bc he doesn’t even know eurydice yet AND where would the story go after the first book??

also the fact this would be oc x oc, i mean i love those stories, but idk how others feel about them

i also thought about au-ing in percy as a orpheus so the would already be friends and stuff… but then that doesn’t make sense bc of how blatant he is about being horrible at singing except when played by chris mccarell in the musical… mans can SING

all that and i also have a list of requests, a tumblr masterlist to fix the links on, the regulus book and the hunger games book to do (and a possible OTHER pjo book that i only really told to wifey @iknowyoureabigfan )

idk lemme know ig if this seems interesting, this thought has been rolling around in my head for years and all the bullet points just randomly came to me today

that’s all ~ byeeee

#wow this was much longer than i thought #watch no one’s going to see this #that would be kinda embarrassing #rambles #fic ideas #pjo imagine #percy jackson fanfic idea #hadestown au #hadestown imagine #pjo fanfiction

[nehswritesstuffs]

Double-Date from Hell

Y’all ever think of something so hilarious that you HAVE to write it, and then it just spirals out of control? Yeah, this is it.

8941 words; I’ve seen versions of this general joke going around and it’s still pretty funny in my brain so please just humor me; I guess it’s a Modern AU w/No Devil Fruits, but Brook is still a skeleton and Minks and Fish-men exist… somehow…? idk; SO MANY PEOPLE ARE ALIVE IN THIS AU THAT SHOULDN’T BE but you know what this is my story too damn bad I mean it’s already set in a quasi-Midwest metro; this took me so long to write because I kept cracking the fck up and I’m sure you’ll be able to tell where

Double-Date from Hell; Law has a new girlfriend. Cora-san’s got a hot date. Nami’s shagging a doctor. Things might be easier if Bell-mère had mentioned to her daughters she’s actually bi before she reconnected with an old flame. [modern!AU, LawNa, Bellazón]

Shuffling into the kitchen, Law blearily went into the fridge and began to poke around almost absentmindedly, hunger the only reason as to why he was currently existing on the mortal plane. What had supposed to be a twelve-hour shift in Logue Town General’s emergency room—as a favor, no less!—had turned into a twenty thanks to the perfect storm of call-offs and reckless pieces of bullshit trying to copy a social media trend. It reminded him of why he never wanted to stay down in Emergency full-time—fuck… doing clinicals there had been bad enough…

“Oh, there’s the sleepy-head!” Law jumped at the sudden confirmation that his father was in the room as well. He took a container filled with leftover noodles and popped it in the microwave oven with a bit more aggression than was necessary. “Rough night?”

“I remember when social media was used to share pictures of cats with poorly-spelled captions and complain about the accuracy of the fantasy book-to-movie pipeline, not to show off doing handstands in dangerous places and getting high off lip balm.” He glanced at his father to see he was dressed rather nice—that was a risk, considering how clumsy the older man was—though most things were better than his current pajama-pants-no-shirt-tousled-bedhead-at-four-in-the-afternoon look. “Cora-san, you know what happens when you wear a tie.”

“I know, I know, but I need to look nice tonight. What do you think?”

“That you look like a man about to turn forty who can’t so much as wear a tie without catching it on something every five minutes.”

“Well, yeah, but the shirt’s nice, right?”

An extremely pale pink with a red heart pattern; the tie was black, though his trousers were white.

“It’s… you.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” The microwave oven beeped at Law and he took the container out to stir. “Probably won’t be back until late, if I’m back at all tonight, so don’t worry if I’m not in.”

Law stopped mid-stir and stared at Cora. “Why would you both be alright, but also not come home tonight?”

“What, you can’t tell?! Your old man’s got a hot date!”

The silence that fell over the kitchen was simply unbearable. Law did not currently have the reserve mana to process that the grinning goofball he referred to as his foster father—foster roommate, on particularly irritating days—had anything even close to a potential sexual encounter lined up. He put the noodles back in the microwave oven and turned it on again.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know,” he grumbled. “You know I don’t care what you do—we’re both adults now.”

“Oh, come on… you aren’t even the least bit happy for me?”

“I can’t legally be happy until I get at least six cups of coffee and these noodles in me, then we’ll talk.”

“Fine, fine; spoilsport.” Cora sat at the table and pouted, watching his son put together some coffee. He knew he was tired when he brought a mug of it over, as well as the noodles still in the container he heated them up in. “It’s not like I’m an old man—can’t I take inspiration from the fact my son got himself a cute girlfriend?”

“You’ve never met her, so there’s nothing to get inspired from,” Law replied dully. He twirled some of the long pasta on his fork and scowled. “No, this is not an offer for you to meet her either. I want to make sure of this one before that happens.”

“You make it sound like I’m embarrassing.”

“You picked me up from school in clown makeup.”

“It wasn’t that bad…”

“Multiple times.”

“It kept things interesting.”

“Kids recovering from near-terminal illness don’t exactly enjoy being interesting.”

“The assholes that were scared of clowns never bothered you after that.”

“Okay, that I’ll give you.” Law shoved more pasta in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You know, I think I’ll go out tonight too—bound to be something going on.”

“There you go,” Cora beamed. “Here we are: a couple of young stallions, ready to make the night theirs!”

“Never again say those words in that order again, by all that is good in this world.”

“Spoilsport,” Cora scowled. A devilish grin then flashed across his face. “We should double-date!”

That too was a resounding, firm no.

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It was the generally-accepted consensus that there was no party like a Straw Hat party.

They weren’t all rowdy affairs that got the cops called at two in the morning—they reserved those for when the on-duty officers were ones likely to just turn the music down and bring their own drinks—but it was always the collection of people who were there that boggled Law’s mind. He had only started attending such shindigs recently after a weird series of events led to him pulling the charismatic teen out of the bay and helping make sure he was still alive. Luffy had declared them friends and that he now had an obligation to hang out, which would have been a one-and-done thing if it wasn’t for the people he collected in the nearly-rural house hidden amongst trees and actual property.

The East Blue kendo and archery champions? A world-class chef? A teenaged medical prodigy? The preeminent Void Century historian turning academia on its head? One of the most sought-after mechanical engineers in the world who also moonlighted in architecture? A living rock music legend? The man that kept literally all the trains in the region running smoothly? That didn’t even get into the kid’s brothers, or people outside of his innermost circle…

…and it certainly didn’t get into Nami.

He had originally begun talking to the redhead after observing her at that first party he attended. She was very level-headed—especially compared to Luffy despite that not meaning much—and knew precisely the situation they had going. It was the modern equivalent of the Enlightenment salon, where people got together and exchanged ideas and made changes happen. It was a counterculture hotbed with significantly fewer hard drugs and way more bellyflop competitions between people who couldn’t swim in the backyard’s in-ground pool. It was the next generation figuring shit out, getting ready to usher in a new age. Except, not only did the weather-and-surveying whiz keep everything running, it was very easy to say that she was the brains of the entire operation, making Luffy’s natural charm work for something. The next thing he knew they were chatting amiably, then kissing, and—after a considerable blackout—woke up very naked in bed with her the next morning.

It was a little awkward as they put everything together after that. They both thought the other was older than they really were (he thought her only a couple years younger than him instead of the actual six, and she thought he was well into his thirties (to be fair, he did say he was an actual surgeon while flirting)), and there was the wolf whistles that came out of some of the other Straw Hats as they went down to breakfast, but they settled into something… comfortable after that. The “crew” generally accepted him and he found their antics… tolerable, he guessed, especially considering what putting up with them meant for his love life…

“Oi! Witch! We need you to stop sucking geriatric face for two minutes and rein in Luffy!”

Nami groaned into Law’s mouth in frustration before breaking the kiss to glare at Zoro from across the large, open-concept living room that thankfully only contained the main Straw Hats crew aside from the man beneath her. Law knew to not remove his hands from her waist and rear, else she get pressured into something more involved. “What happened to someone saying he could handle him?”

All she got in response was a one-eyed glare.

“If she’s not back in two minutes like you said, Roronoa-ya, I will make you regret that age comment,” Law warned, voice dripping in sarcasm. Zoro flipped him his middle finger, which he returned.

“Boys, behave,” Nami sighed as she left the room. Law took it as his opportunity to see if there was any food available yet, shuffling over to the kitchen island where Sanji was working. A mug of coffee was already waiting for him as he sat down and watched the blond at work.

“Thanks,” he muttered, drinking the coffee gratefully.

“Just keep her happy,” Sanji replied. He and Law were in a tenuous sort of agreement, both men recognizing they were from the same Blue from the moment they met. Neither of them talked about it much, but it was clear that they were both in the East because it was not the North, and that was all they needed.

“If not, then you know it won’t be from lack of effort on my end.”

“True. Oh, Nami-swan told me the other day you don’t eat bread. Is it a gluten thing, or…?”

“Nah—just don’t like it. I physically can eat it, but just haven’t wanted to for a while now.”

“Not since home?”

“Something like that.”

“Okay, good, because I remember you eating breaded things the last few times you were over, but I have a special coating I can use if it’s a gluten issue.”

“Nope—just a preference.” Law sipped his coffee and watched the other man work, his hands nimble as he prepped and cooked. It reminded him of himself at his own craft, in a way, mesmerizing him until he felt a pair of arms warp around his midsection from behind. “Luffy tamed?”

“For the time being,” Nami murmured in his ear. “He’s going to be a handful next week when his brothers are over.”

“Not entirely sure how you do it,” he admitted. “Then again, I don’t know how any of you do it.”

“Luff just has that magnetism, you know?” Sanji chuckled. “When we’re all together, it’s because he knows we need to be in order to move forward. It’s why we’ve even got old-timers with us, as you know.”

“Nami, your friends are childish.”

“People wonder why I don’t date boys,” she replied. “That would just set both parties up for disappointment.”

“How true your words are, Nami-swan,” Sanji crooned. “We are all but mere amateurs compared to your beauty and grace. The fact you decide to honor us with your presence is more than we deserve.”

Fuck… to be that idiotically horny again. Law tried to remember the last time he said anything as stupid as the heart-eyed cook and, to be honest, couldn’t remember anything of the like. Seas… was he really that old…? No, he decided… just… busy during those years. He would take busy… as though busy was having an impact on him now…

“Sanji-kun,” Nami said sweetly, “I’m going to bring Torao upstairs for a little discussion before dinner, if that’s alright with you.”

“As you wish, Nami-swa~a~n,” the blond swooned. He blew her a kiss as she winked and pulled Law onto his feet.

This place was so fucking weird.

Heading up the stairs, Law silently followed Nami as she led him through the house he was already strikingly familiar with. They slipped into her room and she locked the door behind them. Finally—peace and quiet.

“Don’t you think you were a little rough on Blackleg-ya?” he asked as she unbuttoned his shirt. “I only meant it as a joke…”

“Don’t you worry about Sanji-kun,” she hummed, pressing kisses along his neck and collarbone as her fingers went over his toned abdomen. She guided him down to his knees before sitting on the edge of the mattress. With his hat long-forgotten in the living room, she was able to gently card her fingers through his fluffy hair as he turned his attention to her legs. He gently massaged her calves with his expert hands, wandering up her thighs. He went under the hem of her skirt and his eyebrows rose at what he discovered.

“Nothing…?” he smirked. “Naughty.” He lifted her leg to hook her knee on his shoulder before slowly tracing a line of his own kisses down her inner thigh and towards her hot, wet core. Hiking her skirt a bit higher, she let her other leg fall a bit more to the side, opening up for him. He lapped at her experimentally, smiling smugly at the noise she made.

“Fuck me good, Law-kun,” she ordered. “Make him hear me scream.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was quarter past four in the morning before Law actually left the house at 1000 Sunny Road, dragging his ass into his car and wishing it was quieter as he pulled away. The only consolations to his pre-dawn walk of shame was that he slipped out when all the other Straw Hats sans Nami were asleep and that he could still taste his girlfriend the entire drive back. She had seen him out after some additional, varied rounds in her bedroom, kissing him through the open car window.

“Don’t be a stranger now,” she had smirked. Fuck… she had him on a leash and they both knew it. Her taste had almost faded by the time he pulled into the driveway at his dad’s. He killed the engine and leaned back against the seat—a few hours of sleep and he could be back into something of a normal rhythm for when he went on day shifts the following week. It was all he could do to haul himself out the car and into the house, blaming his exhaustion on the twenty hour ER shift from hell messing with him and not his girlfriend fucking his brains out.

As Law walked through the dimly-lit house, he heard a snore come from the living room. He took a peek and saw Cora-san laying on the floor again, having passed out after some sort of fall. Again. Law hefted the other man onto his shoulder and helped him up the stairs to the main bedroom, where he deposited him on the mattress with little fanfare.

Wait a second… were those bite marks…? He looked closer at the bit of Cora-san’s chest that was exposed—buttons undone while his tie hung loose around his neck—and sure as shit, there were bite marks and smeared lipstick on both his chest and neck. It was a burnt-orange, which was definitely not a color that was in the house, lending credence to the “hot date” theory as much as Law shuddered at the thought.

He left a container of salve on the nightstand and made sure the other man was at least fully on the bed before going to sleep himself—with any luck, he wouldn’t have to hear a thing about the date and they continue on with their lives in peace. The less he could think about his father and sex, the better things were going to be.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“So… this old man you’re fucking… he at least cute in some weird geriatric way?”

“Ugh, what has Usopp been telling you?” Nami groaned. Her sister Nojiko chuckled at her from across the table, drinking her tea smugly. One of her rare mornings home and she was already being grilled. It was too early for this shit. “I’m not fucking an old man. He is in his twenties, thank you.”

“Turning thirty next month, is he?”

“He is twenty-six, for your information. He just looks a little rough because he’s got tattoos and is already a surgeon. Med school, clinical rotations, and residency are all vampires.”

“Sounds fishy to me,” Nojiko frowned. “I can’t be worrying after both you and Bell-mère now.”

“Bell-mère is a lesbian who just started reconnecting with an old flame from her Marine days,” Nami reasoned. “The circumstances are completely different.”

“You keep telling yourself that, sis,” Nojiko teased. “I still have on great confidence that he’s older than dirt, and that’s despite the fact you hang out with a man so old he’s a skeleton.”

“I am going to kill Usopp!”

“It wasn’t Usopp…”

“Who the fuck are you talking to behind my back?!”

It was then that their adoptive mother shuffled into the room, still half-asleep from the looks of things.

“I was woken by the sound of mockery; show me the object of ridicule,” Bell-mère grunted. She looked at her daughters and knew instantly what was going on. “We calling out the Old Man Fucker for what she is?”

“BELL-MÈRE!”

“Honey, if you’re planning on becoming a young widow, then at least make sure he’s loaded first,” Bell-mère said, unfazed by her youngest’s ire. She poked her head in the refrigerator and frowned. “Nojiko, sweetie, did you get more milk?”

“Haven’t been to the store yet,” her elder daughter said idly. “Will take care of it on my way back from work.”

“Since we’re currently in the habit of wanting to know about each other’s love lives,” Nami growled through grit teeth, “how’s Cora? That was your date’s name from when you went out the other night, eh?”

“That tongue still knows its way around a clit, let me tell you,” Bell-mère grinned devilishly. Both her daughters grew pale at the admission and immediately excused themselves from the table, neither in the mood for the conversation to go from zero to a hundred in less than a sentence.

Fine—ask about details, then run away at the details. Bell-mère chomped on dry cereal and wondered how she got two prudes for daughters.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Please don’t embarrass me more than they already do,” Law warned. He had his three best friends piled into his sensible, bright yellow crossover—Polar Tang—in the middle of making the huge mistake of driving them to the Straw Hats’ lair on a Saturday morning. They were already on the freeway, headed from the city towards the outer suburbs.

“We get it, we get it: you’re in it for the tight-ass pussy,” Shachi scoffed from the back seat. Penguin hit his shoulder in jest.

“If he was in it for just pussy, he wouldn’t be bringing us to the weirdo, sus-as-fuck party house in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere he goes to get said pussy in,” the other backseat gremlin said, tone rather matter-of-fact. “We’re a nurse and a couple of techs—how would we be embarrassing to a surgeon?”

“By talking about pussy the entire time,” Bepo stated flatly. He looked at Law and saw his grip on the steering wheel was unusually clenched. “Do you want me to drive?”

“No… I just need to remember this conversation for the next time I get asked why those two don’t just bite the bullet and get full nursing degrees instead of being the most overqualified nursing techs in the East Blue.”

“This,” Shachi said, pointing at himself with the first two fingers on both hands, “being able to sign off on patient care-related shit, would be dangerous and you know it.”

“It’s best for everyone involved that we stay Bepo’s gofers, because that makes us available as your gofers, and if we suddenly have to worry about shit like responsibilities, then where would you be?”

“Able to have competence on all my shifts?” Law snarked.

While tuning out the indignant protests in the back seat, Law turned off the freeway and headed towards Foosha Township, where Sunny Road was located. It was generally a tranquil road, with clusters of houses now and then to breakup wooded areas and the occasional farm. The car was thankfully quiet as he turned down a wooded drive, with Penguin breaking the silence as the conspicuously large house came into view.

“Law? Is this Straw Hat kid, like, loaded?”

“I don’t ask, so you don’t ask,” Law sighed. He parked the car on the front lawn next to Franky’s turquoise muscle car and turned to fully glare at the hooligans in the backseat. “Strawhat-ya’s not fully legit, but I don’t think he’s technically breaking any laws, and the cops here like him for some reason, so don’t fuck it up.”

“I thought you said the kid’s nineteen,” Penguin frowned. “How are you not wholly-legit at nineteen?!”

“Like I said: don’t ask.” Law then unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the Tang, getting some cloth shopping bags and his backpack from the trunk before heading around to the back of the house. It was just Luffy and his brothers there, all three splashing about in the shallow end of the pool while wearing arm floaties and inner tubes.

“TORAO!” Luffy squealed in delight. He jumped out of the pool and ran towards the surgeon—floatation devices and all—who got a sopping wet hug whether he liked it or not. “I was hoping that you’d come over today! Ace and Sabo are here! And Auncle Iva’s coming later! Grunkle Rayleigh can’t though because Grauntie Shakky made him promise something, and…”

“Strawhat-ya, I want you to meet the friends I was telling you about,” Law said, turning so that Luffy could get a good look at them. “That’s Penguin and Shachi, they’re nursing techs on my floor, and Bepo there’s one of the floor and hospital’s best charge nurses. We’ve known each other for ages.”

“Any friend of Torao’s a friend of mine!” Luffy grinned. He wrapped the two techs in a noodly hug, making them gurgle. “Oh! Yeah! Ace! Sabo! Say hi to Torao and his friends!”

“Luff, you’re going to kill them with affection,” Ace smirked.

“Yeah,” Sabo agreed with a laugh. “I don’t think we have enough space to bury more bodies in the backyard.”

“Please tell me that was a joke,” Shachi squeaked.

Law opted to not respond to that and instead left Penguin and Shachi in Luffy’s clutches while he and Bepo brought the bags in. Sanji was already in the kitchen prepping, while Usopp, Franky, and Brook played a racing game on the television.

“Did you get the goods?” the chef asked, pointing at Law with a knife. Law put one of the bags down and pulled out a bag of white powder covered in Wanolese script, which he threw at the man.

“I feel like I just watched a drug deal,” Bepo deadpanned.

“Even better than drugs,” Sanji claimed. “I don’t use a lot of it, but I’m practicing dishes from Wano for whenever it is Luff makes good on his threat to temporarily kidnap the consul’s son again.”

“Say the word ‘borrow’; it’s less incriminating,” Usopp shouted from the living room, not even taking his eyes off the game once.

“It’s just MSG,” Law shrugged.

“Yeah, but the good shit,” Sanji emphasized. He helped Law and Bepo unpack the rest of the bags and put everything away—odds and ends that weren’t of much consequence, but would be dangerous if missing later. “Nami-swan’s with Robin-chan picking Chopper up from school, by the way. They won’t be in until after lunch.”

That made Law’s eyebrows raise. “Sakura U is in Drum County. Four hours just driving round-trip.”

“Yeah, I know; I helped move the kid in freshman year.”

“Nami never volunteers to go get Chopper… unless…”

“Sounds like her mom’s getting some speecy-spicy dating action this week and she doesn’t want to hear about it,” Franky laughed. “I give the woman credit; she’s super feisty.”

“My dad just started dating again too—I get it,” Law said. “There are just some things you don’t want to hear… or learn… or think about…”

“If my old geezer started dating again, I’d die,” Sanji admitted with a shudder.

“Saaaame,” Usopp chimed in. The race ended and the teen groaned. “Brook! You are literally older than video games themselves! How did you beat me?!”

“I guess I’m a gamer down to my bones… which is all of me!” Brook cackled. “Law’s friend! Would you like to join us for the next round?”

“Uh… sure…” Bepo said warily. He sat down next to Usopp and accepted the fourth controller. “Are there any bear characters?”

As Usopp explained the game mechanics to Bepo, Law took his backpack up to Nami’s room and began to set himself up for later that night. He took care of the shit like condoms and lube because he wasn’t a goddamned barbarian and didn’t want his girlfriend to get worried if in the chaos of everything she forgot her medication for a couple days. It was just part of being a responsible adult and not some skeezebag looking to fuck how he wanted and whom he wanted without thinking about repercussions. The thought of a physical consequence crossed his mind as he shut the nightstand drawer and shuddered—Cora-san as a grandfather of all things would be something he’d need more than a few months to brace for.

“Law, there you are, holy shit.” He looked over his shoulder to see Penguin and Shachi both standing there, looking precisely the amount of moist that would be appropriate if they had been dragged into the pool against their will. Not only that, but they appeared to be absolutely flabbergasted by the entire situation they found themselves in. “That’s the second-in-command of the Revolutionary Army in the pool… the national-level political party, not state-level!”

“I know, Penguin.”

“…and the other’s one of the lieutenants of the Moby City mayor!”

“I know, Shachi.”

“…and apparently the host of Impel Drag Race is ‘popping by’ later?!”

“…and the straw-hat kid’s referring to the former state lieutenant governor as his grunkle?!”

“…and the one in the kitchen you had us go to six specialty import stores for is sous chef and heir to the Baratie?!”

“…and apparently your girlfriend is currently on a fetch quest to haul over here one of the few who can out-prodigy you when it comes to medicine?!”

“…a kid, may I remind you, whose grandparents are part of the reason why we even have world-class medicine in Greater Logue Town, let alone the state?!”

“…and Bepo’s getting his ass handed to him in video games by the Soul King himself…?!”

“I get it: we stick out the least despite the fact you two hold multiple state-level swimming records each, I’m the youngest surgeon in all departments at Logue Town General by at least a decade, and Bepo’s a bear,” Law reminded them casually. “To consider this as anything close to a normal party house is sort of a disgrace to the very concept of a party house.”

“This place is batshit,” Penguin stated. “It also might break physics because it feels like it’s bigger on the inside.”

“That’s your crisis to work through, not mine,” Law said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two single wrapped condoms, throwing them at his friends. “Be careful; if Hancock-ya shows up tonight, she’s going to bring the whole team, and I know how strong of a will you two have in front of a pretty face and thick thighs.”

“Wait, what…?” Shachi gaped. Law shrugged.

“The captain of the Amazon Lily roller derby team out of Kuja has a weird crush on Strawhat-ya that he doesn’t quite recognize and when she’s here, the entire team is here.”

“Law, have we ever expressed how much we truly appreciate your friendship?” Penguin said, his and Shachi’s demeanor clearly changed. They were in such awe that tears were beginning to well in their eyes. “This could honestly be the best night of our lives!”

“Step-on-me-pussy is literally the best pussy,” Shachi added with a sniffle. “We are in your debt.”

“Remember that next time I need changed dressings, blood draws, and vitals from everyone in the unit half an hour before shift change,” Law warned. His friends didn’t hear him—they were too busy imagining the possibilities for later on.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What does it say about everything that you still don’t strike me as an adopt-into-single-fatherhood sort of man?” Bell-mère asked. She was at Cora’s for the evening, glad that the mysterious kid of his was gone with friends for the weekend. Picking up a picture frame from an end table, she looked at the image of her former comrade-in-arms hugging a sullen tween with Reverse Mountain National Park in the background. “Cute kid though.”

“Yeah, that’s from not long after I became his official guardian,” Cora said from the kitchen. “He was sick when I got him—didn’t think he’d make it past thirteen.”

“No shit. Now you said he’s in his twenties?”

“Yeah—went into medicine; his birth family was full of doctors and I think he wants to honor them that way. Works at Logue Town General and everything.”

“Who knows? He might know my youngest daughter’s beau.” Bell-mère went into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Cora cook on the electric range—the only reason he wasn’t spontaneously bursting into flame while cooking their dinner. “She’s fucking some doctor who’s got to be closer to our age than hers if the intel we get from her friends is anything.”

“Possibly, though there’s a lot of doctors in LTG.”

“True.” She watched as he splashed some sauce on himself accidentally. “Sure you don’t need help?”

“I’m sure,” he winced. “So, what about you? Still never gave me an answer about the girls.”

“Something just clicked in my brain, you know?” she shrugged, taking it upon herself to pour the wine instead. “I’m sure you had a moment like that with your son.”

“Yeah, but Bell-mère the Beast? Adopting two little orphans while out on deployment?”

“You blew your cover on a covert job when you left, and the only reason you’re not dead is because it involved infiltrating your brother’s criminal empire and you both are worth more to him alive and unperturbed.”

“Technicalities,” Cora scoffed. He brought two plates of food to the table and sat down. “Things are still a little frosty between Sengoku and me for it, but I’d do it all over again and I’m sure you feel the same.”

“Beyond a doubt.” She ate some of the rice on her plate and chuckled. “At least fatherhood made you a decent home cook.”

“I’ll show you what else I’m still decent at after dessert,” he teased. She snorted in laughter—of course he would, because of course he was.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was late that night as Law and Nami both laid in bed, curled up together with their naked bodies flush against one another. The house was finally quiet and they could both just relax—a rare treat for the place they were currently occupying.

“Hey… Nami…?” He could feel her smile against his chest at the dropped honorific; something he did only when they were alone.

“Yeah…?”

“Is this… what you want…?”

She sat up and stared at him, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow in a curious arch. “What do you mean by that?”

“Having the extent of our relationship being sneaking off to fuck in the middle of a house party?” He tried to shrug aloofly, but was too taken in by the sight of her in the moonlight to do more than twitch. “Would you like to be… I dunno… more involved…?”

“Depends on your definition,” she replied. She hugged her knees as she looked at him, the very sexy and very naked man in her bed bringing a tattooed arm up in order to rub circles on her back.

“Seeing one another without any of our friends needing to be there,” he mused. “Showing up at one another’s workplaces as a surprise, meeting my dad… your mom and sister…” He exhaled heavily, avoiding eye contact by staring at her shoulder tattoo. “I’m not saying commitment, but…”

“I get it; you want to know what’s on the table, if you need to keep future options in mind.”

“I guess.” He paused, trying to find the words. “I don’t mind if we’re a temporary thing…”

“You can say ‘fling’. I won’t be insulted.”

“Okay, fine: I don’t care if this is a fling and we drift apart or we’re actually friends with damn good benefits or I’m just what you’re into for now and you drop me like a rock next month. I mean… I’m getting sex out of it… sex with you…”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” she reminded him, patting the bit of blanket covering his dick. “This is working for more than just you, trust me.”

“What I’m saying is…” he swallowed hard, “if you’d like, I’m willing to start exploring what a life together might be like.”

“See if we like what’s being laid down?”

“Pretty much. We’d need to meet each other’s parents first—hiding you from my dad any longer than I have to will be torture.”

“Well, I’ve never tried the meet-the-parents routine with anyone except for friends, so if you want to try, I’d say it’s worth a shot.”

A small smile twisted the corner of his mouth upwards. “Yeah…?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Law exhaled, only then he realized he had been holding his breath. “Okay. We can do this…? We can do this. I mean, we’re adults.”

“We are.” She then laid back down, settling herself between his arm and his chest. “Let’s talk about it more after some sleep. Then I’ll tell my mom when I get home.”

“…and I’ll tell Cora-san.”

“Wait…” she giggled incredulously. “Your dad’s name is Cora?”

“It’s an old nickname,” he grumbled, “but it is what he prefers to be called. I’ll break that down for you later as well.”

“No, it’s just funny because that’s the name of the woman my mom’s dating. Sorting through the Two Cora Situation is going to be a group bonding exercise in of itself.”

“I guess so.” He closed his eyes as he felt Nami bring the blankets around them again, taking in the wonderful silence of the night.

Well, it was silent for people without really good hearing, as he could have sworn he heard Shachi sob through an orgasm in another room. Only his friends could ruin a moment and not even be there.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The following morning went the average amount of well an after-party morning could go. Most of the house denizens were some version of worn-out thanks to either staying up late, copious amounts of alcohol, or both. The pair of Kuja that stayed the night with Penguin and Shachi both left early—Law had still been on his first cup of coffee when they did—dragging along the smitten Hancock with them. The surgeon watched as his friends found their way into the back by the pool, plopping down at the little table next to him as he scrolled through news headlines on his phone.

“You’ve been holding out,” Penguin scolded.

“Yeah,” Shachi said, expression to be too relaxed to be anything but blissful. “We got them on social and everything. What took you so long to bring us here?”

Law shrugged through his coffee, which his friends refused to accept for an answer. They both glared at him, waiting for whole minutes until he cracked.

“I wanted to make sure of it… you know.” He contemplated his next sentence, thought better of it, and went through with it anyhow. “I’m having her meet Cora-san.”

“Oh, fuck,” Shachi cringed. “That’s… that’s a hell of a step for you.”

“The number of people that have both met your dad and seen your dick is extremely small, and the list even exists in the first place purely due to changing rooms and nothing sexual,” Penguin noted.

“Yeah, you think I don’t realize that?” Law fired back. “Nami-ya and me, Cora-san and his… lady-friend I’m surprised actually exists, and Nami-ya’s mom with her lady-friend—just going to tear the bandage off and get us all together.”

Shachi let out a low whistle. “Oooh… you got it bad.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Law grunted. “I’m putting up with Strawhat-ya to be with her, so might as well.”

It was then that Luffy, almost if on-cue, ran out of the house and did a cannonball into the pool, splashing water all over Law, but not Penguin and Shachi. The latter two tried to hide their giggles as a now-familiar shishishi echoed through the yard.

Yeah, he had it bad alright.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, it didn’t take long for Law to get a hold of everyone’s schedules. After looking at the family calendar and swiping her mother’s phone while she was in the shower, Nami was able to confirm that three weeks from that Tuesday worked well. He felt a sense of triumph as they coordinated the event, all the way down to the thumbs-up emojis that were sent his way when she asked her mom to join them.

Now, for the big one. It was luckily Law’s turn to make dinner that Monday, which meant that he was able to have everything ready by the time Cora-san came home from work. The older man raised an eyebrow when he saw his son in the kitchen with food nearly ready.

“Anything the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing’s wrong; just sit.” Cora did and Law brought over two plates of carbonara. “I just want a nice dinner for once.”

“Not complaining,” Cora nodded. He twirled some pasta on his fork and took a large bite, proceeding to talk with his mouth full. “So… you gonna tell me what this is about…?”

Fuck, busted.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to listen to me and not get too excited,” Law frowned. Cora perked up, his attention piqued. “Since we’re both dating someone…”

“…yeah…?”

“I thought it would be nice if we took a very non-committal step to clear the air and all meet one another.” Sparkles formed in the older man’s eyes and Law almost instantly regretted it. “She’s inviting her mom and mom’s girlfriend, while I’m supposed to invite you and… whatever it is that you consider a hot date. You know… be adults.”

“A triple date! How social of you! This young lady of yours must be doing wonders for your tolerance levels!” A thought then came to Cora and he instantly grew serious. “The crew isn’t jealous, are they?”

“Shachi and Penguin were both ‘stepped on’ by tri-state roller derby champions over the weekend and Bepo has decided that he’s determined to mentor this kid who we hang around now so he also doesn’t get the life sucked out of him by being a teenager in med school.”

“Then they approve! Excellent! Let the appropriate parties know and we can set up a day and time! Oh, this will be fun!”

“I was thinking three weeks from tomorrow, at a place near the hospital so it can be for lunch. We double-checked your schedules.”

“Not a dinner-date here…?”

“No, because I want to keep your shenanigans to a minimum, and that’s usually achievable when you’re trapped in a booth seat.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he admitted. “I’ll pass the word along tonight.”

“Thanks—let me know if anything comes up.”

“Oh, not a problem.” Cora couldn’t stop his wide smile as he looked at his son across the table. “You’ve come a long way, you know.”

“Yeah,” he blushed, “I know.”

“They’d be proud.”

“I know.”

“Now: does this mean I’m getting grandkids?”

It honestly took all Law had to not fling pasta in Cora’s face.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Later that night, Cora found himself having his final smoke of the evening before turning in for bed. Law was already asleep—kid’s circadian rhythm had always been fucked—and that meant that Cora was able to take his cigarette on the patio in peace without hearing his boy nag him about emphysema and other such things. He was nearly done when his phone buzzed: The Beast.

“Hey,” he answered, applying a suave tone to his voice.

“You said you wanted to talk about something?” Bell-mère asked. The text was actually a request to call when she was free, but he wasn’t complaining. “Is this about phone sex? Because I am actually in the mood for some phone sex…”

“We can do that later—there is something I want to get out of the way first.”

“Who’s dying?”

“No one,” Cora said cheerily. He stubbed out the cigarette and made his way back into the house. “It’s just my boy’s decided to coordinate something between us, so we can meet his girlfriend and her mom and mom’s girlfriend!”

“A triple date? With mostly people he doesn’t know? Kind of a lot for a kid that only tolerates hanging out with three people aside from his girlfriend.”

“Well, rumor has it that he met her at a party, and he tolerates her friends, so who knows?” Cora was beaming brightly as he looked at himself in the mirror next to the door—this was the sort of thing that was a rite of passage, wasn’t it? Meeting your kid’s significant other? Her mom? Oh, it was exciting! Was this a sign something more was on the horizon?! “He was thinking of going and doing something low-key: lunch at this restaurant that’s near the hospital.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “…Don Silver?”

“Yeah! I guess he and his friends go there during and after shifts a lot. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t need a reservation, but he’s asking them to set aside a table for us anyhow since he’s such a good regular.” Cora then paused, expression falling “How did you know?”

“My daughter wants us to meet her old-man-doctor-boyfriend, his dad, and dad’s girlfriend for lunch there. Tuesday at one?”

“…oh.”

Both Cora and Bell-mère were silent—no… it couldn’t be…

“Belle…?”

“Yeah…?”

“Did she tell you what the reservation was under…?”

“Her old-man-doctor-boyfriend’s name, but it’s not Donquixote…”

“I never gave him my family name, Belle. The adoption papers went through too slow for it to take effect before he started med school, even if he wanted to change it.”

“It’s a weird name, hold on, she wrote it down for me…” He heard a rustling of paper and then her grunting as she attempted to figure out how to pronounce it. “Tra… Tra-faye-el-gar?”

“Trafalgar; my son’s family name is Trafalgar.”

“Huh.” Cora began to chew at his fingernails and pace the kitchen as his mind began to race and the woman on the other end contemplated. He then began to pace and tug at his hair.

“Belle…?”

Nothing.

“Belle, answer me.”

Silence.

“Belle…?!”

“So,” she chuckled, “wanna fuck with ‘em?”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Don Silver was a well-patronized family restaurant within walking distance of Logue Town General, which made it the perfect location for Law to slip out to during his shift, but also to slip back in should an emergency arise. He left Bepo in charge of his patients until he came back, promising to stay late if he was out so long it threw everything off. When he walked into the restaurant, the owner simply gestured to the usual back booth he normally haunted with his friends, seeing that Nami was already there.

“Ah, there you are,” she chuckled, exchanging a quick peck as he sat down next to her. “Everything seems like it’s going as planned. Nojiko was a little irritated that she wasn’t invited, but she’ll get her chance.”

“Yeah, she will,” he agreed. Law felt as though his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I know… kind of exciting, isn’t it?” She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to the back of his jaw, smiling as she saw how confused the owner was at the scene. “I should have you know that you might not be on the list of favorites after this.”

“Your mom that big of a menace?”

“More like Gin over there and Sanji have had beef since culinary school,” she chuckled. Law caught that the owner was staring at them and he shrugged—how could he have known? “Oh, hey, there’s Bell-mère!”

“…and that’s Cora-san,” Law noted. He watched has his foster father held open the door for Nami’s mother. “Wait a second… where’s their dates…?”

“That is… huh…” Nami trailed off as Cora and Bell-mère made their way to the table. Both parents decided to slide directly into the booth seating, with the leggy, clumsy one on the inside. “Do we need to wait for the others, or…?”

“There’s no others; what are you talking about?” Bell-mère scoffed. A waiter came over to deposit some glasses of water—a handled mug for Cora, as they were warned beforehand—and battered menus, leaving the four to their own devices for the time being. “It’s just us and our manfriends, although I’m honestly impressed you went as old as you did considering mine’s just a year younger than me…”

“Nojiko and I have been under the impression you’ve been seeing a woman named Cora…”

“Short for Corazón,” Bell-mère shrugged. “That was your codename out in the field, right hon?”

“It was, wasn’t it, Law?” Cora smirked. He tried very hard to not notice the deep sense of confusion his son was radiating. “You’ve been here a lot; what’s good?”

After some awkward deliberation, the waiter came back and took their orders and the menus while depositing a breadbasket. A silence settled over the table once the waiter left, one that made the younger couple hold hands underneath the table for strength, while the older couple decided to put their plan into action.

Operation Fuck with the Brats was a-go.

“We want to thank both of you for meeting us like this,” Cora said seriously, deciding to be the one to break the ice. He nearly couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter as he watched panic settle in on his son’s face. “It’s not exactly the sort of thing we want to talk about when I’m liable to trip while wandering around the house.”

“What…?” Nami wondered, cocking her eyebrow.

“Man’s a complete klutz,” Bell-mère said before Law could explain. “Let’s just hope it’s not inheritable.”

All the color left Nami and Law’s faces at once.

“What… erm… do you mean by that…?” the younger woman asked. Bell-mère shrugged.

“Eh, just putting shit down in the right places,” she replied. “Should’ve done it years ago, but never had the reason, until now…”

“Cora-san…? What is she talking about…?” Law asked, his voice faint. His foster father grinned widely.

“We wanted you two to be our Best Man and Maid of Honor!” he beamed. “You’d be perfect for the job! It doesn’t even get into being Emergency Guardians…”

“Oh I’m going to be sick,” Nami grimaced.

“Don’t you dare, you little shit,” Bell-mère warned. “I would think it’d be an honor. You did always want to be an older sister growing up.”

“…and we’re already on the older side for a baby, so having their older siblings be the ones to take care of them in case we can’t is perfect!”

Law sank into the booth, completely dumbstruck. Cora-san…?! And Nami’s mom…?! He was almost regretting not making this meeting at the Southern Blue pub down the street—at least they had a liquor license. “Does Doflamingo know about this…?”

“My brother wouldn’t know what to do with a kid if he had one walk in his front door,” Cora scoffed. “I know because I watched it happen. Multiple times.” The mortification on the younger couple’s faces was definitely worth the ruse; the kids seemed to be inventing new stages of grief. “Speaking of front doors—Bell-mère’s moving in since there’s more room, so you have the choice of staying in your current room or out elsewhere.”

“Nami, you and Nojiko get to fight it out over what to do with where we’re at now,” Bell-mère added. “Just don’t rent it out to any of your weirdo friends—I’d like the place to stay intact, thank you.”

“You have to be fucking with us,” Nami decided. She dug into her purse and whipped out her phone. “I’m calling Nojiko.”

“Go ahead, be that way,” Bell-mère said. She watched as Nami hit the button to dial her sister and held the phone up to her ear.

“So…? How’s it going…?” Ah, fuck, she sounded too smug.

“Nojiko, did you know anything about this?”

“…about what…?”

“…about why the hell our mom decided to meet my boyfriend so easily…”

“Ooohhhh, that,” Nojiko replied, a grin on her voice. “Yeah, she should have told us that her kinky reconnect was a dude before she got herself all prego. She offered me Maid of Honor first, but I said you can have it since you’d actually want to sleep with the geriatric Best Man…”

“I fucking hate you all,” Nami said before ending the call. She put her phone screen-down on the table and glared at her mother. “You are absolutely mortifying.”

“I am what I am,” Bell-mère shrugged. She then wrinkled her nose and looked at Cora with a frown. “Oh… the kid’s gonna be a Donquixote, isn’t it…?”

“Unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“Then how do you suggest we tell your brother? Ease him in gently or just let him discover on his own?”

“I honestly don’t know which would be worse.”

“Your brother—that’s up to you. Oh! Food’s here!”

Sure enough Bell-mère did notice their food coming out the kitchen as the waiter dropped off the plates cheerily. Both Law and Nami really didn’t feel like eating anymore, while their parents both began to pick at their fries…

…and laughed.

“Ah, fuck, we really had you going!” Bell-mère snorted.

“Your faces are priceless,” Cora added.

“So… you’re not having a baby…” Nami stated.

“…and you’re not getting married,” Law continued.

“Tch; don’t think I’m ready to settle down quite yet,” Bell-mère scoffed. “Besides, this klutzy nightmare? Fuck baby-proofing—I’d have to Rosi-proof.”

“Then you’re not seeing one another…?” Law knew it was dangerous to be hopeful. He was anyhow, only for his hopes to be dashed against the floor unceremoniously like a slippery water glass.

“Sorry to burst that bubble, kids, but I am one-hundred-percent fucking this goober despite all logic and reasoning telling me that I probably shouldn’t,” Bell-mère shrugged. “Didn’t think I’d be with a man again after we last hooked up in the Marines, but I have to admit he’s improved with age.”

“Belle…” Cora giggled, blushing furiously. “That’s still my son and his cute girlfriend…”

“…and that’s my daughter and her geriatric manfriend,” she replied. “They’re adults; I think they can handle it.”

To be honest? Neither Law nor Nami wanted anything to do with anything at that very moment.

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It was actually a fucking gorgeous day as Law laid face-down on the grass in the backyard at 1000 Sunny Drive. He hadn’t thought it was particularly appropriate to show his face at Luffy’s sus-as-fuck party house in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere after what had happened earlier in the week, but Bepo and the goons insisted. While the bear chatted amiably with Chopper and Kaya (how the fuck did Usopp of all the kids got himself a girlfriend? That he wasn’t having sex with yet? No one really knew), Penguin and Shachi were biding their time before the Amazons Lilys showed up (and let’s be real: the nursing techs knew they were the lay-conquest), while Law… he was just trying to not die of embarrassment.

“So…” a voice said, almost consolingly. “You fucked your sister.”

“She is not my sister, Roronoa-ya,” Law replied. He didn’t need to look to see the kendo genius standing there, nor that it was the chef who nudged him in the side with his foot.

“Well, your parents fucked before you did, so that makes you siblings.”

“That does not make them siblings, mossbrain,” Sanji scoffed. “Come on, Law. What do you think you’re going to achieve by doing all this sulking?”

“I’m touching grass; go away.”

“I don’t think that’s what they mean, but keep telling yourself that. Besides, you know the marimo never learned about sex-ed, birds or bees. I bet his old man would have reproduced via budding if he could and skipped the adoption paperwork.”

“Yours probably wishes he could bake himself a less pervy son.”

“Fuck off, you overgrown grass stain,” Sanji hissed.

“You realize none of this is helping, right?” Law said into the lawn.

“Eh; worth a shot.” Law heard Sanji flick open his lighter and the familiar smell of cigarettes hit his nose—the man smoked the same brand as Cora.

“Get away from him, you vultures,” scolded a very familiar voice. Zoro chuckled lowly as Sanji pulled him away. Once the clowns had dispersed, Nami sat down on the grass and sighed, hugging her knees.

“I blame Bell-mère for getting Nojiko in on it,” she reminded him. “She’s the reason any of these morons know anything… well, that and Sanji not having Gin blocked on social.”

“I know—it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.”

“True, but it does mean that we’re probably going to spend holidays together at the very least, whether we’re fucking or not.” She reached over and began scratching his scalp, eliciting a heavy whine. “Look at it this way: they could have not been joking.”

“Doesn’t mean it can’t still happen,” he replied. “Pregnancy can occur all the way until post-menopause, and many are accidental.”

“Shhhh…” she soothed, smoothing his hair. “Don’t think about it.”

All he could do was squeak out a pained groan—he was a doctor… all he could do was think about it.

#LawNa #Corabell #Bellazón #Donquixote Rosinante #Cora-san #Bell-mère (One Piece) #Trafalgar Law #Nami (One Piece) #One Piece #fan fiction #Straw Hat Pirates #Penguin (One Piece) #Shachi (One Piece) #Bepo #the SH and Hearts are just a bunch of Zoomers and Millennials w/their older allies #hence the tone of this #the Polar Tang is a sensible yellow Buick Encore #because Law is a Resident Adult #I like LawNa the romantic ship but I also like them as siblings #and this is me cackling for nearly 9k words about how bad it could be if both were true #Trafalgar D. Water Law #wow how did i not tag him to start wtf

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Perekoo Angst

!!TW for heavy topics and homophobia!!

So since I'm scared as shit for our/my rights in my country and while my mental health is down anyways, I came up with this scenario/prompt.

We know that the people who live in Devil's Acre are probably from the 20th century or older which means anything other than their heteronormativity society is seen as a threat.

Now we have Isabel and Alma in all of this who have the problem of being Ymbrynes which means they kinda have to stay "neutral" or otherwise lots of people won't take them seriously anymore and/or will question their leadership.

And ofc they are also scared of the judgment and unacceptance that would definitely come with making their relationship public.

But with that also comes hiding your identity and sexuality and being scared that people might "catch you" one day.

In the scenario there's this entire protest thing against lgbtq people but there are also people who are protesting for lgbtq rights. There would probably be more people who are against it though, because of the mind of the society and because most lgbtq people were just scared and hiding.

So there is this rather small group of supporters and this big mass of protesters against it in front of the ministries building.

And inside in a small office on the upper floor is Isabel, crouched down with her back against the wall while she can quietly but clearly hear the protesters in the background. She may be pretty confident about her sexuality or the way she expresses herself by now, but these things still scare the hell out of her… they could kill her after all or worse, the people she cares about.

It's when Alma knocks on the door and comes in to find the other Ymbryne in this state. She locks the door and sits to calm Isabel down, suggesting that they could go home and get out of this overwhelming situation. But Isabel denies it, saying that she doesn't want to bring these thoughts home, not wanting to connect any negative thoughts with the peace and safety that the loop brought her. Therefore they stay in the room just being in each other's presence and trying to calm one another.

Eventually they fall asleep until they get woken up by some angry knocking. In panic about being seen together Alma hides in one of Isabel's huge wall cupboards (shush, gay cliche i know), because the risk of being seen while flying out of the window is too high.

From this point it could go two ways tbh.

Protesters come in and are just angry in general. They had  decided to storm the ministries building and smear offensive things on the walls of the old building. Either they are angry because they know about Isabel due to her being so open about everything or they are just mad in general and in this rage they blame random stuff on Isabel, why she was still here, why her door was locked, if she was hiding something, etc.

Again two possible ways to go, either the protesters just riot and throw some stuff around and by that also knock down some wall cupboards (where Isabel has to pretend like she doesn't care that much) or they just talk shit about Isabel and then leave.

Either way it leaves the two Ymbrynes scared and traumatized as fck.

After the protesters have left again, Isabel straight up locks the door again and rushes to Alma who's clearly as terrified as Isabel is.

The last picture is just the two Ymbrynes huddled together again, both being absolutely terrified while you can still hear the people running through the building in the distance.

Isabel apologizes over and over again, that she said no to just going home and leaving this all behind, and Alma tries to calm her as best as she can, while trying not to hyperventilate herself.

How they actually get out of this, if they just wait until everyone is gone or Alma creates a small pocket loop away (idk how fast she can actually make them tbh), is really up to you guys, whoops.

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I had this really detailed in my head but I can't really get myself to write anything more….story like? I'm currently more in the state of staring at my phone but not being able to get one sentence written down and even this post here took me DAYS to write, which is ridiculous.

Yeah so in case anyone wants to actually write or draw something based on this, feel free to use it :)

In case I traumatized tf out of you now, then I am terribly sorry for that! It's just that this has been stuck in my head for Days and because I am just shit scared that we are going back to this fcked up mindset.

#like yeah i might have chronical depression #but that doesnt mean that i will die just because some shitheads out there think two women kissing is unnatural #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #miss cuckoo #isabel cuckoo #perekoo #angst #tw homophobia #ymbryne #ymbrynes #wlw #in case you were wondering #how fucked up my head is #this is how

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Thank you for the new chapter! I love how Daemon really acknowledges that he’s a fucking pervert. Straight up shameless at all times but he’s still caring in his own way. His thought process of “oh my wife is too tired with making my child, I won’t wake her up and use her hand. I’ll just do it myself and cover her with my seed” like 🤣 Also! I realized he didn’t actually sing to her, what a cheat. And is that hints of him not being able to keep up with Babey in the bedroom I see 👀

The story about Daemon’s childhood was cutee, of course he’s been a mischievous rule-breaking brat since the very beginning. Imagine one of his future kids acts just like him and everyone(esp Viserys, if he’s still alive) is just like “yeah, now you know how we feel”

For example, Daemon is in his solar working and not wearing Dark Sister. He steps out for a moment *ahem* to fck Babey *ahem* and his young child breaks into the solar, steals his sword and goes on a dragon ride. Bonus points if it’s their first solo dragon ride.

And awww Rhaenyra feeling melancholy. You wish it was you huh? Welp, it wasn’t meant to be you girlie. I hope she doesn’t feel too down for too long though cause I love Rhae too.

Stay safe & have funn!

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Hey, 💎! Nice to see ya! I'm so glad you liked the new chapter, for some reason it was literal hell to write haha. Probably because I was introducing a whole bunch of plot threads, which made it difficult to navigate through some of the character groundwork I was laying. Plus I've been spiralling a little over whether or not I'm doing too much telling and not enough showing, which is such a fun exercise in insecurity!

Daemon is a grotty, bad man - and he knows it. Revels in it, even. If Babey's too tired for seks, he's gonna beat himself off and nut on her (gods, what an awful sentence). No impulse control, no "eh, let's hold off maybe?" vibes, STRAIGHT to "I'll get myself onto my partner's skin in her sleep". Jeeeeeez. As for the 'old' comment he makes, I guess I'm just really into the idea that he enjoys the fact that he's so far apart in age from her, a dirty ol' man corrupting his smol niecey. Plus, the robe and slippers was such a fucking hilarious domestic!Daemon image in my head - the sight of this man stalking down the corridors of Dragonstone at night, on his way to fuck Babey's pussy right up. Get it, you old coot.

I'm glad you enjoyed the incorporation of a childhood scene; not a lot is written about what Daemon was like as a kid other than 'he was wild' or something to this effect, so I extrapolated from that to build the scene with Jaehaerys. The old king isn't someone I've ever played around with before, so I thought it might be a good idea to bring that thread in. I hope it worked the way I wanted it to. Lol, I'm snorting at that what-if scenario. He's definitely gonna have a little munchkin like him to serve that good dose of karma, stressin' him out and all.

As for Rhaenyra, don't worry super much about her, I'd say. I've explained the general vibe of her reaction in this post, but it's not something petty and awful - I mean, it's not fair, but neither is it a "I'm gonna steal your man" angle, either. Just something I thought would be realistic in light of the circumstances she's found herself in and the fact that she's regularly seeing her uncle and her sister in happy domesticity together, when her uncle was once the only man she ever wanted.

Thank you so much for the kind words! I've yet to start on the next, but I have partially planned the sequence so we'll see how it goes!

#fanfiction comments

[astralartefact]

#AnoggForReincarnation SHE WOULD BE PERFECT AND HERE'S WHY

Okay, so before the next chapter ruins my dreams let me write out my thoughts on why Anogg YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse should be the character that comes after 10H (if the second ? on the website doesn't just hint at mama again)

#001 She fits the theme aka fck i have to explain the theme of reinkane again

So basically, a lot of Reincarnation's stories revolve around the fact that our characters have problems that others put on them without them ever having a choice about that - and more often than not (by which i mean always) these choices are made by people our characters are 'reincarnated from' - e.g. a mother making decisions for her daughter, scientists making decisions for their creations,...

And that's exactly what happens in the important part of Y:DA, the part people keep ignoring because 2B isn't in it:

In short: Reincarnation is a Cage

(I have a better post about it here)

In order to stay in power, the elder of a community (Glagg) misuses his influence to spread misinformation amonst the general populace which causes them to turn against literal orphans after they actually did something kind of objectionable for once, simply because he deemed their curiosity a threat to his power.

The guy in power uses the structures he helped build to keep in power, while the "reincarnated" youth can do nothing about it because they're literally orphans, what are they going to do against a hate campaign by their mayor???

Also, Crime and Punishment references, something something "who gets punished for crime-ing and who doesn't", something something Populism is bad.

Like, just trust me, it would fit really well.

#002 She fits the "lore" aka yes, of course y:da is canon, duh

Anogg knows that the world is constructed and she literally grasps in and out of it in the ending. If she actually entered the Cage by falling into the round egg (and we'll get to the egg in a second) it would be a perfectly valid interpretation of how the cage works that she could then take with her to the outside.

Also I have to legally mention that the new ffxiv lore book kind of implied that Anogg and Konogg aren't "real" dwarves and always came from the egg - which in turn if the egg is actually a figment of the cage might imply that there's actually a "lore" reason for why Anogg and Konogg look like Devola and Popola.

Also also I just think that it would be really funny from a non-cross over perspective if Reincarnation was like "Hey, this new character is not Devola - it's Mini Devola." Like, nobody with a brain would ever do that... which is exactly why they should do it.

#003 She fits the story aka Mommy and the Egg

If we are actually finding out what the cage really is (points at the round egg in the trailer) and if it does have anything to do with the memory tree (still pointing) and if that does mean that an actual seed is (part of) the cage (still pointing) then we have to bring up that Y:DA literally just had one show up. That's not a coincidence.

Now the second half of this point is concerned with what Mama can do to stop what's happening in the Cage - and what I was imagining before the trailer was that as the moon server mechanic Mama puts 10H's story in there herself (or at least searches for 10H's story in the cage until she finds it) so 10H can do something from the inside.

And while that doesn't look like it's happening, it still is an idea that I personally find appealing.

Okay so we know our big issue is that Mourning Mother is wreaking havoc in the cage. You know who would be really helpful with that? Literally any of the people who have fought her before and won.

Now the problem with that is that there are several other contenders that would fit that spot and Anogg is certainly neither the most qualified nor the funnest option to put in for this reason - but she is an option.

but anyways tangent of people who i could see in that scenario:

Caim. Just imagine it. Mama is like "We need somebody to help us with this threat! I know just the guy!" and the guy she pulls up with is the mute incest boy who really loves murder. (the only other option I would be fine with)

Nowe Drakengard 2 bc it would give someone an aneursym

Accord. I mean - She's been here the whole time. I actually think she's the most likely 'last character' but I do think it would be kinda boring to put her here if she could instead get her own game.

I guess Lanca(Mini Zero)/Crym would also work if they want to make VoC:FM canon canon, but I highly doubt that we will ever see that day

#00X If it's any previous NieR Main Character I will riot FUCK THAT SHIT

I'm only bringing this up because I've seen it pop up a couple of times and no. For the love of god no. I do not want to see 2B or 9S or even Nier in a main character role in a main NieR game (which this absolutely is) ever again. Not that I couldn't trust this game's writers to write something good that makes sense, but fuck that. Their stories are over - and especially with this game it would be so massively fucking disrespectful.

At most people remember "the Girl" and "the Monster" and then one or two of the waifus from the game - but like, I don't expect a general NieR fan to know that Yuzuki and Hina exist and those are literally Main Characters - so to end it all by putting 2B in it for no fucking reason aside from "Well it's YoRHa and people know her! Have some more objectification of women to whale on!" would be so fcking stupid asduigasuigssdfif

#ff14 #ffxiv #yorha dark apocalypse #anogg #nier reincarnation #nier #devola but not popola

[yesimwriting]

guys i was so close to being done with chapter 3 of business practical and it was SO LONG but then tumblr glitched and erased all my progress 😭 like PAGES of content deleted !! making this update so i don’t cry about it tbh

but...i also have two different smutty (i can write smut like twice a year bc i feel so awkward doing it bc in person i’ve barely looked at a man😭) elvis fics sitting in my drafts that are closer to done so one of them might be out first 

i thought i’d give you the summaries of the two separate smutty drafts just so yall know what i’ve been working on and to let me know if you wanna be tagged in anything lol 

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- Draft one: Vegas! Elvis x Makeup artists! younger (but of consenting age)! reader

The reader is confused about her relationship with Elvis because he’s always treating her like a girlfriend or like one of the girls he keeps on rotation even though they’ve never done anything super sexual because reader takes that super seriously and she’s scared of falling in love with him (she basically is already 😭) because with the way he’s taking care of himself, he’s not going to be around for long. After finally snapping and telling him that she’s worried about him, Elvis gets a lot closer to her. After two weeks of them basically acting like a newly wed couple, Elvis is forced to take drastic measures bc reader has lowkey been ‘innocently’ teasing him 

- Draft two: Vegas! Elvis x younger (but of consenting age)! reader 

you guys know that song that goes ‘i need him like water, he thinks that i’m alright’ well IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF HIM so i made a fic inspired by it but with a happier vibe/ending where it’s just about the reader having an insecure moment after Elvis is a tiny bit toxic (let’s face it, he would be lmao) and she thinks that he’s not going to care about her feelings because it doesn’t make sense for them to be together in any capacity, but once he notices, there’s like an angry ‘i love you’ confession and the reader is like ‘shut up, ik i just broke every casual hookup rule bc of this mental breakdown, you don’t have to pretend’ and that just makes him more mad and then he’s like do i need to fck u into understanding that i’m in love with u?? bc i will

#elvis #elvis x reader #update #elvis presley x reader

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Hello lovely Rid 💕💕💕

I wish I could have messaged you sooner but I only saw your post this morning and I've had kind of a busy day. But I've been thinking about what to say the whole day in the free moments I had.

First of all, you are absolutely not alone in the feelings you have right now. For some reason our brains really like to go against us sometimes and make us put ourselves down, I think a lot of us have experienced that. And I also think that's a reason why you shouldn't be afraid to vent on here, because while of course I feel so bad that you're going through this right now, it can be comforting just to see someone speak about an experience that you've gone through as well, and know that you're not alone. I feel for all of the people that have reached out to you, saying that they feel the same. And I also think it's beautiful that everyone is helping each other here by sharing the things that are helping them get through it or feel better 🥺🥺🥺

The thing with comparing yourself to people and not feeling good enough... I totally get that. I'm obviously here to remind you that you are absolutely amazing and so so admirable. I know that it might not help fully, because these thoughts often completely disregard the good things that you know are true about yourself just to put you down, but I'll never miss a chance to sing your praises.

It's so so amazing that you are where you are right now, the fact that you are getting your master's degree!!! and starting a new job!!! is amazing!!! And those things might be the ones stressing you out, but you're still doing them! You're working hard just as you've done so far to get to where you are now.

Your writing and presence on here are also so precious to me. I hang onto your every word, whether that's in your stories or when you answer asks and talk more about yourself. You're so genuinely kind and funny and thoughtful and you make me so happy.

Another thing is the way that you keep trying despite all of the things you're going through right now. You realise the way that this mindset is making you feel and you're actively talking about it and trying to change it. All of these things are things you should be proud of and if you can't be proud of them right now, I'll be proud for you until you can. I am so so incredibly proud of you, Rid.

I don't have any real advice on how to overcome what you're feeling (and I've already talked way too much). You already seem to be trying to focus on the things that make you happy and reflecting on your own accomplishments, which is something so hard to achieve, but all that matters is that you're trying. (I'm literally ready to listen to you list all of your accomplishments and things you're proud of so that I can remind you of all of them next time). You're doing everything you can right now and you're definitely strong enough to get through this.

You'll be okay, Rid. And every time you're not, we'll be here to remind you that you will be. Sending all of my love to you with the tightest hug. I'm so proud of you 💞💞💞

it's absolutely okay... you know i appreciate it that you always drop by at all. and the fact that you thought about what to say shows so much care, i'll cry 🥲

for some reason i didn't think of that yet and tbh, knowing now that my post enabled people to open up and give each other comfort makes me 🥺🥺🥺 i really hope everyone feels better now. there was so much kindness in my inbox today, and i feel so bad i've been too busy or down to answer yet :'( i'm also so sad that everyone's been feeling that way, though. maybe it's the weather.. or the season. something's going around.

and ivi, all those praises :(( i don't know how i deserved them/you, but holy fck, they made me smile and tear up simultaneously. you make me feel so much better every day, i don't even know if you know. but fuck, thank you so so much. your presence has been a damn gift. i love you to tiny bits, i really do 💕

#the p word too :((( #im really trying to change.. honestly #like i want to be kinder and better... and feel good about the change... we'll get there <3 #notes for rid 🌹 #ivi <3 #long ask

[kirksfattitties]

okay here’s more about the tos crew playing dnd au/hc/whatever

mccoy: dungeon master. grumpy old fuck, perfect for keeping players in line and not taking any bullshit. also creative and funny and would think of interesting storylines.

kirk: human paladin (oath of devotion). really loves the roleplay aspects and REALLY gets into character. always talks about how he can’t break his oath. tries to talk his way out of situations but it usually doesn’t work and he ends up getting hit, but that’s okay because his character can put up a good fight. also keeps flirting with npc’s but strikes out

spock: half-elf wizard (school of necromancy). spock originally didn’t want to play but jim convinced him saying it would help him understand human interactions and get to know his coworkers better. he also said that there was math and strategy involved which intrigued spock. spock picked a wizard because he admired how wizards gain magic from studying (nerd). he SAID he picked necromancy because it’s “an intriguing concept” but everyone knows it’s because he’s goth. he picked half-elf in an attempt to humor his human friends (it worked and they laughed). found the roleplaying difficult at first, but has gotten the hang of it now. his character keeps almost dying because wizards have shit health (bones teases him because a NECROMANCER almost DYING). also memorized the entire rules books and holds everyone to them. also helps everyone with Dice Math. also YES he has a familiar and YES it’s a black cat.

uhura: tiefling bard (college of creation). amazingly good at everything. good at roleplay, good at combat, and makes really good plans. usually suggests being The Distraction in whatever plan they do. about 80% of her rolls are Really High and bones keeps accusing her of cheating, but spock made some nearly-perfect balanced dice and she tried them out and rolled two 20’s and one 19, so basically everyone concluded that she’s just lucky. also flirts with all the npc’s but actually scores with them (unlike jim’s character). spock lends her his vulcan lyre so she can play music to sing along with. she also has a book of little poems she’s written (for bardic inspiration and spellcasting) but she can also come up with them on the fly pretty well.

sulu: human rogue (swashbuckler)/fighter (samurai) multi-class. LIVES for the fighting and also tries to show off and do cool flips whenever he can. has the highest kill count in the game and hasn’t yet been knocked unconscious. whenever the roleplay or the planning gets boring he’s just like “can i hit something now?” (the first time he said that, bones was like “ok” and had a dozen goblins ambush him, but sulu singlehandedly killed all of them. bones didn’t do that again.) also rolls his eyes when people ask for a rest. (it’s all just performance though, he actually likes the stories that bones makes and likes playing with everyone)

scott: rock gnome artificer (artillerist speciality). he keeps trying to make a phaser inside dnd, which is kinda(?) possible. he accidentally (“accidentally”?) makes a lot of things explode. his character always has some type of alcohol on him (scotty uses this as an excuse to bring alcohol to the sessions, bones usually doesn’t start drinking until someone does something dumb and scotty will slide him a glass). he’s usually with sulu on the “can we fight now?” train, but he has shed a tear or two when some genuinely touching roleplaying stuff happened.

chekov: satyr ranger (fey wanderer). his character’s feywild gift is “fresh, seasonal flowers sprout from your hair each dawn” because why the fuck not? his character is quite literally a party animal, but knows when it’s time for business (well, at least most of the time). chekov keeps pointing out random things and has his character say that it was “inwented in the feywild” (the first time he did that, bones stole scottys drink and drank like half of it). bones started calling chekov’s character “the kid” as a pun (“because satyr... goat... kid.... baby goat..?”) and no one laughed but then later on chekov made a joke and said “i’m just kidding” and everyone laughed (except bones [okay, and spock but you could tell he was amused that bones was mad]). chekovs character is not really “good” at too many things, but he keeps everyone laughing (or annoyed). chekov usually rolls pretty low and they’ve written it off in canon as his character being very clumsy. he’s often in need of saving from the other party members. the kid’s a pretty great shot tho

rand: human warlock (pact: the great old one). rand doesn’t play every session (she’s usually busy), but when she does it’s really fun for everyone. her character is really op and always bringing out some unexpected spell or feature or object. despite being a powerful and intimidating warlock her character appears very flamboyant and flouncy. her character is very nice but can also be very ferocious.

chapel: water genasi cleric (life domain). CONSTANTLY fixing people up. about half of the time, it’s spock and/or jims characters trying to save each other and she has to heal them (bones is like “now you see what I have to deal with”) and the majority of other times it’s chekovs character. her character is also the Mom Friend and helps all the other characters with their Issues (because they all have Tragic Backstories). Her character is the only one without a Tragic Backstory and her backstory is basically just “i wanted to heal people and make the world a better place :)”. she’s basically everyone’s favorite played character and she can Do No Wrong (even when she definitely does do something wrong).

#long post #dnd au #shitty aus #might fck around and write this

[jar-of-vicissitudes]

54

Tomorrow, Wangji is leaving Gusu. Before sleeping, he checks if A-Yuan has packed everything to spend the week at Brother's.

“Dad, I'm not eight any more.”

“Do you have your comb?”

“Yes,” sighs A-Yuan. Who taught him to sigh like that?

Without giving Wangji a break, A-Yuan adds: “When can I come with you on a night-hunt?”

“When you are old enough to be named Sizhui.”

“I'll go with my class before that. And Uncle told me you would accompany him before you were fifteen.”

Brother, why.

“You need more training. Next year, maybe.”

A-Yuan pouts. Wangji only thinks: Already?

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#the untamed #cql #100 moons away #ngl i want to write more about a-yuan trying to convince lwj to take him with him #might fck around and do that when i'm finished with this project #oh look a-yuan the teenager it's gonna be fun lol #in the jingshi: *eyerolls and sighs* #literally anywhere else: *polite and proper* #'look at hanguang-jun's son! like father like son!' say the people at cloud recesses #who literally never put a foot in the jingshi #lxc: *smiles* 'in more ways than you can imagine' #lwj: 'brother what do you mean' #lwj: 'i was not that bad' #lxc: *smiles even more* 'now that i think of it you were even worse' #lwj: *glares and leaves* #lol let me have my fun for two secondes #anyway guys #hope you're alright! #here have a slight lwj meltdown on children growing too quickly hidden between some comedic attempts

[sensesdialed-aa]

SO THE FFH PRESS TOUR WAS AT ITS PEAK A YEAR AGO HUH

#(HM..) #(might fck around and watch the interviews again to feel something hbJHGVSDBJ) #(im home now i was out with a friend for awhile but i Will be around for the rest of the night) #(maybe i'll end up writing who knows) #🕸 ❝ just a small town bitch living in a lonely ditch ❞ → ooc #(FFH INTERVIEW CULTURE IS JAKE CONSTANTLY SAYIGN 'i love how mysterio teams up with spiderman and theyre friends' OKAY SIR KDFHJS)