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lale-txt · 6 months

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❈ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

where Smoker and you get hit by a truth serum and things get a little heated. in the best way possible.

a/n: a little something for @opopnomi who is a gem and deserves the best ♡ i had the best intentions to write something fluff with Smoker but somehow i got possessed and when i came back to my senses it was this absolute filth, oopsie.

contains: ns.fw under the cut (MDNI), afab!reader (no pronouns, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe genitalia), thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink, penetrative sex, breeding kink (NO mention of pregnancy or babies), slight overstimulation, mention of exhibitionism, mention of brat taming, slightly possessive Smoker if you squint

word count: 2.2k

“May I come in?”

You knock and push the heavy door to Smoker’s captain quarters open slightly to peek inside, seeing him hunched over some scattered files on his desk. He doesn’t even bother to look up, only motions you with one gloved hand to enter. Your captain seems to be even more troubled than usual. A cold and gloomy atmosphere radiated from him, which was somehow more intimidating than his usual stoic self who would bark out orders at his subordinates.

Was it your fault? Well… maybe you should have used seastone handcuffs instead of regular handcuffs on the captivated devil fruit user. But you hadn’t them at hand because someone insisted it would be fun to try them out in a way they definitely weren’t meant to be used. And maybe they were still dangling from the headboard of his bed because granted, you were up for a round two. That was before the devil fruit powers hit the whole crew, putting everyone under the effects of what basically was a truth serum.

To say that it caused a little chaos was an understatement. You feel a twinge of guilt in your chest and tiptoe towards your captain and lover.

“Prepared the report like you asked me to,” you mumble and put the files on his desk. You could already hear Garp’s booming laughter when he’d read over it and it definitely will be a topic at the annual Navy’s New Year party.

Smoker still doesn’t look up nor speak to you. “Cat got your tongue?”, you ask and sit down opposite of him, leaning on the wood. Only the sound of his pen scratching over the paper was audible. You sigh. “Are you not talking to me because you’re mad or because there are certain things you absolutely don’t want to say out loud?”

That certainly got under his skin–you could tell from the way that one vein on his forehead twitched slightly before he finally dared to meet your gaze, two cigars dangling from his lips.

“I’m not mad,” Smoker huffs and leans back in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose. He lets out a quiet groan before sitting up straight again, legs spread apart like he always does. Your eyes flicker to the spot you were grinding on last night and you bite your bottom lip slightly. Obviously the truth serum also caused you to be honest in your gestures and facial expressions, which is probably why Smoker immediately shut himself in shortly after the incident, looking as troubled as he does now. He notices your stare and shifts slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“But,” he continues, his voice a bit more low now, “it would have been troublesome if I told you in front of the whole crew how badly I want to sink my cock into you until you’re creaming around me. How I want you to whine out my name while you’re on top of me, begging me to fill you up. How blissfully fucked out you look last night when you gagged around me, drool and my cum dripping down chin.”

Smoker taps the pen he was holding on the wooden desk, now glaring at you. Almost as if he dared you to make a move. He could see how you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. If he was to bend you over the desk right now, he’d probably find your panties soaked. He still had some self-control, though. It was just a truth serum effect, not an aphrodisiac. Not that he needed one with you; he was absolutely infatuated with you anyway.

“Captain…”, you coo and smile, knowing after all this time it still made his cock twitch in his pants when you called him that, despite being lovers for a long time now. “It’s not like you to talk like that. I like it, though.”

You strut around the desk until you reach him, expectantly sitting in his chair, his prominent bulge on full display. He is massaging it lazily with one hand over the fabric while his eyes follow your movements. When he pats his leg with his other hand, you know what to do.

“You know, sometimes I want them to know. Want them to watch when you bully my cunt with your aching cock, splitting me open. Want everyone to see that I’m yours,” you whisper and straddle his thick thigh, grinding against it slowly for some relief. “Yours to use. Yours to fill.”

Smoker growls, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, and his big hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him. His grip is firm and he hasn’t taken his gloves off. He leans in close until his lips are merely an inch from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers, not kissing you yet. His warm brown eyes take you in as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. One hand of his comes to your face, cupping your chin gently. His thumb brushing over your lips, a low groan from his throat when you part them for him so willingly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Only yours,” you murmur and moan quietly when Smoker’s lips meet yours after what felt like an eternity. His cigars rest forgotten in the ashtray, he’s too busy devouring you. You can feel the heat pooling between your thighs, aching to be touched, worshiped even. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you don’t need any truth serum to feel how deeply he desired you.

A guttural moan from him makes you roll your hips, your core hot and dripping wet by now–you’re pretty sure there’s already a damp spot on his pants where you’re grinding on. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders you keep up your ministrations, feeling how you get lightheaded from the throbbing sensation. It isn’t enough but you can’t stop either, not now when you feel how hard he is by now.

Smoker is a very patient man. He likes it when you beg for him; he can’t get enough of your needy mewls when your poor cunt clenches around nothing, so desperate to be filled. Desperate for him.

“And you’re gonna be good for me?”, he asks in a low voice, his big hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing it. You nod eagerly, not beating around the bush. You could be such a brat sometimes, but under the spell of the devil fruit powers your body and its reactions were being so honest.

With his free hand Smoker unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, too slow for you as you let him know with an impatient whine. He enjoys having your eyes glued to him, wandering from his torso to his happy trail and fluttering wide open when his thick cock finally springs free, resting heavy on his stomach. Precum is already dripping from the tip, making you lick your lips in anticipation.

“Need you to fuck me,” you mewl and now you’re shifting in your spot, climbing from his thigh into his lap, grinding your clothed cunt against his length. Smoker is still not touching you properly and you’re already such a mess. “Please, please…”

Smoker brings one hand to his lips, biting the tip of his glove to take it off, while his other hand firmly holds you in place. He knows you like the gloves, but right now he wants to really feel you, not a single layer between you. His hand then sneaks between your thighs, cupping your aching pussy with his massive hand. You were absolutely drenched, your whole body trembling when he rubs slow circles against your core.

“Hurry.” Your voice sounded desperate now, with your head resting against his shoulder, your breath hot against his bare skin. “Hurry or I’ll die. Please. Need your fat cock inside me. Need your cum.”

Smoker lets out a hoarse laugh when he lifts you up with ease and drops you gently on the desk. “You’re not gonna die, darling,” he mumbles and kisses from your jaw to your neck, his scruff scratching over your skin. “But I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll see stars and heaven. Gonna fuck you till you feel my cum is oozing out of your pretty little cunt for days.”

His words have you whining and whimpering underneath him, and you raise your hips slightly so he can help you kick your pants off. Your soaked panties cling to your folds and you jump when Smoker rubs his tip between them, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. Your pleading eyes are enough to convince him not to tease you any further though–still, your panties wander in the pocket of his jacket… for later.

The air is knocked out of your lungs when Smoker plunges into you. He hasn’t even stretched you wide open with his fingers yet like he usually does, but he knew you’d be able to take him. You always do. And with how wet you are for him you take his cock with ease, your walls fluttering around him when he bottoms out fully. His thumb comes to your clit, drawing slow circles around it. He can never get enough how you twitch around his cock, milking him.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when Smoker starts pounding into you, keeping up a merciless pace. He’s so deep, hitting all of your sensitive spots with each thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck as he hovers over you, trapping you between the desk and his huge frame. It’s like you’re getting crushed in the best way possible. Neither of you is gonna last long this round, you just wanna fuck to get it out of your system; your bodies being as honest with each other like never before.

“Gonna cum,” you whine. “So close… gonna… Captain, ‘m gonna… fuck, fuck…”

Smokers lips are everywhere, crashing against yours, then on your neck, licking, biting, sucking. You’re his. Your scent and your sweet sounds are making him dizzy and he can hardly hold himself back any longer either. His hips start to stutter, fucking into you in a broken rhythm as he gets closer to his high, too.

“Mmm… gonna fill you up so good, darling.” His voice has a dark edge to it, deep and almost feral. One hand of his comes to your chin, lifting it up so you meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over your lips again and this time you don’t hesitate to suck on it, making him moan. “You’re gonna take it all, yeah? Gonna let me stuff you with my cum? You want that?”

You nod so eagerly, eyes glassy from how close you are, from the way he throbs inside of you. If he could, Smoker would have you in this position for hours; your legs wrapped around his hips to stop him from pulling out, your nails scratching over his bare skin when he fucks you deeply, his name falling from your parted lips until he stuffs them with his fingers, your tongue flickering around them so greedily.

“Wanna see you cum for me, baby,” he mutters, his thumb finding your clit again while he keeps thrusting inside of you. He is as close as you are. “Want you to cream around my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You let out a broken sob when the world comes crashing down on you, your walls twitching around his cock while waves of pleasure wash over you; poor, overstimulated thing. Smoker can’t hold back any longer either, rutting in a merciless pace until a few heartbeats later he spills his load inside of you, heat flooding your insides. He kisses your greedily, mumbling incoherent praise against your lips–it doesn’t matter what, because you’re too out of it anyway, but you’re laughing softly, kissing him back. Your whole body tingles as you ride out your high.

“Fuck, darling” Smoker laughs hoarsely, too. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “I love you so much.”

You touch his face, fingers brushing over his scruffy cheeks as you pull him to your lips again. Warm. He always made you feel so, so warm. You still throb around him, not willing to let him pull out yet. He likes you best when you’re stuffed and blissfully satisfied anyway. His hand comes to your stomach, pressing down where he’s nestled inside of you.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, propping yourself up on your elbows for a better view where the two of you are connected. Your mixed fluids are dripping down between your thighs every time he pulls out slightly, only to push himself back inside again, as if he could never go without the warmth of your cunt.

You rarely say those big words out loud. Smoker and you usually get along with a few sentences and the smallest gestures, but right now it’s bubbling in your chest; all the love you hold for each other.

As if it’s on the tip of your tongues, waiting to be devoured.

#one piece x reader #smoker x reader #vice admiral smoker #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #smoker x you #smoker x y/n #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert

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namism · 4 days

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alternate universe | portgas d. ace

➳ categories: marine ace au, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 1.4k

➳ notes: if this fic does numbers, i might consider writing a full-length story ❤️ title came from this underrated banger -> even in an alternate universe by ysanygo

In another universe, Ace is a member of the Marines and you are his colleague from the same division.

In this universe, specifically, Portgas D. Ace, the son of the wanted Gol D. Roger in another timeline, is an exceptional Marine with a driving passion for his work and a renowned hatred for the pirates that conquer the seas. In this universe, you are Portgas D. Ace's secondhand, who later becomes a Commander under Captain Ace's leadership.

The admirable grit of your duo is one thing that the Marine upholds. Ordinary soldiers look up to you, while Admirals respect the dedication that you two put in maintaining the Marine code of conduct. There is no one else like your pair.

Lately, however, a few oddities have caught your attention.

"Hey. Take this to Garp's quarters."

You spin on your heel as you feel a leather bag poke your ribcage. Standing beside you is your black-haired freckled partner, whose Marine uniform is yet again unruly and not a bit presentable for the title he holds and the respect he receives. Grabbing the bag from his hold, you point at a mysterious stain on his uniform.

"What's that?" you question.

Ace follows the direction of your eyes, landing on the collar of his inner dress shirt. "Uh, this? Dunno. Got it somewhere from a battle, I guess."

You roll your eyes.

"Sure. Just another one of the dark stains that you get from a battle without the sight of blood," you deadpan. Ace's lips morph into a sheepish smile. "I know what that is, idiot."

"He-he, just checking. I thought you wouldn't notice," comes his excuse.

"Everyone notices the scent of grilled meat on you, Ace. A food stain is no different." You shake your head. "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Garp's office, you say?"

"Yeah. He should be there."

After saluting to your Captain, you march to Vice Admiral Garp's office that is located in the far west wing of the base. On your way to his office, you encounter an unpleasant sight between a horde of your men and the Vice Admiral himself.

In the far end of the hallway come the marching crowd toward the where you just came from. The Vice Admiral, with his giant and brawny build, pokes out from the crowd as he walks side-by-side of what seems to be a lanky man in his 40s, his hands restrained by a pair of handcuffs made of Seastone.

As they approach, you ask one of your men in the frontlines.

"What's the meaning of this?"

The man salutes.

"Commander. We are taking the possessor of the Memo Memo no Mi to Impel Down. We must sail this evening under Admiral Fujitora's orders."

You look past the soldier to inspect the man in question. Vice Admiral Garp washes him out by a ton with their height difference, as well as the muscular composition of their bodies. His hair is matted and unkempt, and his clothes are ragged and baggy. He has his head down as he saunters with the group, like he's afraid of being seen in this feeble state.

As he comes close, however, he raises his head, then looks at you.

"You have an interesting life," he says. Vice Admiral Garp and the Marines who hear this look at him, surprised that he has spoken since his arrival this morning.

"Me?" you ask in disbelief.

The man grins odiously.

"You're the great first mate of the Spade Pirates." Stopping in his tracks, he chuckles. The Marine behind him barks an order to continue walking. Your vision darkens. "You're— you were a great pirate."

Your men look at you, some in horror and some in anticipation of your response to the strange statements. You grit your teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you growl. "I was never a pirate."

He laughs.

"Of course not, but in your first life, you were."

Your look hardens into a glare. Garp yawns, and with a forceful push of the man's shoulder, he orders him back to walking forward.

"Stop yapping, get moving! I'm going to miss my nap time," he yells. The Marines follow suit. He then notices the bag in your hand. "Good timing, Commander (Y/N). Just in time for my departure. I'll see you in a few days."

The Vice Admiral claims his luggage.

"You're going, too, Vice Admiral?"

"The jerks up there said I must," he says.

You nod. "I see."

You go back to your post as you part ways with the pack. They transport the handcuffed man to the coastal area of the base, where a heavily guarded Marine ship is docked and a Seastone cell awaits the Devil Fruit user in its lower deck.

On their way to the coast, Ace runs into Garp, his grandfather, and decides to tag along to oversee the progress of the mission. Before the shaggy man is taken away into the ship, he speaks to Ace in a wary tone.

"Be careful with the power you hold, Fire Fist," he tells the Captain, leaving the young man disturbed as the ship prepares to sail away.

Deep in the night a couple of hours later, you reunite with Ace in the mess hall for dinner. As usual, he comes back to your table with three plates loaded with different dishes, not accounting for the seconds that he will be taking later.

With some of your men gone for the recent mission, you and Ace sit alone together at a table.

"Did you know that they were on that mission?" you ask him.

Ace chomps on a rack of ribs, the barbecue sauce staining the corners of his mouth. "What mission?"

"The one with the weird guy," you say. "Uh, I'm assuming you saw him. Old guy, messy hair, looks like he hasn't taken a bath in a month?"

"Oh." He swallows. "I saw him. He was weird. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that."

"Weird, huh? Did you talk to him?"

"He told me something about fire and a fist." The Captain laughs. "It sounds ridiculous. No wonder why he's going to Impel Down. Something must be wrong in here."

He taps the side of his head with a finger. You snort.

"He spoke to me as well," you admit. Ace looks at you through his peripheral vision as he picks up a bowl of mashed potatoes. It's heated and well-cooked, just the way he loves them. "He told me I was a pirate in my first life. Can you believe that?"

"I do," your partner chirps.

You glare at him.

"Not the time for jokes, Ace. He said that I was the first mate of the Spade Pirates, or whatever that crew is." You look down at your food, feeling the heat waves hit your face. "Is there even such a thing as the Spade Pirates?"

"We can figure that out now that Garp is gone," suggests Ace. You look unamused. "Just kidding, he-he."

After dinner, you retreat to the barracks. You change into a set of pajamas and slip under the covers of your bed. As soon as your eyelids close, you drift off to a deep sleep.

"Come with me," he tells you, flashing a smile that you have never seen before: lips tight, eyes soft. Strands of his wavy black hair blow on his face as the sea breeze comes and goes, covering his freckles and his smile of sincerity.

"I can't leave Dadan alone." You tell him. He frowns. "I'm sorry."

"She'll be safe with Luffy. Now, come on!"

He tugs your arm toward the shore, where a small boat floats on the water with a thin sail and a couple bags of food that pool around the mast. He hops in the boat. He wears his trademark hat on his head, an orange cowboy hat with a rim of red beads and two smileys in front.

"There's room for one more person and some luggage!"

"I'd rather not, Ace," you say firmly.

Ace purses his lips together. "Are you scared?"

"Uh, no? I told you, I just can't leave this place."

He rests one foot on the edge of the boat. Leaning toward you, he says, "Come with me, please. We'll travel the Grand Line together, and in a few years, maybe we can recruit Luffy into our—"

"Your pirate crew," you finish. "I-I get it, but I can't. I'm not fit for that kind of life."

"You'll be my first mate."

You sigh.

"And what will your pirate crew be named as, Captain Ace?"

He laughs heartily, his bright white teeth showing as his eyes form into crescents.

"The Spade Pirates."

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peachkage · 5 months

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hi! can you do headcanons for Ace with a s/o that is a scientist? and like she just loves expirements n stuff? also she’s a whitebeard pirate right? so she’s actively trying to figure a way to make devil fruit users immune to kairoseki

(can this be au where ace lives please?)

My first request!! :3 soooo excited thank you for sending this in anon, It's such a cute concept!! I hope I did it justice, been thinking abt this all day ugh he's such a cutie!! I'd love to write more abt this :3 Ace brain rot continues!!

When Ace joined the Whitebeard pirates he was often told stories of a crazy scientist who was always causing havoc on the Moby Dick.

Their first meeting he was awoken by some foul smell seeping into his senses and was face to face with a grinning girl.

The two grew close super fast due to Ace’s ability to cause trouble and land himself in the infirmary (which just so happens to be next to her little lab set up).

Both being trouble makers they bonded in pranks

She often dragged Ace into experiments, of course Ace would never say no to her.

Getting together for them was inevitable, none of the Whitebeards were surprised. Infact Thatch even had a bet with some others on how long it would take!

She brought up her dream of being useful to the Whitebeards by nullifying the effects seastone prism would have on a devil fruit user a little bit after they started dating.

Ace understands completely where she’s coming from, she wants no harm done to anyone she loves.

Ace is always the first one to step up and volunteer for her crazy ideas

He always promises whatever she does to him would never hurt and makes sure to give her plenty of reassurance throughout.

He often gets caught staring at you while you geek out about some fancy new science fact and he is oh so in love with everything you do.

He may not look like he’s listening but trust him when he picks up on all the little things like how you really like the Nelumbo Nucifera or some of your more morbid facts like how easy it is to rip out a throat….

He also loves how eager you are to teach him all the fire facts you can find through your secret experiments!!!

When Ace is captured she can’t help but feel at fault that she was unable to finish her research for immunity to sea prism stone.

She is stressed the entire time constantly holed up in the lab, staying up day and night looking for anything to help nullify seastone.

She thinks she might’ve found something!

Marco, about to be bound by seastone prisms, flinches at the idea of the effect stopping him from saving Ace

But the drowsiness never comes and the effects are super light, nearly nonexistent. She figured something out!

With Marco’s newfound immunity he’s able to help Ace escape.

Ace couldn’t be more proud when he recovers and find out all your hard work over the last few years has finally amounted to something.

He commends you, science is a long process of trial and error but you never gave up.

“I’m sorry I was too late to prevent your capture, it must’ve been hard” she would say while holding him close to her heart.

Oh how he’s so in love with you.

#portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace lives #one piece #sorry its took so long #been a long day #portgas d ace headcanons

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willowbelle · 4 months

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Your law fic about unravel just chef kiss 💋 ♪⁠ ⁠\⁠(⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠\⁠ ⁠) i was wondering if we gonna get another sub Law? If your request is open, maybe get some Law tied up with ropes but reader got this seastone pebbles or chains that they gonna play it on his skin?? Anyway, happy birthday 🎂 hope not too late (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪.

You can skip the request if the request not open yet

sub law is here! (>ᴗ•) ! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

heres the link to the fic, enjoy-!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

thank you so much for the request-! (>ᴗ•)

i had so much (too much) fun writing this! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚

i adore the concept of such a hard-hearted man being submissive.

& thank you so much for the birthday wishes, my sweet love! that means so much to me-! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

and yes, my requests are open!

please send me everything your little hearts desire! i love new ideas!

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)₊˚⊹♡

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overtaken-stream · 10 months

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You could write more about King Wildfire, there's so little of him and I'm obsessed with him too.anything about him

Do Not F4lter

King The Wildfire x Strawhat!Reader

The actions take place when Luffy is still on the whole cake island. Reader is Genderneutral so if I slipped somewhere please notify me. I didn't want this to turn out like how it did but Idk it kinda grew on me. Also, THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC and I don't think it is platonic either, King and Reader respect each other as pirates. But Reader has disdain for everyone bc obviously... Fun fact, I wanted this to be a part 1 of another fic I'm making of Lunarian!Reader but it's completely different from the other (the other is rotting inside my drafts at the moment so, I'll see what I can do to save it. + I'll probably only release that on AO3 since I just dump ideas too small for AO3 on here)

Warning: Gender neutral Reader, past torture, current torture is discribed(suffocation and burn at the end), blood, jail, murder is mentioned. King talks a bit too much for my liking, but I don't think it is out of character.

The desolate chambers, parched and dull of any care lay quietly in Wano, the days went by with little to no warmth ever touching you, the smell of iron and the taste of blood bring what little comfort it could, the heavy shackles retained your hands together as you settled against the freezing, rocky wall in the darkness, panting to try and get your energy back, to no luck, your legs had no energy to hold your body weight up, let alone break through the seastone bars of this place.

As much as you tried to get yourself together to try and attain what little information the prisoners had collected over the months of being kept in this place, it was hard hearing anything past the waves of headaches that deafened your ears, even if you could, only the whimpers and groans of battered prisoners would meet you.

The tight shackles held onto you as you sat in the darkness of the cell, head tossed back against the cool wall as small talk chimed around the jail, the unknown voices of pirates who dared to cross Kaidou's territory were taken into interrogation for who knows how many times, some decided to switch sides while others did not spoke a word about their schemes, hence they've met their end.

You keep to yourself. You don't need anyone here. Not these scumbags anyway.

The murmurs of captured were silenced as the heavy door creaked, soon the footsteps sounded around the frosty enclosure, followed by a creaking sound of leather rubbing against latex. Sharp, hard, nonresonant sounds, produced by two pieces of metal striking, echo within their every step.

They walk with slow and confident strides, and from the sound of it, they have a mass greater than an average human. You expect them to take somebody away for questioning, testing, or torturing, depending on their mood and assignment.

But never would you have imagined the heat that claws its way underneath your skin. The unexpected warmth steals a gasp from your mistreated lips causing you to grimace at the pain the action bought. The torches and lanterns never emitted this much heat whenever your captors came into. They were a source of light and you cannot seem to figure out how they keep their body temperature in this type of environment while wearing an outfit rivaling Emporio Ivankov. Seriously how do they do it?!

With the warmth that this person brings came a vibrant light and for the first time in seven days you've been here, you have a clear view past the bars you've been taken in, though it is not much different from yours. The temperature keeps growing to the point its warmness swallows your whole body in comfort. The yellow hue just around the corner is followed by separated fire sparks and the cracking noises they disgorge, joined by metal clanks and leather creaks.

It is not until the silhouette stands on the other side of the bars that you realize The Monster–or should you say– The Beast that stood a couple of meters away from you, their long limbs and broad shoulders made to accommodate the sheer size of their dark and heavy wings make him that much more overawing. they're covered from head to toe with blue leather, the thought of wearing that much skin makes you uneasy, and the spikes cover the main intimidation factor. The mask.

With a brief look one would give to an insect, irrelevant critter, he stares. One would say they were belittling you if you had not known who exactly he was.

The All-Star. The fire itself. The Conflagration.

You cannot help but smile through your beaten expression, a cunning smile overtakes your features as if you've won a game you didn't know you were playing. It feeds your ego. Kaidou's right-hand man himself came to interrogate you because the mediocre ogres couldn't get a word out of you.

His burning eyes stare at you in a way that tells you of your lukewarm retort to his presence. You couldn't agree more that it was a dumb reaction, but as a cackle escapes into the air, devoid of any noises excluding the flames on his back, you cannot help yourself.

(It sounds so much like the pained and shrilled laughter of a man in a blue and white mask, a silent Kid Pirate if you remember correctly.

He should have known better than to make an offer with a corrupted man like the Shogun. Deals and offers are double adged swords in the world of piracy. He of all people, should have known.)

Your cackle turns into coughing and desperate gasps of air, awaiting your heart to settles down, you spoke.

``I... I feel honored, having an All-Star involved in-``

King interrupts you with a key, opening the door and dragging your exhausted and squalid body harshly into the interrogation cabinet. Can't have others listening into your screams of agony.

his voice, so monotonous keeps a gruff edge as he speaks.

``I won't repeat it again Straw hat (Y/N), what are you trying to pull off here in Wano.`` He leans his back against the wall next to the door while you sluggishly fall to the floor, even in your haze you still vividly hear his question, not so much as a question but an order for you to state your business in this closed-off country.

Your half-lidded eyes do not move away from the ceiling, but your smile falls into a thin line. You wish you could bask in his warmth in peace.

``Where is your captain? Your crew?``

``...Not with me.`` technically you aren't lying.

``I'll ask again, where is your captain.``

``I told you and that fool of an officer the answer alre-ady!`` you raise your voice, and furrow your brows at the voice crack that formed due to dehydration. ``I'm not with them.``

That sentence could be taken in multiple ways. You wonder which he chooses to take.

Silence fills the chamber as he drills holes into your face with his eyes alone. He steps toward you, slow and calm in a way he isn't, until the bottom of his boot meets your throat.

``...Members of the Worst Generation Pirates think they have any significance in the New World. They conceive thoughts that they're stronger then they actually are and feed the lies only to satisfy their hunger to make an impact of some kind.``

You can feel the blood trying to travel in your body as he puts more and more pressure on your airways, cutting you off from the precious oxygen. You felt as if your head could explode from the pain.

Barely through your teeth you ask of why he hasn't ended you yet, like they've done with numerous pirates.

``A carrot on the stick.`` he answers with eyes of the soulless, watching the shocking realization seep into your eyes. they're planning on using you as a leverage, to get to Luffy, they would not kill you, oh no.

``It's amazing, the fact that you came to us at the most perfect time. He has been the reason of Kaidou's headaches for a while now.`` Your need for air was long forgotten, even when you saw black spots form in your vision, you couldn't get the fright out of your system. Couldn't get the thought of which meaning he chose from your previous answer to your brain.

He takes the boot off of your throat. the oxygen pushes it's way through your irritated throat and lungs as you gasp and squirm in the dim room.

``I'm here to give you an offer. To join The Beast Pirates, while acting as our pawn, or you'll meet your maker in this place. Either way, you'll end up being a tool one way or another.``

Ten seconds pass, twenty seconds pass in silence. A laugh erupts.

``Hah! It's quite a defeated way to go, I'll either gain what little freedom I can in your ranks, or I'll continue to take what I've already taken tons of times...`` A sweat rolls down your cheek, distorted to accommodate the smile overtaking your face. You worry for yourself, but you do not falter.

Dirt and grime sticks to your clothes, blood and gore covers your limbs, which pang and cramp on their own, pain lingers in your every word and movement. You're drained of any energy, your thirsty and hungered. You do not falter.

His eyes stare at your numb face, confused because why are you laughing, irritated because he knows which option you'll choose. Respect doesn't have to come naturally to him– it is something he has learned through Kaidou, it is something he rarely ever feels towards someone, even among Kaidou's own men. But now as he stares into your determined face, he shows regard for your dedication and ability.

``Give it all you've got because there is no way I'm ever joining you assholes...!`` even if you know they will still use you, there is a higher survival chance you acknowledge, pride, selflessness, selfishness, will, whatever it is that will remain untouched due to this decision, you can only hope to make it out of here before they stop fueling the fire within you. Make it out before they break you completely.

King can only accept you on equal basis and give you the same consideration you would expect for yourself. Though he rarely feels interest there is an attraction of sorts that he admits, and respects as a pirate. There's a shared dedication that he has in common with you. And he wonders.

``It would have been nice to get to know you better, but I'm afraid I don't care.``

And your blank (E/C) tells him of an identical thought.

Temperature grows and vibrant flames are fueled, your torment continues with a mutual agreement in mind.

#one piece #anime #king one piece #king the wildfire #.my writing.#king the wildfire x reader #one piece spoilers #one piece x reader #Gender neutral reader

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stinkysam · 7 months

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MASTERLIST TV SHOWS / MOVIES (a->z)

••••••••• •••••••••

–AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D

Deke Shaw

Past, Present, Future - (fluff/nsfw)

Patience is a man’s best virtue - (fluff)

On Monday - (fluff)

Bed sharing - (fluff)

But if you had told me, I would've told you - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

–ALICE IN BORDERLAND

I will not write for Niragi.

Chishiya Shuntarō

Random headcanons - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

–DOOM PATROL

Larry Trainor

No, I don’t wanna talk about it - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

–ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION

Buggy the Clown

Five more minutes - (fluff)

So no head ? - (smut) - pt.1

Repaid in kind - (smut) - pt.2

You can slice me, you can dice me... - (fluff)

Pretty please ? - (fluff)

Seastone cuffs - (smut)

Give me your dick - (smut)

Meet my ex - (angst) - pt.1

Head keeper - (angst) - pt.2

Flashy flashy ! - (fluff)

Uh-oh - (fluff)

Me ! Me ! Me ! - (fluff)

This is you - (fluff)

Am I me ? - (fluff)

Your move - (angst)

Buggy the sugar baby - (fluff) - pt.1

It's getting expensive - (fluff) - pt.2

Furnace - (fluff)

I don't feel it anymore - (angst)

Who's got it bigger ? - (fluff)

Twitch streamer - (fluff) - pt.1

Game con - (fluff) - pt.2

So handsome - (fluff)

I'll haunt you - (fluff)

My marine bf - (fluff)

Cabaji

Honk honk - (fluff)

Monkey D. Luffy

Always together - (fluff) - pt.1

Glue - (smut) - pt.2

Is it a monster ? - (fluff) - pt.3

Dancer - (fluff)

For staying alive - (angst)

Captain - (fluff)

Fish - (fluff)

When are they gonna kiss - (fluff) - pt.1

Oh, they more than kissed - (smut) - pt.2

Maybe the paradise is the friends we made along the way - (fluff)

Cook - (smut)

You'll have to cut my arms - (fluff)

Look - (fluff)

Roronoa zoro

I don’t need saving - (fluff)

Well, this is awkward - (angst)

Fucking idiot - (fluff)

Different - (fluff)

Dinner - (fluff) - pt.1

Eat me - (smut) - pt.2

Stronger - (fluff)

Vinsmoke Sanji

Oh boy - (fluff) - pt.1

A date ?! - (fluff) - pt.2

Confettis - (fluff)

Me ? - (fluff)

Princes - (fluff)

I'll peel every tangerine for you - (fluff)

Twitch streamer - (fluff)

Bonus

How they take it - (smut)

••••••••• •••••••••

–SPIDER-MAN (TOM HOLLAND)

Peter Parker

Next time I’ll answer for you - (smut)

Unlucky days are not so bad - (smut)

No one would know - (smut)

Moon - (smut)

Can I hold your hand ? - (fluff)

Ever heard of privacy? - (fluff)

My son !? - (smut)

••••••••• •••••••••

–STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

1985 - (fluff)

In your arms - (fluff)

Summer of 85 - (fluff) - pt.1

Man crush - (fluff) - pt.2

••••••••• •••••••••

–THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN (ANDREW GARFIELD)

Peter Parker

Some people are gay, Steven - (fluff)

There’s no happy ending possible - (angst)

I wanna thank myself for always having my back - (fluff)

Hit “send” - (fluff)

The suit stays on - (smut)

First time - (smut)

Did you know I love lizards - (fluff) - pt.1

Man, I love lizards - (fluff) - pt.2

Closed door - (smut)

Blind - (angst)

I wasn't here - (angst) - pt.1

I never lost hope - (fluff) - pt.2

All about the angle - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

–TIMEWASTERS

Ralph

The dance - (angst)

Secrecy - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

–UNDER THE SILVER LAKE

Sam

Is it a good idea ? Depends. - (fluff)

Helping hand - (smut)

••••••••• •••••••••

–VENOM

I will not write nsfw for any of them.

Eddie Brock (+ Venom)

This is killing me - (fluff)

Spider on thin fuckin’ ice - (crack)

Two losers are worth more than one - (fluff)

Alien - (fluff) - pt.1

The second beer - (fluff) - pt.2

Salt lamp - (fluff)

Pinky promise - (fluff)

••••••••• •••••••••

#masterlist #male reader #agents of shield #alice in borderland #doom patrol #one piece live action #Spider-Man #stranger things #the amazing Spider-Man #timewasters #under the silver lake #venom

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 A lovely bouquet of flowers for the lady!

Still have a bunch of these in my inbox, and on the subject of Makino befriending powerful people by just being herself, here's a snippet from the next chapter of Salt Vows, which is next on my list after Put It on My Tab:

She’d lost track of how many days had passed since her arrest, the hours bleeding together and the world beyond the brig unchanged, tossing restlessly against the ship, in tandem with the contents of her stomach.

At least she wasn’t alone this time, although in terms of companionship, a taciturn Vice-Admiral wouldn't have been her first choice.

“And then they all join forces to crash the king's execution?”

Eyes closed in a vain attempt at not seeing how much the brig was tilting, “There’s a bit more build-up before that, but yes,” Makino said, her voice echoing hollowly inside the bucket in her lap.

“It's too easy,” Smoker said, leaning back against the bulkhead where he sat on his cot, his seastone cuffs in his lap. Unlike her, he didn't seem remotely bothered by the rough conditions. “How did they even get into the city?”

“Would suspending your disbelief enough to accept that they did be too much to ask?”

"I just don't buy how they all got past the guards."

"Neither did Ben, but I don't see either of you writing a bestseller," Makino muttered, and felt the pang of longing, but then in debating the plotholes of her favourite books, a fiercer adversary was hard to imagine, even if her current companion was quickly proving himself a worthy opponent.

Primly mutinous, she kept herself from reminding him that he was the one who'd asked, but figured the boredom had to be getting to him. At least talking kept her mind off her seasickness.

Then Smoker said, “At least it's not as bad as that amnesia story.”

Opening her eyes slowly, Makino looked at him through the bars, before saying calmly, "I will toss my puke bucket at you."

The corner of his mouth jutted. “If you could lift it in your state I’d consider that a legitimate threat.”

She might have proved him wrong, but whatever rebuttal she’d had ready, verbal or otherwise, was cut short as the ship rocked, and she bent over the bucket and retched.

#One Piece Makino #OP Makino #One Piece Smoker #opfanfic #mungoe writes #WIP meme #thank you!!#this chapter has been nearly finished in my docs for months so I'm excited to get back to it!#might warm up with some more snippets<3

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yujo-nishimura · 4 months

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Impel Down Chaos - Head Canon - Part 2

This is for all of you, who asked for a second part! :)

@lostfirefly & @littlewitchgirly and anybody else who wants to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know. I might write two more chapters, wanting to involve Luffy as well. ;)

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, SFW for now and a lot of goof, English is not my native language

You just realized that blood was dripping from your nose and you quickly ripped a piece of cloth from your shirt to push it into your nostril. Standing there like a perverted idiot with confidence you started speaking again:

"I'm alright, Captain. No need to worry about me. I believe your Chop-Chop Fruit abilities could come in handy here... Were the guards unaware of your devil fruit powers?”

Buggy's face immediately lit up with excitement. "Y/n, you clever girl! I never mentioned it to them, but I also wasn't sure if they would keep me on this Level 1 or send me deeper into the other levels..."

"Then let's not waste any time. Use your chop chop abilities to shrink yourself enough to slip through the bars. Once you're out, find the key and get me out of here!" you urged.

Your captain sprang into action, disassembling his body parts and making them small enough to squeeze through the iron bars, which, thankfully, were not made of seastone. The other prisoners watched in awe as he effortlessly reassembled himself on the other side.

You hurriedly approached the iron bars, your hands still bound in cuffs. "Please, Captain, hurry. I don't know how long I'll be safe in here," you pleaded, hoping he would grasp the urgency this time. But instead, he burst into laughter, taunting the remaining inmates by showing them his butt and proclaiming that they could all rot in hell.

"Please, Buggy!" you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice. Surprisingly, just calling out his name without addressing him as captain seemed to snap him out of his triumphant little victory dance.

“Hold on, Y/n. I'll be back with the key, I promise!" Buggy assured you, his tone filled with determination. He then turned his attention to the other prisoners, issuing a stern warning, "And all of you in there, listen up! If I return and find that any of you have harmed my valuable crew member, I won't lift a finger to help you escape. Do you understand?"

The prisoners around you mumbled something like their acknowledgment, and you hoped that Buggy's offer would be more enticing to them than any harm they could inflict upon you in the meantime.

You watched as your captain darted down the corridor, desperately searching for a guard or the guards' room in hopes of finding the key. He appeared to be lacking a concrete plan, but you held onto the hope that his usual streak of luck would guide him through his rescue attempt. He also looked adorable in his striped outfit with the little flat white shoes. Why were you unable to control your thoughts better in these desperate times?

Buggy's words had a profound effect on the inmates, as they all retreated to their respective corners or settled on the few benches scattered throughout the cramped cell. It seemed that they had collectively made the decision to no longer bother or harass you. You took out the little cloth from your nose since the bleeding had stopped for now. Hopefully Buggy was so impressed by your plan that he would finally start seeing more in you than just a mere crew member.

Minutes passed by, and Buggy still hadn't returned. Anxiety gnawed at your nerves as you feared he may have been caught. Time seemed to stretch on like an eternity, amplifying your unease. Then, the sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears, causing your heart to race. Gripping the bars tightly, you strained to catch a glimpse of who was approaching your cell. To your shock and surprise, it wasn't your captain who emerged into view. Instead, two female guards came into sight, adorned in their uniforms and armed with whips and sticks for defense. It was evident that they had come for you. The realization struck you with a wave of dread; if they were to take you away now, escape would be nearly impossible, and Buggy would have to find a way into the women's ward to rescue you. In a panicked response, you quickly released your grip on the bars, desperately attempting to conceal yourself within the confines of the cell, hoping to evade their attention as best as you could.

As you crouched down, attempting to hide within the cell, your heart pounded loudly in your chest. The two guards approached the cell door, their footsteps growing louder with each passing moment. You could feel your palms becoming clammy as fear coursed through your veins.

"Y/n, come out. It's time to change cells," the guards called out to you, their voices carrying a hint of impatience. It was clear that they would resort to force if you didn't comply immediately.

“But I like it here…!”, you finally can utter, staying crouched down in an uncomfortable position between the stinky prisoners.

"Is that so? Well, unfortunately, Warden Magellan has ordered your transfer to the women's ward," one of the guards responded, her tone unsympathetic.

"But you don't even know if I'm a woman! Maybe I'm a man who simply enjoys dressing as a woman!" you blurted out, desperately trying to buy more time, hoping that Buggy would return soon.

"Really? But we conducted a thorough body search when you arrived..." The two guards exchanged confused glances, uncertain about how to proceed. Since they weren't the ones who had conducted the initial search, they felt obligated to contact headquarters and double-check the information. As they turned their attention to the transponder snail to make the call, a small window of opportunity opened up for you. You remained crouched down, tightly holding yourself, the seconds ticking by as you clung to the hope that Buggy would come to your rescue before the guards discovered the truth.

“Prisoner 2701 claims to be a man, can you please get Domino on the phone and let her confirm this?”

You can hear them talking about your secondary sexual characteristics in detail, making the men around you in the cell giggle with joy. You really hoped for Buggy to come back and not only rescue you, but also take each and everyone down for making you feel so humiliated.

“Well, Y/n, guard Domino has confirmed that you are, in fact, a woman and now we need to ask you to come with us to Level 2 and to the women’s ward.”

"Level 2?" Your voice trembled with fear as you finally looked up at the two women, their hands gripping the whips tightly.

“Yes, regarding your past crimes we have been ordered to bring you to Level 2.”

“How is that possible? I do not even have devil fruit powers, I am a mere pirate who has stolen a bit of gold and treasure here and there…”

One of the guards is tired of showing patience with your story and reaches towards you to force you on your feet.

“The decision made is none of your concern, we are only here to escort you to your new home for eternity.”

The other guard has now positioned herself behind you and pushes you forward. You stumble slowly out of the cell, looking around trying to find help by the fellow prisoners. They seem to be so intimidated by Buggy and now by these guards that they just look away, avoiding your gaze.

"Can I please use the restroom before we proceed to Level 2?" you pleaded once more, searching for any plausible reason to delay your departure from the familiar confines of the cell.

"I believe you can attend to that matter once we reach the women's ward. Now, keep moving, prisoner 2701," one of the guards curtly replied, showing no mercy in her response. The weariness in their eyes suggested that they were growing increasingly frustrated with your previous deception regarding your gender identity.

As you stumbled out of the cell and into the dimly lit hallway, a sense of desperation washed over you. Buggy would never find you in Level 2 and maybe, just for a moment you thought, he had left without you, saving only his own handsome ass. No, your captain would never do that! Having come all this way to rescue you, you knew deep down that Buggy wouldn't abandon you now.

As your gaze shifted down the hallway, a surge of excitement coursed through you. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of strains of vibrant blue hair peeking out from around a corner. Your heart skipped a beat, and a glimmer of hope ignited within you. It was Buggy, hiding behind a stone pillar, his mind undoubtedly racing to devise a plan for your escape.

With careful precision, Buggy waved at you, carefully to not catch the guards attention. In response, you nodded silently, your eyes welling up with tears of relief and gratitude. The sight of him standing there, holding the key to your cell, reaffirmed that he had never intended to leave without you.

Before the guards could push you further down the corridor, you stole a fleeting glance at Buggy. His lips moved, forming words that you strained to decipher. Though you couldn't make out the exact sentence, a deep blush spread across your cheeks as you were convinced he had whispered, "I love you." The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, making your knees weak.

“I will wait for you, Captain!”, you whispered to yourself as you slowly walked down the hallway accompanied by the two guards.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #long fanfic #impel down arc #impel down buggy

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aizawasbrattyprincess · 2 years

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l o v e d a n d l o s t

Hello! Thanks for requesting, but I only write full fics, so I’ve chosen Luffy for maximum angst. Hope you’re okay with it (unfortunately I can’t write for Kid, but I hc that Mihawk and maybe Law will be able to rescue us in no time with their abilities)!

pregnant f!reader x monkey d. luffy (op)

tw: very much angst + death

word count: 1.2k

a/n: Contains spoilers from Impel Down and Marineford arc, also known as the two arcs that broke my heart into pieces, which I will never recover from. And yes, the Toji stories are coming!!! Give me some time, I just caught covid and it fucking sucks please send help and save me from my misery :(

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゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

No, no, no. It can’t happen again.

Luffy couldn’t stop his lips from trembling as he paced back and forth on the Thousand Sunny, the newspaper now abandoned on the deck, and the words of his worried crewmates left unheard. Luffy wanted to blame everything on the Marines, but he knew he was responsible for his carelessness and your abduction. If anything had happened to you and your unborn child, there was no way Luffy would ever forgive himself. He had been trying to find you, relentlessly hunting down anyone and anything, who had any information on your whereabouts, only to discover your photo on the first page of the newspaper, with the glaring headline: ‘STRAWHAT MEMBER IMPRISONED AND SET FOR EXECUTION’.

Luffy’s heart sank. It had been two whole years since he last left Impel Down, the undersea prison that he never wanted to go back to. The nightmares never stopped — the trauma and screams of agony kept haunting him everywhere he went, harshly reminding him of his failure.

You didn’t save me.

The hollow voice made Luffy stop abruptly in his tracks. Horrified, he slowly looked down at his shaky hands, the numerous red beads slipping from his palms now stained with thick blood. The smell hit him, suffocating him, and he felt the need to throw up. His knees buckled, no longer able to support him or the grief weighing on his shoulders.

You left me to die, Luffy. How could you?

Luffy quickly covered his ears and shut his eyes, begging for the voice to stop. His crewmates could only stand around unsure, watching helplessly as their captain suffered. All, except one. The Knight of the Sea had witnessed everything from start to finish, sharing the same pain and regrets as his captain. There was no guarantee that they could infiltrate the prison and perform another rescue mission now that security had been strengthened. Miracles don’t happen twice. They could only try. Try and hope that everything will work out in their favour without losing anyone’s life. Jinbei took a deep breath before approaching Luffy, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Luffy slowly looked up at the towering figure with bloodshot eyes and cheeks dampened with tears.

“We know where she is now. We will get her back, Luffy,” Jinbei assured, his voice determined and confident.

The rest quickly agreed with Jinbei and offered their heartfelt support. Luffy could only nod in acknowledgement, still choking with sobs. Nami didn’t waste any time, handing out orders to the rest to set sail immediately for Impel Down. With her expert navigation and the crew’s swift teamwork, they successfully hijacked a Seastone lined Marine warship en route to the Calm Belt and arrived at the prison without fuss. The plan was simple: Luffy, Zoro and Sanji would blend in with the Marines and rescue you while Nami, Jinbei, Usopp, Robin and Chopper would remain on the stolen Marine warship as back-up. Brook and Franky would be left on the Thousand Sunny, waiting for everyone’s return and ready to make a hasty escape. Knowing her crewmates and especially her captain, Nami reminded everyone not to create a big scene and stick to the plan as closely as possible. Getting discovered was out of the question; after all, your safety was the main priority.

Now disguised as a Marine officer, Luffy took a brief moment to reflect and calm himself down. You were undoubtedly assigned to the lowest level where Jinbei was previously held. Just the thought of going through all 6 levels and facing Magellan (if he were to ever cross paths) again was daunting, and he didn’t have anyone like Crocodile, Ivankov or even Buggy to help him this time. However, he wasn't alone either, knowing his crew had his back no matter the circumstances.

“Wait for me just a little longer,” Luffy mumbled, like a silent prayer, before following behind his two trusted right-hand men and descending into the eternal depths of hell.

Cold. Void. Desolate.

The grey walls that go on forever on Level 6 could barely contain a person’s sanity or spirit — it didn’t help that you were claustrophobic, although that was the least of your problems. Occasionally, you would hear the ear-piercing screams of prisoners from the upper floors, either being tortured or mangled to death by the ferocious beasts prowling around. You didn’t know how long you had been chained to the wall of your prison cell since your capture. It was hard to tell how much time had passed or if it was day or night. You couldn’t move your arms or legs anymore, your strength lost from the lack of nutrition and harsh prison treatment. Neither could you feel your baby kicking, which worried you the most. You cursed bitterly, fighting to keep your eyes open, but you knew you didn’t have much time left with your weakened body.

Alarms suddenly went off, and panicked screams from the guards caught your attention. It was hard to make out the hurried words amidst the chaos, but hearing ‘Strawhat Luffy’, ‘Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro’ and ‘Black Leg Sanji’ were enough to put you at ease. Perhaps, you could stay awake a little longer to see their faces before darkness overtook you.

Gum-Gum Gatling!

Three Sword Style: Dragon Twister!

Diable Jambe: Flambage Shot!

Moves after moves were called out, clearing the guards and everyone else that stood in the trio’s way as they descended the steps towards Level 6. Things were going smoothly until their lift was jammed and filled with sleeping gas, forcing them to use another route. Luffy couldn’t calm his erratic beating heart, unable to get rid of his hurricane of thoughts from being too anxious and impatient. It felt like he had been running forever until he finally reached the end of the staircase. Luffy immediately shouted your name, over and over, subconsciously heading towards the prison cell where he had first met Jinbei.

When Luffy rounded the corner, he was ashen. He had opened his mouth to speak, but his voice trailed off, barely a whisper, as if his words were unwilling to take flight. Behind the rusty bars, your body was slumped over. You were unmoving and barely breathing, looking worse for wear and almost unrecognisable behind the loose strands of hair covering your features. By then, Zoro and Sanji had caught up, hurrying Luffy to make a move before more persistent guards came barrelling. The bars were destroyed easily using Armament Haki, and the chains around your wrists were slashed with Zoro’s sword, finally freeing you. Luffy remained silent as he carefully carried your fragile body, your arms dangling at the edge like a broken doll. He wasn’t a medical expert, but he didn’t need Chopper to tell him that your baby, his baby, was no longer in this world. Where had he gone wrong? What had he done to deserve something so cruel, not once but twice?

Slowly, then all at once, Luffy felt a surge of rage and sorrow consuming him, eating him alive. He yelled, cursing the heavens for being stuck in a goddamn time loop and taking another beloved from him.

You didn’t save me, little brother. And you couldn’t save your child either.

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

#princess writes #luffy angst #monkey d luffy angst #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece angst #luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece imagines #one piece #one piece headcanons #nami #sanji #zoro #straw hat pirates #ace angst #portgas d ace #requests are closed

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simizzy-writes · 2 years

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Hey there, I hope you’re doing well! I really love Sanguine Rose and its sequel. You’re so talented!

May I request a Law x fem!reader where Law is being imprisoned and violently interrogated to give up reader’s location because she is one of Shanks’s children and the WG wants to use her to control the Yonko, please? The WG knows Law knows about her because they’ve fucked.shit.up (tm) publicly a few times now. Law refuses to give her up and when she (with Luffy and co.) come to rescue him she demands to know why he didn’t give her secret up (spoiler alert: because he has Big Boy Feelings for her). Maybe (if you want, no pressure) Shanks later finds a way to contact Law to thank him for helping keep reader safe? Thank you so much!!

thank you for being so sweet and patient 💕💕 i had fun writing this one! ngl, i lowkey think that a father-in-law/son-in-law dynamic between Shanks and Law is PERFECTION

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none. just fluff.

A/N: no but really - shanks and law being father-in-law and son-in-law?? wouldn't that be great?? idk why?? help -

It wasn’t that he thought that he was going to die. No, it wasn’t that.

It was more like that he, deep down, knew that however this ended, Law would have to tell you. He wasn’t prophetic, but his gut feelings were rarely wrong. He’d have to come clean about his feelings, wouldn’t he?

The beatings were nothing. The blood dripping into his eyes was an inconvenience. The way his lungs burnt with each breath was just a minor discomfort. He felt weak because of the seastone chains. Not because of any other reason. None whatsoever.

Despite his agony, Law smiled. The satisfaction he felt as his interrogators grew more and more frustrated - even desperate - was delicious to him. Let these World Government dogs whimper and beg. It suited them.

And really, they were begging at this point. But no matter what they did, Law wasn’t going to tell them a damn thing.

“This is a waste of time,” he told them. “If you think that using [Name] as leverage will get Shanks to do what you want, well…Only the World Government could come up with a stupid idea like that.”

He winced as he was struck once more. Blood filled his mouth, and curiously, he didn’t mind it so much.

But before another word could be uttered, the room came crashing down. Stone and dust filled the air, and all hell broke loose.

“Oi, Traffy!”

“Straw-Hat-ya?”

And there, in all of his chaotic glory, stood Luffy. A blinding light shone behind him as he laughed. Using his abilities, he used one arm to grab Law, and used the other to reach for the ceiling. Or, rather, what was left of it.

The speed in which Luffy flung himself and Law into the air made the latter’s head spin.

“Why are you here?” Law questioned.

With a beaming smile that could shame the sun, Luffy replied, “[Name] asked for our help. She said that you were being tortured because they wanted to get to Shanks.”

“You knew that she was his daughter?”

Luffy looked down at him in bewilderment as he landed the both of them amongst the other Straw Hats. “Yeah. Didn’t you? I thought that everyone knew that.”

“You’re only saying that because you grew up with her! Nobody knows that, Luffy,” cried Usopp. “Why did they even want Law in the first place? How does he know [Name]?”

Law grit his teeth as he sat helpless amongst the Straw Hats. It would seem that they fought hard, each other showing signs of a battle. He set his jaw, unwilling to offer an explanation to the sniper.

“Because Law and I have history.”

You were the source of those words as you emerged from some obscured source in his peripheral. You approached Law, kneeling down to release him of his chains. A wave of strength coursed through his veins - the tell tale sign that he was in full control of his powers again.

You smiled at him weakly, feeling ashamed that he had suffered so thoroughly just because he knew you. “Law - “

“Whatever you’re going to say, don’t,” he said. “I didn’t tell them anything, so you shouldn’t worry.”

“I was afraid,” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to hurt because of me. I wanted to turn myself over to them. They’re foolish for believing there was even a hint of a chance at their plan working. Father would never - “

“Stop,” Law breathed. “If you handed yourself over to these animals, they would have tortured you. Just like they did to me. Don’t make me think about that.”

“Don’t try to take my regret from me,” you countered. “My heart aches seeing you like this, Law. It breaks knowing that it’s because of me.’

It was Zoro who interrupted the both of you.

“If you two love-birds are done, let’s get out of here. We still need to fight our way out of here.”

—

You watched the sunset together often as Law recovered, and on the evening when it was time to say your goodbyes, you found yourself hesitant to do so. But Law had plans for the future, and so did you. No matter how deeply you wished for the two of you to be together, it wasn’t quite the right time.

“Do you remember when we met?” you asked.

“Of course I do.”

The memory played out before the two of you like an invisible play, each element of the story unique to their respective points of view. It was a fond memory for you both.

Law stared out towards the horizon, gray eyes focused and undiscerning. You wondered if you would ever know the inner workings of his soul. Perhaps, one day, he would let you in. Together, you would map out each other’s scars and hearts and relish in each other’s beauty.

You had reached for his hand, and he hadn’t pulled away. He looked at you, carefully memorizing every detail of your face. He pressed it upon his memory, promising himself that he would never forget it. Maybe, just maybe, you could understand what he was feeling right now. And whether it was coincidence or some hidden talent of yours, you had squeezed his hand affectionately, and smiled. It seemed like yes, you did understand.

Together with you was where he wanted to be, always.

—

The town market was busy. He strolled about aimlessly, only stopping to visit briefly with his crew members who had questions about what they needed to stock up on. There was little to interest Law here, so he decided to walk further into town. But as he passed a nondescript merchant, he found his attention piquing curiously.

The merchant was waving him over vigorously, a wide grin on his face.

“Hey, you! Yeah, you! Captain of the Heart Pirates! I got something for ya.”

Cautiously, Law approached. He glared at the man sternly, grip tightening on his nodachi. “What could you possibly have for me?”

The merchant held out a large bottle of sake. The bottle was beautiful, and Law recognized the name on the bottle. This brand of sake could easily go for a million berry, so why was the merchant insisting that he take it?

“There’s a card that I’m supposed to give you, too,” explained the merchant. The man produced said card, and pushed it into Law’s hands. “There! Now shoo, I’ve got customers!”

Law eyed the bottle and card in his hands. Perhaps it was better to investigate this away from the busy streets of the market. So, deciding to bring them back to his office on the Polar Tang, he made his way back to the yellow submarine.

Once he was in the privacy of his room, Law placed the bottle on his desk, and he sat down in his chair to read the card. In careful script, he read:

To the Good Doctor –

Thank you for protecting my darling dove.

Have a drink on me.

–Shanks

P.S. You’ll make a fine son-in-law! I approve!

A smirk pulled at Law’s lips. He tapped the card against his fingers, gray eyes looking back towards the bottle.

“Cheers, Emperor.”

#trafalgar law imagine #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader

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quinloki · 2 months

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Hahaha jokes on you for saying people are qualified to speak to you bc now I’m even more encouraged to send you my thoughts

Jk. But I appreciate your acceptance of them. I’m currently trying to bully my IRL bestie to hurry tf up on getting thru one piece bc right now my options are limited like she’s in enies lobby now and I’m like pls… at least get to post time skip… I can scream about Law and Marco then

Omg ok so it’s peak squirrel brain hours for me rn so lemme try to tell you about this brainrot I’ve been having.

I literally have no idea where it came from but modern au, you’re a patron at thatch’s bar, you go there often and are friendly with thatch bc he’s a nice guy. Friends with Luffy. You go to said bar, having a great time with your friends, whitebeard crew shows up bc it’s thatch’s place obvi, but some other crew busts in trying to pick a fight. Somehow you get yoinked as a hostage bc the other crew wants to fight somewhere else (a trap duh) and it’s not a situation where they can get you out safe so they’re like yes we’ll fight you at this location but Marco is like I wanna come too, prolly cause he feels responsible maybe you were by the whitebeard crew bc you were luffy’s friend or you were flirting with Marco and that’s why you got snatched

And the baddies they’re like fine fine but it’s seastone cuffs. They got beef with him or something so they were down, plus having one of their fighters tapped out seemed smart

So you go off with them and both of you are just subconsciously trying to protect the other Marco even has you come sit on his lap bc the sketchy van you’re put in has stuff all over the floor and you’re wearing shorts/skirt and it’s conveniently freezing in the van so like, y’all can warm eachother up

And the baddies are like oh wait is it the Phoenix’s gf is that why he wanted to come and they’re taunting like oh the things we could do to your little gf and Marco is like just remember the cuffs won’t be on forever

Anyways they drive y’all around until the meeting time maybe taunting or roughing poor Marco up a little and finally they all meet up at this trap location except obvi the whitebeard pirates are gonna kick ass and come to the rescue and they take you back with them to heal any injuries/make sure you ok

BUT

Oh no one of the baddies gets away and starts posting all over the dark web about the phoenix’s weakness and everyone is like oh you’re in danger guess you gotta stay with us for awhile

And Marco was so nice so you just have a huge crush but he somewhat avoids you bc he feels responsible so you’re like oh he does not like me back oh ok

And idk they’re loosely mafia ish so some shenanigans ensue of people coming after you but Marco is always there to protect you and the tension is off the charts

….

That’s kinda as far as my brain got bc I keep starting over lmao

Ugh I wish I was better at making that a cute little story I’m so good at coming up with things in my head but typing them out is so hard T_T

But I hope you enjoyed my brainrot I’m about to head to bed and will most likely be thinking of it more <3

An Author friend of mine - far more successful and suited to the job than I am - said something once that really sticks with me.

The ideas are the easy part, writing is the hard part.

Some people will come to her with ideas, and want some sort of 50/50 deal for doing "half" the work, and honestly, no matter how well fleshed out the idea is, it's barely going to be 5% of the process at best.

I don't share that to put your idea down, not even a little, but I do mention it to highlight that you're not wrong. Turning ideas into stories is the hard part, and honestly I always love seeing that truth understood too. (Real fun is when you apply that to other things and realize that certain types who have "great ideas" are rarely the ones who make them reality, but they really want to continually tell you how great their ideas are changing the world >.> )

<.<

Moving on from my little rant, I have to say I LOVE THIS - KAZIEAI OMFG I AM FOAMING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITIESTS SITUATIONS EVER!

I love everything about this!

AND THE ENSUING ANGST

UNNNGH.

So - I have to admit I have a Mafia AU Marco story I'm slowly working on. It's pretty complex so far, intended as a slowburn anyway, and I really want to incorporate this idea into it. I just love the vibes.

AND - lol - one of the points I wanted to sort out for it was specifically having the reader end up in the Main House for the Whitebeard Mafia family. This idea is PERFECT, a few adjustments for the reader type and the AU itself, and the vibes are there. It's a Devil Fruit AU too, so >.>

the reader as a hostage gets Marco as a "hostage", they're supposed to let her go at that point, but someone gets the brilliant idea that the girl keeps the bird inline, and Pops' prize bird keeps the other boys inline, so they're keeping both.

The idea of the doomed kidnappers thinking the two are together works, it'll be the 2nd or 3rd time they've met and yeah, there's been flirting, but nothing committal. So her staying at the Main House for protection still leave Marco with a sour taste - he does like her, but this situation isn't fair. He's too laid back and experienced to blatantly avoid her, but he makes sure there's always someone else around, excusing himself before his brothers can "leave the two of them alone" or anything.

In this particular story the reader is an adopted kid of Big Mom's, trying to get away from the mafia life to some degree, and more than that to avoid being married off for whatever reason by Big Mom in the first place. (this is grumbled about in the first chapter, so it's not some big reveal). That certainly adds another layer to things, especially if Lin-Lin sees it as an in to tie the two families together.

Ah, sweet Kazieai <3 I would love to utilize this wonderful idea you've blessed my morning with. Just because the idea part is easier than the writing part doesn't mean it isn't worth due credit ❤️Especially when it's just the scenario I was trying to come up with.

#quin muses #quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #the current working title is Accidental Ornithology >.>

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supermarine-silvally · 3 months

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The Tōka Tōka no Mi / Pass Pass Fruit

At last, the meta post for my fan-made Devil Fruit! Tried to write it like a wiki entry (below the cut!). No spoilers for the anime as the events described below are purely my own lore.

The Tōka Tōka no Mi is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that allows for anything with a physical presence to pass through the user’s body and vice versa. It was eaten by Bravada Yara prior to her joining the Whitebeard Pirates.

Etymology

Tōka (透過) is Japanese for “transmission”, “transparency” or “permeation”

In English, it is known as the “Pass Pass Fruit”

Appearance

The fruit is round in shape with a blue spherical core. Attached to the core are smaller yellowish-green spheres which are partially submerged into the core, as if passing through it. A twisted green stem extends from the top of the fruit, part of which is curled around itself.

Strengths

The Tōka Tōka no Mi is primarily a defensive fruit, granting the user the ability to negate any regular physical attack by allowing that attack to pass straight through their body. Barring the application of seastone or strong haki, physical weapons of all types are rendered completely ineffective. This includes but is not limited to blades, projectiles, elemental attacks such as lightning or fire, and hand-to-hand combat. Even a simple unwanted touch will not affect the user, as the offender will not be able to make physical contact and will instead pass through the user’s body. While the immunity to physical attacks that this fruit grants shares some similarities with the effects of an elemental Logia fruit, the Tōka Tōka no Mi is unique in that it enables the user to in turn bypass any obstacles in their path simply by walking right through them, whether it be walls, barricades, or even other people.

The user may also choose to deactivate the fruit’s powers at their will, which becomes particularly effective when the user has embedded part of themselves within an object or even an enemy’s body, which will cause breakage around whatever the user has chosen to embed themselves within.

Like other Paramecia fruits, this fruit is capable of being awakened. In its awakened form, the Tōka Tōka no Mi allows its user to transmit the fruit’s powers to any person or object the user touches, which if used effectively can alter the physics of a battlefield itself. The effects last until the user’s haki runs out.

Weaknesses

Unlike the vast powers of a Logia fruit, the Tōka Tōka no Mi grants no combat boons other than possible deactivation at a key moment to do damage to the user’s surroundings or to an opponent’s body. The deactivation is in of itself risky, however, as it can leave the deactivated parts of the user’s own body vulnerable. Furthermore, haki which is sufficient to overpower that of the user’s will negate the fruit’s effects and allow the attacker to land a blow on the user’s physical body regardless.

The user is also not immune to non-physical secondary effects of physical attacks such as a toxic gas released from a poisonous substance or smoke inhalation from a fire. Although the user cannot be crushed by a falling object, they will still take damage if they themselves fall. Otherwise, the user is affected by the standard Devil Fruit weaknesses.

Usages

Since the Tōka Tōka no Mi grants very little in the way of attack powers, it is most effectively utilised in combination with martial arts or weaponry. As a swordswoman, Yara has adapted the fruit’s abilities into her combat style. Known for her vicious slashing attacks, she is able to withstand what would otherwise be reckless close-quarters combat since most opponents she confronts are unable to do her any damage. By effectively utilising the fruit’s immense defensive capabilities with strong, precise swordplay, Yara has become a fearsome fighter well worth her significant bounty.

The fruit is also useful for navigating battlefields since the user can ignore any regular obstacles in their path. At the battle of Marineford, Yara is seen charging directly through rows of Marine soldiers, only stopping when encountering the seastone-infused walls surrounding the bay. Yara also uses the fruit’s powers to essentially create shortcuts for herself. She can quickly pass through solid barriers, preventing opponents from reaching her with their weapon. This also prevents them from pursuing her, making them lose sight of her as soon as she is on the other side of the barrier. With these applications, Yara can use the battlefield’s terrain to her advantage.

Outside of battle, Yara is frequently shown using her powers for trivial purposes. A running gag has her startling her crewmates by walking unannounced through the walls of the Moby Dick rather than using the door. In one scene, Ace finds himself unable to give her a hug when she employs her powers to keep him from touching her until he has taken a shower.

History

The fruit resided for an unknown amount of time at the Sisters of Heavenly Mercy Convent on Phestris Island in the Grand Line, where it was kept locked in a wooden box in the convent’s vault alongside other treasures thought to contain significant holy or unholy powers. It remained there untouched until the Phestris Island Incident, when a cell of Cipher Pol 5 agents led by Commander Thalamo Gustus ransacked the convent in order to locate an item thought to offer insight into the decryption of the Poneglyphs.

The Phestris Island Incident

Though the full details of this event were not made public, a record of it still exists in the classified Cipher Pol archives. It was triggered by intelligence received by a different Cipher Pol cell relating to a mysterious artifact known only as “the codex”, the existence of which has not been definitively proven. According to government theories, the codex is a partial record that survived the Void Century and could be used to potentially decipher some of the symbols displayed on the Poneglyphs. The intelligence suggested that this artifact was being kept at a vault of sacred objects in a small convent on Phestris Island, so a small cell of CP5 agents under the command of Thalamo Gustus were dispatched to quickly recover it.

At first, the relationship between the CP5 agents and the nuns at the convent were cordial, as the Mother Superior Margureta granted them permission to examine the artifacts in the large, sprawling vault to find what they were looking for. However, after three days of searching turned up no results, Gustus began to grow impatient. Suspecting that the nuns were hiding the codex’s true location, he ordered his agents to continue their search; this time much more forcefully. Walls were torn down and anything deemed ‘useless’ was trampled underfoot. When the nuns protested against the harsh treatment CP5 gave to their sacred artifacts, they were met with violence.

After an additional three days of searching turned up no results, Gustus ordered every single person in the convent, both the nuns and the orphaned girls they cared for, to be rounded up. They were held in the vault for twenty-four hours without food, water, or sleep. Guns were kept pointed at every person as CP5 interrogated each of the adults one at a time. A child who made any noise at all was immediately shot at. Gustus continued to demand that the nuns give up the codex, their pleas that they didn’t know what he was talking about falling on deaf ears.

When one of the older nuns passed out from the torture inflicted upon her, thirteen-year-old Yara, then one of the wards at the convent, took the opportunity presented by the ensuing confusion to try to escape. She successfully got through the door and ran down the labyrinthine corridors of the vault with the CP5 agents in hot pursuit, eventually making it to a small room that CP5 had already ransacked. She shut and locked the heavy door behind her and tried to formulate a plan, only then noticing a damaged wooden box. Opening it in hopes of finding a weapon, she instead discovered a strange-looking fruit. Recognizing what it was, and with CP5 about to break down the door, Yara made the split-second gamble to consume the Devil Fruit. Upon eating it, she learned it was called the Tōka Tōka no Mi, and barely had enough time to grasp the concept of its powers before CP5 broke down the door.

With her new abilities, Yara passed through the CP5 agents and headed back into the main room, where she discovered, much to her horror, that Gustus had begun his interrogation of the convent’s beloved old librarian, Sister Martha. Yara demanded that he stop, but Gustus, unaware that she had just consumed a Devil Fruit, merely laughed mockingly in response. He approached her, brandishing his baton, and took a swing at her, only for it to pass straight through her body. However, before Gustus had a chance to register that his attack had no effect, Yara drew back her fist and attempted to punch him. Unable to control her newly-acquired powers, her fist passed through his chest then suddenly deactivated, striking the man’s heart and crushing it instantly.

The CP5 agents who had left the room in pursuit of the girl came back just in time to see their commander slumped over, dead, in front of the escaped teenager, whose arm was now soaked in blood. There was nothing Yara could do except run. With only the clothes on her back, she made it out of the convent and sprinted towards the docks. Using her new powers, she hid in the walls of a departing cargo ship, holding her breath as CP5 searched the area. When they were unable to find her on board, they fanned out to search the rest of the island. The ship sailed away, and Yara was safe-- for now.

Cipher Pol chose to retreat from Phestris Island shortly after in order to lay their commander’s body to rest, leaving behind a partially-destroyed convent and a ton of broken artifacts. The codex was not recovered (it was later begrudgingly admitted that it had probably never been there in the first place and the initial intelligence received had been incorrect) and the mission was ultimately deemed a failure. Within only a few days of the incident, a bounty was issued for a teenage girl-- a ruthless killer who had viciously murdered a brave, innocent government agent in cold blood-- worth 48,000,000 Berry.

taglist: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl

#oc: bravada yara #fanmade devil fruit #i think i subconsciously designed it after a toy my dogs used to have lol #if anything is unclear pls don't be shy to ask #i'm still devising a list of things the fruit can and cannot do #thought this would be a good opportunity to also dump some yara lore lol #gustus is spandam's cousin btw i decided being a cipher pol bastard runs in the family

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Why is AFFC considered to be the least well-written A Song of Ice and Fire book? I'm like 3/4 of the way through and I honestly think it might be one of my favorites.

I think it's really good, too! I mean, I've loved all the ones I've read (still haven't gotten to ADWD) and the writing in AFFC really isn't significantly weaker to me. I think it has kind of a lame and boring prologue compared to the others, which I remember concerning me from the start given the book's reputation, and Cersei is the one viewpoint character so far whose chapters really didn't do much for me.

But I think the main point of AFFC is also what made it kind of a hard sell after ADWD was the most exciting and eventful book in the series, and it's all in the title - it's about the melancholy comedown after all the action. Brienne's chapters in particular show in really moving ways the widespread devastation left by the war in all the places she travels. Septon Meribald's monologue about the "broken men" of war is such an important moment. And if you think of the entire series as one epic story, it makes sense that this book is more low-key after all the huge turning points that happen in ADWD, but it can feel pretty slow compared to the other books.

For some people that really wasn't helped by the introduction of new characters when we're thousands of pages into this series and the other characters we've followed from the beginning seem to be getting nowhere we want them to go very fast. I think in AFFC people begin to feel frustration at GRRM's seeming lack of a sense of urgency to finish the series. It's a common criticism that this is the point where he gets overly ambitious and unrealistic about introducing way more storylines than he can hope to satisfyingly resolve in a couple more books...and considering how long we've waited for TWoW that's probably fair. But as things are, I can't imagine the series without the Martells and the Greyjoys being as prominent as they are. I guess for the kind of reader who's most anticipating seeing how things resolve politically and who will end up on the thone, it's tedious spending all this time with families who probably have no real chance of gaining the power they want to because they weren't even important enough to be main characters from the start. But what I really love about the Greyjoys especially is that they are seemingly so doomed. Asha is one of my favorite characters largely because her first viewpoint chapter telegraphs in such a poignant way that she's willing to die fighting for what should be hers, it’s her identity and she can’t just let it go, and she's more fully aware than Robb or Renly ever were that it could end badly for her. She'll likely never have the seastone chair and the Ironborn are fucked for not listening to her.

Of course there's also the fact that lots of fans waited so long for another book only for fan-favorite characters like Tyrion and Dany not to be in it. I enjoy them all, for the most part, so this wasn't a problem for me. I think over time fandom has grown to appreciate AFFC more, but even for me it's not one I ever really crack open to re-read parts.

#a song of ice and fire #asks #a feast for crows #asha greyjoy #brienne of tarth #meta #my meta

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year

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I just read the story for Sabo "My Heart Remembers You" is there a possibility for a 2nd Part with a happy ending where the reader might return? 🥺

You have no idea how long I've wanted to write a sequel to this but kept getting distracted so thank you for requesting it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst,

Word Count: 1310

Tearing through papers, Sabo growled irritably. He’d grown more and more irritable since he’d found out the truth. The others had been told that Sabo knew the truth, that there was no point in hiding it. Koala had almost immediately gone up to him and given him a hug, sobbing about the loss of her close friend. He soon found out just how much you’d meant to just how many people. At first, he hadn’t been planning on searching for you. The RA needed him, they needed him focused on their goal, they’d need him to not be distracted, but after seeing so many people finally able to mourn your loss, he’d thrown that out the window and decided to pick the search back up from where Dragon left off. Unfortunately, just like Dragon, he kept hitting dead ends after a certain point. Still, all his free time was dedicated to finding the girl in the picture, the girl of his literal dreams. On his way to his latest mission? He was hunched over papers in his cabin looking for clues. Finished his paperwork and training? He was tearing through the library or records room looking for anything that might help. Some of the others helped, understanding why he was so obsessed, why he was so frustrated. Part of him still remembered you, still yearned for you. Tears ran down his face, hands balled into fists as he leaned against a wall. Another dead end. It was starting to feel so hopeless and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. A knock on his door drew his attention, the blond quickly wiping away his tears and making himself look more presentable. As soon as Dragon walked in, his brow furrowed. Dragon almost never came to see him, he usually ordered Sabo to go to his office. The man silently held out a folder to the boy, Sabo tentatively taking it and opening it. His eyes widened as he looked up from the papers, looking at the stoic older man who just nodded silently. Sabo was out the door before Dragon could stop him, not that the man would have stopped him. The ship had barely had time to get ready to sail before he was on board and asking the captain to set sail.

Sitting in your cold cell, you tried to hold the tears back. How long had you been here? How long had you endured this hell? When you’d first been captured, you’d thought you would have gone to Impel Down. But they’d brought you here instead, though you weren’t entirely sure where ‘here’ was. A lonely, solitary cell with no windows made entirely of metal, seastone if you had to guess. A thick metal door that screeched everytime it was opened and sturdy, heavy chains that bound you to the walls. Entering every so often to give you just enough food and water to keep you alive. But why? That question kept echoing in your mind. Why keep you here? Why keep you alive? Leaning your head back against the cold metal wall, you let your mind wander once more. It was something you did often to pass the time or block out the loneliness. You thought of the RA, of Sabo. He’d told you he’d had something to tell you. He’d looked so pale and weak when you’d last seen him, nothing like the strong, powerful, confident young man you were used to. You’d been so worried about him. Was he okay? Had he been sick? Had he gotten better since then? All you had was questions. Questions and a slowly diminishing sense of hope. The sound of screaming and fighting barely reached you in your dream-like state, vaguely pulling you back into the real world. You’d never heard any kind of commotion before, never heard anything other than the cruel laughter of your jail keepers. The screeching of your cell drew your attention, a familiar looking blond standing there, looking at you worriedly.

“Y/n! Y/n, are you alright?” Sabo asked, running over to you and caressing your cheek. The look of fear on his face when tears finally began to run down your cheeks made your heart clench.

“Sabo… are you actually here or am I finally hallucinating?” you asked, moving to caress his cheek, only to be stopped by the stupid chains.

“I’m here, I’m really here, I promise.” he said softly, pulling a set of keys out from his pocket and unlocking your shackles.

“Sabo… I… will you tell me whatever it is you wanted to tell me back then?” you asked weakly as he picked you up.

“Once we get to safety. I promise.” he reassured. You nodded as he pulled you closer, allowing you to cling to him as he escaped with you.

It was a few weeks before the doctors said you were strong enough to discuss things, weeks of recovery and rest. Peeking into your room, Sabo smiled, a new bouquet of flowers in hand. He’d come by every day, occasionally bringing you flowers. Every day the two of you would talk and reminisce, though you could sense there was something off. The way he was always asking questions about certain things, the somewhat lost puppy dog look on his face or the way his face lit up like it was the first time he’d seen you. Thankfully, it was easy to pry information out of an emotional Koala who, vaguely, explained that he’d lost his memories of you. Now he was sitting in front of you again and you wanted some questions answered.

“So… you never answered my question. What did you want to tell me back then?” you asked, a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Exactly? I… don’t really remember. I… I’m guessing it had something to do with how I felt about you… Y/n… when I last saw you, I was sick… from what the others have told me, I had hanahaki. Apparently after your disappearance I… I didn’t choose to get the surgery, but it um… it happened anyway. Except, I don’t know, maybe I loved you more than they thought or something because even though I didn’t remember you, my…” Sabo blushed and looked away, “This is really cheesy, but… I think my heart remembered you. I kept having dreams about you. Long story short, I found out the truth and came looking for you. I don’t know how, but I still love you. I know it’s ridiculous, but everytime I see you, my heart starts pounding, my stomach starts doing flips, and it feels like there’s something stuck in my throat. I want to hold you close and never let go, I want to keep you safe from anything that might try and hurt you.” Sabo confessed, twiddling his fingers. Would you be upset that he’d forgotten you? Would you reject him? Would you return his feelings? You were quiet for a heart beat, then two… three. Your stunned silence turned into a half laugh half sob as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you laughed, tears still running down your cheeks.

“I love you too, Sabo. Have for a long time. I don’t care if you don’t remember anything. You still love me, that’s what matters.” You said through the laughter and tears, holding him tightly as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

“I… I’m never letting you go again. I’ll protect you this time, I promise.” Sabo swore as he held you close. He would too, he’d keep you safe this time, he loved you too much to let you get hurt again, he loved you enough that his heart never once gave up on you. Just as yours had never given up on him.

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