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writingforstraykids · 9 days

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Only the best for you

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 2973

Summary: Felix's birthday party turns thrilling for Chan and Minho as they sneak away for a moment of privacy...more or less.

Warnings/tags: smut, fluff, idiots in love, soft!dom!chan, soft!sub!min, semi-public sex (a closet😭😂)

A/N: Soo after hearing this audio of my dear @slutforchanlix I had to go and write a little something for it. Thank you Azzy baby for the main idea for this fic hehe @galaxycatdrawz

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Minho steps into the bedroom cursing softly to himself as the button keeps on slipping from his hand. “Channie,” he calls out to his boyfriend frustratedly.

“Mhm?” Chan gives back, his steps echoing in the hallway as he makes his way over.

“Help, please,” Minho pouts at him and stretches his arm out for him. He yelps in protest when Chan grabs his arm and pulls him in so quickly that their bodies collide. Chan's hands grip his ass, squeezing his cheeks and then he's kissing him forcefully. Minho giggles surprised, gripping his arm to steady himself. “And what was that for, hm?” he asks once Chan pulls back.

“You look incredibly fuckable right now,” he admits and Minho's jaw drops.

He shoves his chest and shakes his head at him. “Stop,” he giggles. “What the fuck are you on about again?”

Chan smiles, eyes wandering all over his body as he takes in the sight again. “You're beautiful, that's why,” he says, watching him in wonder as he readjusts the fragile silver bracelet around his neck. “You've got the prettiest face and your lips look so kissable right now. Also that outfit looks so good on you, but what doesn't?” Chan says and takes a few steps back. “Turn for me?” he asks innocently.

“My cuffs aren't buttoned up yet,” he protests softly but rolls his eyes at Chan's disappointed pout. Minho sighs and slowly turns, blushing a little beneath Chan's intense gaze.

“Fuck, Minho,” he breathes out, eyes wandering lower to where Minho's trousers hug his thick thighs tightly. “If you don't suffocate me with those thighs later I'll cry.”

“What the hell are you on?” Minho laughs out loud and smiles at him giddy. “Look at you getting all worked up about me fully dressed.”

Chan closes the distance between them and gently takes his hand, closing the button for him on one sleeve and then on the other. He brings up his hands to his mouth and kisses his knuckles, smiling at him happily. “Sometimes I just can't believe you're truly mine.”

“Well, wake up, it's been four years, dummy,” he says fondly. “I'm yours and yours only,” he promises sweetly.

Chan hums happily. “Mine,” he smirks before kissing him passionately again.

“Don't you dare keep this up tonight,” he giggles. “It's Lix’s birthday and they rented this whole huge mansion to celebrate. Hyunjin would be pissed if we ruined some sofa in there just because you can't stop being such a tease.”

“Who says it'll be the sofa?” Chan smirks and Minho rolls his eyes playfully. “I'm sure there's some secluded room…or closet,” he says and watches Minho's eyes fill with curiosity. He knew he'd get him with that. The chance of sneaking around and getting caught had done things before to Minho neither of them could explain.

Minho's smile widens at the implication, his eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of excitement. "You're so stupid," he laughs, the sound bubbling up effortlessly. Chan simply grins back, his own excitement easily noticeable.

"Promise me something?" Minho says, his tone suddenly serious. Chan's eyebrows lift in curiosity. "Promise me no matter what happens tonight, we'll make time for us, just us. Even if it's just a moment stolen away from the chaos." Chan's face softens, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Minho's forehead.

"I promise," he says softly, then his lips brighten into a smile. "You know I can't deny you anything." They share a quiet moment, eyes locked, nothing but warmth between them.

The sound of a distant car honking pulls them back to reality. "Sounds like the cab’s here," Chan notes, a hint of reluctance in his voice as if he'd rather stay in this moment forever.

"We should go," Minho agrees, though he takes a second longer to lean in and steal another quick kiss. They break apart, a little breathless but smiling widely.

At the mansion Hyunjin lets them inside and leads them downstairs. “We set up the party there because they have all sorts of stuff we could use. We even have a small disco.”

“Oh, nice,” Minho smirks at the thought of letting loose and dancing with Chan.

As they make their way downstairs, the sounds of laughter and music greet them. The mansion is beautifully decorated, every detail perfect for the celebration. Lix, the birthday boy, is in the center of it all, surrounded by friends and brightly colored balloons.

"Happy Birthday!" Minho and Chan chorus as they approach, each giving Lix a warm hug. Lix beams at them, his happiness fully on display.

"Thanks for coming, guys! I’m so glad you're here," Felix exclaims. "Make yourselves at home—there's food, drinks, and later on, we’re hitting the dance floor hard!"

As the evening progresses, the party goes quite nicely for everyone involved. Music thumps through the mansion, and people mingle and dance.

Minho and Chan drift together through the crowd, occasionally separated as friends pull them into conversations or dance-offs but always finding their way back to each other. Their eyes meet across the room often, a silent conversation of smiles and nods, the promise of a stolen moment never far from their minds.

At one point, Minho finds himself alone on a balcony, taking a moment to breathe in the cool night air. The stars are out, twinkling above in a clear sky. He leans against the railing, lost in thought, until he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"Escaped the chaos?" Chan's voice is soft, his breath warm against Minho's neck.

"Just needed a minute to breathe," Minho replies, leaning back into the embrace. "You?"

"I was looking for you," Chan confesses, tightening his hold slightly. "Remember your promise?" he whispers, his lips brushing against Minho's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"How could I forget?" Minho turns in Chan's arms to face him, their noses brushing. "So, about that closet…" he trails off, a teasing glint in his eye.

Chan chuckles, his gaze fond and filled with love. "Let's go find it," he suggests, taking Minho's hand and leading him back inside.

They wander through the party, unnoticed in their quest. When they finally slip away into a quiet hallway, their hands are clasped tightly, the thrill of their little adventure adding an extra layer of excitement.

There's a huge closet standing at the wall and Chan smirks opening the door to it. There are some cleaning supplies in there, which he quickly shoves aside before stepping into it. “Come on,” he giggles and Minho steps inside as well. It’s quiet here, away from the noise of the party. They close the door behind them, the click of it shutting sounding unusually loud in the silence.

Chan backs Minho against the wall, their bodies pressing close. "Found you," Chan murmurs, before his lips find Minho's again. The kiss is deep, passionate, fueled by the adrenaline of their sneaky escape.

Minho's hands roam over Chan's back, pulling him closer, their bodies moving in sync with a rhythm only they know. They break the kiss only to catch their breath, foreheads resting against each other, their breaths mingling. “I love you,” Minho whispers into the quiet. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Chan whispers back, hands squeezing his hips. “It's darker than I expected here,” he admits.

“Well, obviously,” Minho laughs out loud and covers his mouth in shock.

“Should we keep the door open, just a little?” he asks and Minho responds with a choked, little moan. “Means you gotta be quiet, bunny, think you can do that?”

Minho squirms a little and nods before realizing Chan can't see him. “Yes, yes I can,” he nods quickly.

“Mhm, you better, or I'll stop moving,” he says and Minho can hear him undoing his belt.

“Yes, hyung,” he answers softly, biting his lower lip hard. Chan gently shoves the door open enough to let in a little light. Their eyes meet and Minho swallows at the need in Chan's dark orbs.

“Trust me,” Chan murmurs as he leans in, his breath hot against Minho’s cheek. The slight crack of the door allows the distant sounds of the party to seep in—a reminder of the world just outside their hidden spot.

Minho nods, his heartbeat quickening with each of Chan's movements. There’s a thrill to this—the secrecy, the risk, the sheer excitement of being with Chan in such a risky setting.

Chan’s hands are careful yet confident as they explore Minho, each touch sending shivers through him. Minho reaches out, his fingers digging into Chan’s back, pulling him closer, needing to feel as much of him as possible.

The soft hum of the party continues to drift through their small opening.

“You make everything feel like an adventure,” Minho breathes out, his voice a hushed whisper against Chan’s lips.

Chan smiles, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and mischief. “Only the best for you,” he replies, pressing another kiss to Minho’s lips, this one tender and filled with promise. “Let's make sure you're ready, hm?” Chan hums against his lips and fumbles with the button of Minho's trousers.

“Yeah,” he nods feverishly and shoves down his trousers and boxers enough for Chan to get to work.

Chan pulls out the small bottle of lube, safely stored in the inside of his jacket. He pours some on his fingers and reaches behind Minho, circling his hole before pushing inside. Minho grips his shoulder tightly, mouth forming a silent “oh”. “Relax,” Chan whispers, gently working his finger inside. “Good boy,” he adds as Minho does exactly that and lets Chan do as he wants to.

“Fuck, love, please,” he moans sweetly, pressing back on his finger.

Chan smiles at Minho's responsiveness, adding another finger and scissoring them slowly, careful to prepare him properly. The intimate touches, combined with their secluded environment, heighten the intensity of each sensation. Minho's breath catches, his forehead resting against Chan's shoulder as he adjusts to the feeling.

"Better?" Chan asks, his voice low and comforting.

"Much," Minho manages to reply, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. He adjusts his stance slightly, allowing Chan better access, his own hands gripping Chan's jacket for support.

Chan continues his careful movements, his free hand tracing gentle patterns along Minho's side, soothing and arousing all at once. The soft, muffled sounds of the party outside seem worlds away, their own private universe reduced to the small, dimly lit space of the closet and the overwhelming sensations flooding through them.

Finally feeling that Minho is ready, Chan pulls out his fingers and takes a condom from his jacket pocket. With quick, practiced movements, he tears the package open and rolls it onto himself. He looks into Minho's eyes, searching for any last hesitation, but finds only eager need in them.

"You sure?" he asks, again.

"Absolutely," Minho replies, his voice firm yet breathy. "Please, Chan, I need you."

Chan nods, aligning himself with Minho, his hands gripping his hips tightly. He pushes forward gently, pausing at the resistance he meets to let Minho adjust. The tight heat welcoming him sends a shudder through his body, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. No rush.

Minho bites down on his lip, concentrating on relaxing as Chan begins to move. Once fully buried inside, Chan gives them both a moment to adjust before starting a slow rhythm. Each thrust is controlled and soft, aiming for a depth and angle that pulls soft, quiet moans from Minho.

Their movements are synchronized, a dance they’ve perfected over time. The sounds of their breaths and the quiet squelch of the lube mix with the faint music from the party.

"Chan..." Minho breathes out, his hands sliding up to tangle in Chan's hair. He pulls him down for a kiss, hungry and deep, which Chan eagerly returns. The kiss muffles their moans, their pace changing as they lose themselves in each other.

Chan's hands explore Minho's body, his fingers tracing the lines and curves he knows so well, each touch sparking additional waves of desire. Minho's hands are equally busy, caressing Chan's back, shoulders, and occasionally drifting lower, thrusting deeper.

Minho's head drops back against the wall of the closet, jaw growing slack as Chan barely moves anymore. They both know how much he loves feeling full and Chan loves seeing him lose control. Chan starts kissing his neck as Minho gets more vocal, breathy moans and small huffs leaving him. He soothingly squeezes his hip and bites back a soft groan as Minho's moans rise in volume the more his lips travel over his neck.

Minho's grip on his jacket grows tight as Chan barely pulls out before already pushing inside again, grinding against his prostate. “Ohh, fuuck,” he moans out louder than he should. He can't help it as Chan finds just the right angle to make his whole body sing with pleasure. Chan's breath hitches at the sound, encouraged by the undeniable evidence of Minho's pleasure.

"Shh, we've got to keep it down, remember?" Chan reminds him softly, even as he adjusts his movements to maintain that perfect angle, each thrust calculated to deepen the sensation for Minho.

Minho nods, biting his lip hard, his eyes fluttering closed as he fights to stay quiet. He wraps his arms around Chan, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other, minimizing any noise from their movements.

Chan's face, buried into the crook of Minho's neck, his hot breaths against Minho's skin sending shivers down his spine. He whispers encouragements, each word a tender vibration against Minho's sweaty skin. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, "Just a bit longer, I've got you."

Minho's hands travel down, tracing the line of Chan's spine, feeling the muscles work beneath his skin. He reaches lower and touches himself where Chan's body meets his, increasing his own pleasure. He feels a familiar tightening, his orgasm approaching rapidly.

Chan feels it too, his movements becoming less rhythmic, more erratic as he gets closer to the edge. "Minho," he gasps, his voice a tight whisper, "I'm—"

"I know," Minho cuts him off, his voice a breathy moan. “Please, baby, with me-.”

The permission breaks the last of Chan's restraint. With a few more thrusts, deep and hectic, they reach their climax together. Chan's grip tightens around Minho as he shudders as waves of pleasure wash over them, leaving them clinging to each other, breathless and spent. Minho can't stop the filthy sounds spilling from his mouth anymore and Chan doesn't stop him, loving the sound of his name so broken, so delicate, so sweet way too much.

For a few moments, they simply hold each other, their breaths slowly calming. Chan eventually pulls back slightly, looking into Minho's eyes with a depth of love that words could never fully capture. He presses a soft, long kiss to Minho's lips, which the younger returns just as lovingly.

"We should probably get back," Chan whispers against Minho's lips.

Minho nods, a soft smile covering his lips. "Yeah, before they start sending out search parties for us." He helps Chan tidy up, adjusting each other's clothes and hair to erase any obvious signs of what had happened.

They open the closet door fully, peeking out to make sure the coast is clear. The party still rumbles on, the sounds of celebration unchanged by their temporary absence. They slip out, blending back into the crowd, sharing looks, secret smiles and knowing glances.

As they mingle, they keep close, occasionally brushing hands or exchanging soft words.

The night continues, and the music changes to slower, softer beats. Minho leans against Chan, his head resting on his shoulder as they sway gently to the music. Chan’s arms wrap around him, strong and secure.

“Happy?” Chan whispers lowly.

“Very,” Minho replies genuinely. “Best birthday party ever, and it’s not even mine.”

Chan laughs softly, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. “Every day with you feels like a celebration,” he says, meaning every word.

As the party slowly comes to an end, guests begin to say their goodbyes. Minho and Chan help Lix with some of the cleanup, gathering decorations and tidying up the space. The other boys poke fun at them for working in sync so well by now.

Once they're done Minho turns to Chan. "Let's go home," he suggests gently. Chan nods, taking Minho's hand in his, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Once home, they kick off their shoes and collapse onto the couch, their bodies melting into one another in a familiar, comforting way. Chan rests his head against Minho's shoulder, his breaths deep and even.

"We really needed this, didn't we?" Chan murmurs, his voice muffled against Minho's shirt.

"Yeah, we did," Minho agrees, his hand stroking Chan's hair, soothing him. "Just some time away from everything else."

They sit in silence for a while, just enjoying the peace of their living room, the quiet hum of the city outside their windows providing a gentle background noise. It doesn't take long and Chan's straddling Minho's lap, sharing tired and loving kisses. As they break apart, Minho's phone buzzes with a message. He glances at it, a smile spreading across his face. "Looks like Jisungie is throwing another party next week," he chuckles, showing Chan the screen.

Chan groans playfully. "Another chance to hide somewhere?"

"Only if you behave until then," Minho teases, laughing.

The rest of the night is spent in a comfortable silence, with occasional bursts of laughter when one of them shares a random thought.

Eventually, they make their way to bed. As they get comfortable, their bodies close, Chan whispers, "I love you, Minho. More than anything."

"I love you too, Chan. Forever," Minho whispers back softly.

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟲 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata

(Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 2973

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

!!NEW!!: Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Hello my beloved sweeties, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. December was pretty full of events, so I didn't get a chance to write ANYYYYTHING °^° Since I haven't written all December, I will type like crazy for you. May my fingers have enough strength (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ PS: Happy New Year! ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖❇ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋆｡˚

Yawning, you leave the palace after the lavish meal and walk around the garden to stretch your legs. Aside from your little walk, you're planning on meeting someone special.

The garden smells of the finest and most gentle smelling flowers. Although the garden is well kept and a wide variety of plants grow there, the design still appears very natural and if a plant grows around the stone benches or statues, it doesn't bother anyone. Rather, it makes the whole garden romantic.

On your way to your favorite spot, you carefully pick a few beautiful flowers and a few blades of grass. On the side of the Heras Palace there is a small pavilion, which is a bit overgrown with wild plants, next to a small pond. You look around you in surprise, normally he would have been there by now. Without giving it a second thought, you sit down on a bench and place your flowers next to you. You cast your eyes over the palace wall and look at the balconies and windows and wonder if there were ever so many lights on in Hera's Palace.

You feel a bit like a creep as you look into the windows and try to distract yourself by making yourself a flower crown. However, you quickly realize how difficult it is to keep your eyes away from the windows and find yourself constantly paying attention to the moving shadows. Despite the distance, you can clearly see what's going on on the ground floor. The whole gang laughs and every now and then it gets a little louder and chaotic but you're amused just by looking at it. Your grin doesn't leave your lips as you turn your eyes back to the fine crown.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a light on the first floor turn on and your head moves up on its own. Even though you can't see who has entered the room from this angle, you wonder who is there. From your memory it should be one of the royal family's single rooms, so Nami and Robin are already out since you assume they share a room. To the right of the room in mention, is another room and in this room is the Straw Hat's captain. Who decided to live in the room next door? With your thoughts no longer on this planet, you don't even notice that you've been knotting your crown wrong for a while. Only when you reach for some new flowers you see the mess you've made. you sigh in frustration as you fumble the stems apart.

Stay on task, girl... you have to scold yourself.

The familiar rustling in the trees makes you look up again and you see your familiar companion Hetius flying towards you.

"Good evening Hetius." you greet him gently as he flickers his wings to fold back as he lands. He lightly jumps closer to you and chirps happily at you. "hehe yes yes, I know you're here for your reward and that's what you should get." You take a small bag out of your shoulder bag and the bird moves back and forth impatiently, which always makes you giggle. "Now be a little more patient." you laugh as he almost has his beak in your pocket.

You didn't even notice how the balcony door on the first floor opened and someone was watching you and Hetius doing your evening routine. Not even the laughter and wild hustle and bustle of the guests downstairs distracts you from your conversation with your feather friend.

"I'm telling you Hetius, it's been a wild day. Does today mean anything? To be honest, I can't shake the thought that something big is going to happen." As if Hetius understood you, he waited until you had finished talking and gave you a chirping answer.

"Yes, I see it the same way. They're all a few odd birds, but they seem to be peaceful. Don't you think so?" You and your feather friend look through the windows where the pirates are still happily going about their business. The chaos makes you laugh as your friend croaks along with you.

You feed the last bits of treats to the paradise bird while you continue to entertain him with today's events.

"Oh hello Law, are you also enjoying the 'quiet' evening?" Nami's joking voice makes you look to the side and you notice another light on the first floor. You recognize Nami leaning against the railing of the balcony. The light from inside shines a little in her face as she looks to her left at the balcony next to her. The balcony next to Luffy's room. You recall her words. Your question is now answered because now you know that Law is the one who lives in the room. Your eyes scan the balcony and, slightly in the dark, you see Law sitting on the wide railing, leaning against the wall with one leg bent.

Luckily it's dark so no one should see you as you listen intently. Hetius also sits up excitedly but everything remains quiet. "Seems like you'd rather be on your own, huh?" Nami looks up at the night sky, not caring that Law doesn't answer her. Apart from the commotion from below, she enjoys the peaceful evening. "I wanted to thank you and your crew for helping our captain. I'm not sure why you showed up, but without you we probably wouldn't have gotten away with it." Based on their words, you wonder how well the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates know each other. From the sound of it, they're more like casual acquaintances.

Apparently Hetius couldn't stand his curiosity and he flew towards the balconies. You had tried in vain to catch Hetius, but you hadn't caught a single feather. You watched nervously as your friend landed on the railing next to the startled Nami, but you decided against stepping out of the shadows and remaining hidden. A little nervously, you play with your flower crown.

"We'll talk about it when Straw Hat-ya is awake again." A little perplexed, Nami looks over at Law. You guess she didn't expect an answer. You, on the other hand, have been waiting for this. You look down, a little embarrassed. You're a damn stalker… You're just eavesdropping on strangers that you've taken in as guests. Embarrassed, you complete the crown and concentrate on no longer listening to their conversation. In fact, you don't hear from Law anymore and Nami is busy with Hetius.

The way everyone is behaving right now, no one could ever believe what everyone has been through. They sing carelessly, clink their mugs and a wild chatter fills the room. Everyone is having a good time and no one seems to be thinking about what was their problem a few days ago. The king sent servants to Hera's Palace to fulfill all of the guests' wishes. However, the only thing the team wanted was food and a lot of liquor. Apart from the normal servants, the king's personal butler also appeared during the evening trying to get the attention of the wild mob but his frail voice was not heard. He cleared his throat elegantly several times and with each time he became a little more desperate. But how the hell is anyone supposed to notice him when Brook puts on a little show with Chopper and Franky by his side? Most of the people were enjoying the show or having a conversation, the rest were doing mischief or were already too drunk to generally notice anything.

The Mink made himself comfortable on the carpet in front of the warm fireplace and fell asleep straight away. Law, who is standing at the window, has to grin at the sight. His gaze roams around the room, observing the situation. He sways his drink in the glass as he mentally tries to carry out the next steps of his plan. It's a problem that the Polar Tang got stuck in the narrow river, but on the other hand, this might be the safest place right now. His eyes land on the group of Straw Hats. Nami and Robin are elegantly served by the cook Sanji and chat. Zoro agrees to have one drink after another with his members and then he notices the desperate butler vainly seeking the pirates' attention.

"Oi guys!" Law's deep voice drowns out every voice and the room becomes quiet. All you can hear is the snoring polar bear and everyone else who is still there, looks at Law. Still standing at the window, he raises his arm, looks sideways into the room and points to the butler, who twitches slightly and quickly clears his throat as everyone's eyes were now on him.

"It's nice that we found a moment of peace, my dear guests." Before he continues speaking, the butler turns to Law again and bends slightly. "Thank you very much, sir...?" - "Law." - “Thank you, Mr. Law, for giving me your attention. My name is Giles, feel free to ask for me if you need any assistance.” Because of the butler's ostentatious language, a few pirates had to hold back their laughter, while a few cheekily giggled loudly. The butler elegantly ignored it and turned to Law again.

"The king would like to meet the representatives of your troops tomorrow over tea and biscuits." A gentle, warm smile spreads across the butler's face as he waits for an answer. “Will y/n be there too?” Nami asks the old man. “Of course, the young lady is responsible for you.” He looks sideways at Nami and coughs into his hand. "Please remember that in public and in front of the royal family you address the young lady by her title or at least call her princess." He folds his arms behind his back again and looks up into the air. "She will give you permission to call her by her name and that may be okay in private spaces... But she has to save face in front of the citizens." Nami nods understandingly at the man and he thanks her.

Before the butler said his goodbyes, he informed those present that he would pick them up from the salon shortly before lunchtime and that they were welcome to move freely around the kingdom until then. Law, who is only half listening, has turned his attention to something completely different. Through the window he watched someone walking in the garden a little further away in the shadows. When he takes a closer look, he sees you walking by the pond with your flowers. He follows you with his eyes as you look around and after a short while you sit down on the bench. He can't quite see what you're doing because the light is reflecting in the windows, but he's no longer interested in standing at the window and watching you. Just as you came into his field of vision, he thought of something he wanted to do. He said a brief goodbye to the cheerful group as he left the fireplace room and headed upstairs.

Law had previously asked the servants to give him a few books. Something about the general history and geography of Tanata and about the TaimuTaimu fruit. The maid seemed a little uncomfortable as she explained to Law that the information he was looking for was written down in books that were in the Royal Library. Access to these books is only available to scholars and the noble family. None of the staff are authorized to enter the library. But she could go to the city library. Law stares broodingly into her face while the awkward silence causes the young girl to blush a bit. Law gave her a brief answer that any books that related to the topics he mentioned would be ok.

Did she find something suitable? Law will find out as soon as he enters his room. Once in one of the royal rooms, Law's gaze wanders through the exquisitely designed room. His gaze finally landed on the desk next to the balcony door. There are a few different books stacked on the table. Not exactly much but better than nothing. Among the books is a quite old atlas with many maps of the seas and islands on the Grandline. Even if every card is useful, he can't do much with it because all the notes are written in a language he can't read. He glances briefly through another book as he sits down at the desk. The book in his hand looks like a fairy tale book. It is about a person who was once the user of the TaimuTaimu fruit. A laugh takes Law out of the pages and he looks directly at the open window.

"Now be a little more patient." he hears you say. He calmly goes to the balcony door, which is completely glazed, and tries to see where you are. There he sees you still sitting on the bench, only you are no longer alone. He watches you feeding a magnificent bird. With one hand on the door handle, the black haired man considers whether he should push it down and go out onto the balcony. For what reason? He shakes off the thought again. He turns away from the door and picks up the book he was about to leaf through when suddenly there was a knock on the door. On the other side of the door you can hear a few of the Heart Pirates standing in front of Law's door, arguing with each other and just being really loud.

"Hey Captain!!" There's a pretty wild knock on the door. "Sachi and Penguin painted Bepo in his sleep AND NOW.his.fur.is.RUINED!!" It roars from the other side. Law can also hear the Mink repeatedly apologizing and sobbing, whereupon the actually angry Ikakku comforts the bear in a sweet voice. “It’s not your fault, my darling!” Law, who closes his eyes in annoyance, doesn't hesitate for another second and finally decides to escape to the balcony.

They will figure out that a proper bath will solve the problem... He thinks so and flees into the cool evening breeze with the book in his hand. The night sky shines with countless stars and the moon illuminates the garden in a mysterious and cool white. Standing at the railing, Law can clearly see you feeding your feathered friend some treats. Even though all the commotion from below is a bit annoying, it's pleasant to listen to your laughter. In order not to attract attention, Law decides to lean against the castle wall and continue reading the book. He makes a few notes in a small notebook. The oracle predicts who will get the devil fruit... and he sets off to be able to deal with the powers. He writes down as he summarizes the words in his head. The story seems old but not particularly unrealistic. Lines described how the brave protagonist traveled out into the world to steel his body and then traveled back to Tanata, to undergo a daring ceremony and eat the fruit. It's written quite like a fairytale but it almost seems like a biography.

“I toootallyy ditched Thalia today…” a heavy sigh leaves your lips. "...She'll probably hold that against me for quite a long time." you giggle a little desperately while the bird answers you with its melodic chirping. Law's eyes peek just over the edge of his book. He studies your frustrated posture without a thought. A loud clatter from the ground floor takes you out of your thoughts and you look at the house with the bird. Because of your reaction, Law quickly went back to his book. He acts as if you weren't even there, even as he absorbed every word from your mouth and continued to make his notes on the book. The light in the room next door turned on and shortly afterwards a slight creaking of the door can be heard. Law glances slightly to his right as he sees Nami step out onto the balcony.

"Oh hello Law, are you also enjoying the 'quiet' evening?" This seems to be the end of Law's alone time, but he doesn't put his book down. He doesn't give her an answer either. After a rather brief conversation with Nami, a bird flew up to Nami, a bird that was very similar to the one that was with you. Law quickly looks down at you knowingly, but he doesn't see you anymore. You're already gone. Since Nami is now busy with the bird, Law devotes himself to the notes he has collected. One note in particular gets him thinking. He listed the skills described in the book in bullet points. A few remind him of the abilities he saw himself and what you told him, but there was more in the book. His eyes rest on a particular line.

Visions of the future.

As he understood's, the protagonist could only use this ability randomly rather than specifically. It was seen as more of a divine gift given to him in a war, than the power of the devil fruit. Law doubts whether that was really a gift. Can she do it? He circles the bullet point and decides to research it in more detail.

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Oh, you know, you know what?

I'm throwing an April Fool's meeting on Whiteboard!

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Inviting: @zeezu-ix , @blu-ish , @divinkii , @cattyanon , @fuzzypuppybuddie , @lumivall , @shadows-coffeebeans , @speeddemon-82 +anyone who wants to join the party!

#april fool's day #let's go to fun!

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piscispd · 2 years

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— LITTLE GREEN MONSTER.

Performance unit getting jealous of you facetiming your guy friend.

wc: 1k. warnings/tags: gn reader, fluff, a lil angsty, insecurities, no other warnings! request <3

Jun was too focused on the game on his phone to notice you were facetiming someone, until you let out a giggle.

“What is it? Let me see.” He takes off his earphones and asks you to show him your phone excitedly, expecting a tiktok related to puppies or kittens– he doesn't expect to hear a man voice coming from your phone.

His smile quickly drops when you show him your screen and certainly, a guy he doesn't know waves him hello.

Jun greets your friend back, his eyes desperately trying to find your own as if to ask who's this? but you turn back the screen and keep chatting.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he settles on a nervous laugh, says 'mwoya' and goes back to his game, his legs kicking up and down.

His mind is running 1000 miles per minute and he's got a frown on his lips, but he blames it on himself and his phone addiction. He wasn't paying attention to you, of course you'll get bored just watching him game.

He pulls out one of his earphones so he can listen the rest of your call in silence. He's making faces left and right, though. Multitasks winning his game and paying attention to you until you finally end the call.

Here comes his #2973 questions, accompanied by his nervous smiles. “Who was that?” “What were you laughing at?” “Why is he calling this late?” “Does he know you're with me?”

Jun baby it's 6pm, let's be reasonable please.

He's so cute asking all this with a pout on his face– doesn't even realize he's pouting until you point it out, teasing him just a little. “So you're jealous?” “I'm not.”

You chuckle, pinching his cheeks. “You're cute when you're jealous.”

“Ah, stop saying that! I’m not jealous,” he playfully slaps your hand away from his face, “I just don’t like having to share your time.”

“You won't have to share, babe, I'm only yours.”

Jun grimaces at your words for a second before he laughs, and when he steals a look at your pretty, mirthfull eyes his heart skips a beat. He decides to play along— you’re cheesy, but you're not wrong, and Jun has a soft spot for you anyway.

“You are!” he laughs, the childish tilt of it making you smile in return. “Let's just make sure he knows that next time.”

Once you give him his attention back, he makes you promise you both stay off your phones for the rest of the evening. This is his time with you, no one else's.

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Hoshi wants to throw a fit.

He wants to scream, make some noise, tell you the house is on fire, anything to get you to look at him again. But he stays quiet– eerily quiet.

Hoshi would be just as jealous of the other boy as he is of anyone taking your attention away from him. He's not an insecure guy, not really, he just hates not having your eyes on him. So he's frowning, talking under his breath, pouting, doing the most.

And he takes in all of your facetiming quietly right until he can't anymore– jealousy embedded in the tone of his voice and the stiffness of his shoulders.

Hoshi's gaze rests heavily on you, still smiling in your seat. It was only when your eyes meet his own that everything goes silent.

He mumbles, “Do you like him that much?”

The surrounding atmosphere is nothing but tense. He knows that he's probably still scowling, but he wants to make you see that he's upset, so he doesn't bother to school his expression. “Do you like him better than me?”

Oof. No one should look that hot while angry.

He wants to play it off confidently and that lasts about, 5 seconds. Not too long after that he's back to pouting and cuddling you because he's your boyfriend, okay, he's allowed to do this and he's also allowed to hoard all your attention. That's his right.

“I’ve never seen you that mad before.”

“I wasn't mad!” he lies, sulking. “Just make some boundaries with him, he's too clingy with you.”

Cuddle him, hug him, whisper sweet nothings on his ear. Basically baby him a little and he'll be back to normal in no time.

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Minghao is stressed, annoyed and pissed.

It was supposed to take 5 minutes. You were both reading in his room when you got the call, and you told him you'll step out of the room not to disturb his reading, but he told you it was no big deal, so you answered the call right there.

#1 mistake. The way his eye keeps twitching isn't healthy or normal anymore.

Getting this out of the way– I feel like Minghao is such an emotionally smart, healthy man. A boyfriend made out of green flags. But while he does meditate and take time to rationalize his feelings, he can't help but feel them. And he gets so emotional when it comes to you it drives him crazy.

You'd think Minghao doesn't get jealous easily because he trusts you, and of course he does, but his chest still gets tight when someone else hugs you or makes you laugh. He just feels it's unnecessary to make a big deal out of it unless it truly bothers him– like right now.

He keeps quiet plotting during your near fangirling with your friend on the phone, and maybe that's why you thought it was okay to keep talking to him. While you were with your boyfriend.

He did tell you to answer it and you weren't doing anything special together, but honestly, Minghao was one *giggle* away from throwing his meditation years down the drain.

Still, he was keeping it cool for the entirety of 10 minutes until your friend asks, “You guys official?”

Does he have a death wish?

Minghao raises both eyebrows as he stands up from his spot on the bed, immediately taking a seat next to you and making himself visible on the screen.

“You're a little slow,” Minghao smiles, jealousy coiling in his stomach. “But yes, we're together.”

You keep quiet as goes on, “And your time's up. Do you have anything else to say to my partner or can we continue with our date?”

He doesn't wait for an answer and hangs up the phone, turning to stare at you with a scolding look.

Won't stop whining the entire time after. He's very strict with your relationship and boundaries, and tells you how he felt so you won't do it again.

Listen to him. Don't make any excuses or try to justify yourself just yet, he needs to let it out of his system first. Once he's done, kiss him all over his face and watch him soften up and his eyelashes flutter.

He needs the physical reassurance, he's a little embarrassed of his actions to talk about it now, so cuddle him and let him cuddle you. Maybe tell him you love him, he likes to hear it. He can’t stay mad at you for too long, anyway.

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Oh Dino. It depends on his mood entirely. If he's in a more playful state of mind, he'll tease you and introduce himself, a little shyly but overall nice.

“Soon enough he's gonna like me more than he does you.” “I'm on this mission to steal all of your friends.” “Sometimes I feel that my members like you more than they like me, this is my revenge.”

But if he's in one of his sour moods, a day he started with the wrong foot, you have something coming.

Dino gets huffy, sulky, and insecure.

“Woah, you're so cool!” you say oblivious of the ticking bomb next to you. “You worked really hard for these bro, and it shows. I didn’t know someone could sew anklets so fast,” you smile excitedly at your friend.

Shut up. Dino never wanted you to shut up more than right now– he never wanted you to shut up before, but right now, he can barely hold the urge to roll his eyes. He mutters under his breath, staring outside the car's window. “Really?”

“You're right, it does bring me back when we were younger, making these after class…”

Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. “Baby,” Dino clears his throat, trying to jerk his ugly feelings away. “You're gonna be done soon? I wanted to talk to you, too.”

You stop your rambling at this, telling your friend to wait a second. “I'm sorry, babe, I thought you were playing with your phone until we get home?”

“I am– I was,” Chan bites his lips, frustrated and embarrassed. “But I want to talk to you right now, can I?”

“Of course,” you quickly wave your friend goodbye, hanging up and turning to look at your boyfriend. The traffic was slow tonight, and you just got out of a fresh shower after his practice ended, so you weren't wearing any make up right now. The flashing lights coming from the road outside made him see you clearly, the pretty shape of your face and those sweet lips of yours in a small pout, making him blush.

His heart still races when he looks at you even after all this time and it’s ridiculous, how can he expect other people not to feel the same about you? How can he know your friend is only that– a friend? “Is everything alright, Channie?”

“Yes, I just missed you today, and you both. Just,” he struggles to say. “You looked... close.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean, love?”

“You know what, nevermind. It's not a big deal.” Dino plays it off with a small smile, “Can you tell me about your day, please?”

Pry it out of him. He needs reassurance above all or he won't be able to sleep well tonight, even if he looks like he doesn't. He wants to hear you say that you love him and only him, that he's the best option for you out there– the only one.

“I love you, Channie,” you squeeze him in a hug. “So much.”

As he rests his head on yours, listening to your words of affection and the soft music playing on the radio, he slowly starts to believe you. “I love you too.”

#svt x reader #hoshi x reader #jun x reader #dino x reader #chan x reader #the8 x reader #the8 scenarios #seventeen scenarios #omg 10837373 tags sorry #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #performance unit #this was in my drafts for too long t.t #seventeen headcanons #performance unit headcanons

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