#along with every heart by boa

[two-red-lungs]

The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

#eddie munson #stranger things s4 spoilers #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #my writing #I'M NOT DEAD I'M JUST IN UNIVERSITY

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

#sorry if this feels repetitive #it’s my favorite kind of yandere to write 😔 #something about lovesick Satoru that just does it for me #I’ll never get enough of it I fear #okay I’m done writing for the night #the other few ideas in my drafts I want to turn into fics maybe #wait I have another one that’s short I might write that really quick 🏃🏽‍♂️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ｄａｙｌｉｌｙ♡

♡ I got a request for some Yoongi angst with a happy ending so here we are. As always, thank you to the darling anon who requested this ♡

Pairing: idol!boyfriend!yoongi x chubby!latina!reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend reach a turning point in your relationship after a particularly tough argument one night

Genre: angst/fluff

Word Count: 726

A/N: I named this one "daylily" because they're these beautiful flowers that bloom even under the toughest conditions. Daylilys survive everything together. Yes, yes, I'm a softie. I know!

You can’t even remember them now. Those daggered words spoken through quivering lips late last night. Words forged in the scorching flames of a wounded heart fall away like the petals of a dying flower. There’s no sound to the memories that flash through your mind.

Yoongi rips through his closet, shoving whatever he can grab into the duffle bag in his hand. He’s screaming at you. No. Not at you. At the universe. At the circumstances that led the two of you here. And you’re crying, tears clouding your vision. 

The tightness in your chest is immense. It’s almost as if a boa constrictor’s wrapped itself around you, intent on making you its next meal. You say something and, whatever it is, you’re consumed by defeat when it’s met with silence.

Yoongi pushes past you, disappearing down the hall. You feel the vibration of the front door slamming shut as he leaves. Dropping to the floor, you bury your face in your hands and now you’re screaming. At the universe. At the circumstances that led the two of you here. At the absence of the man you love. 

You inhale. It’s morning and you aren’t sure if you’ve exhaled yet. If you have it’s just barely because the knot in your chest is still there. The ground beneath you is as soft as a cloud, softer even, and something’s embracing the curves of your figure.

Only this time the pressure surrounding you isn’t suffocating. It’s comforting. Familiar. Sitting up you realize that you’re in bed, a few feet away from where you fell asleep on the floor. You spot the black duffle bag near the closet, its contents scattered in the aftermath of a half-hearted attempt to put everything back. 

Glancing down at the source of the weight around your waist, you see an arm with a ticking silver watch dangling from the wrist. “Yoongi?” you whisper, turning your head to find him lying beside you, a mess of dark wavy hair shielding his face from the light of the rising sun.

He shifts a little, bringing you down to him, your faces so close that your nose brushes against his. “What are you doing here?” Yoongi opens his mouth and the sound returns, his low hum of a morning voice warming your cheeks, “We said we’d never run away, right? Can’t break my promise.” 

"It's fine. You don't have to..." you start but every thought in your brain’s washed away when his lids part, trapping you in his deep brown eyes. “Don’t do it.” “Do what?” “That. Push me away.” You lower your head, unable to face the truth of that statement or the face of the man who makes it.

Yoongi’s away so often. On tour. In the studio. Doing interviews. You thought you could handle it but somewhere along the way the loneliness began to eat at you and it felt safer to keep him out than to lose him again and again. “I get why you do it” he sighs, fingertips dancing along your cheek, “I can’t imagine how lonely you must get. How sad. That’s why I want you to come with me.”

“Come with you?” you ask, wide eyes fixed on him once again, “Come with you where?” Yoongi shrugs, kissing you on the forehead, “Mmm, everywhere?” You laugh, unsure you heard him clearly, “Everywhere?” “Everywhere. I mean it. I want you with me, y/n. I know it’s a lot to ask you to just pick up and…”

You kiss him, delicate and sweet, cutting short his own attempt at protecting his feelings. “Don’t do that” you whisper, using your fingers to comb his hair back. “What?” “Push me away. I’ll come with you.” Yoongi’s face lights up brighter than it has in months, “Really?” You nod, cradling his face in your hands, “Mmhmm.”

“I…I fucking love you, you know that? I love you!” he shouts and he’s pulling you closer, kissing you all over. “I love you too” you giggle, doing your best to keep from falling off of the bed. But you don’t care if you do because for the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time ever, the fear of losing him doesn’t exist anymore.

Inevitably he’ll leave again. Abandon this city, this country, altogether. And he’ll do it with you by his side or not at all.  

#yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #chubby reader #plus size reader #latina reader

[binarywaltz]

i forgot how much i enjoyed bugsnax until i played it again and loved every second of it

image description(s) under cut

image 1: digital art of filbo fiddlepie from bugsnax as a human. he is a black man with dark skin, short hair that fades into teal at the top, and monolid eyes. he smiles and holds his arms out, along with kicking a leg upwards and standing on one. he wears a short sleeved shirt with a long sleeved one underneath, a sash saying “mayor", overalls, and sneakers. next to him, bubble text writes out “bugsnax!" [end id]

image 2: digital art of wiggle wigglebottom from bugsnax as a human. she is a black woman with a wide face, tall hair that has a gradient into orange at the top, and pink, star shaped glasses that rest on her forehead. she sweats heavily, laughing nervously with her eyebrows furrowed. she has a large feather boa, a striped dress with flower patterned shorts underneath, and a jacket that flows over her lower arms. a tattoo of a megamaki, a large dragon that looks like a sushi roll, is on her upper arm. [end id]

image 3: digital art of chandlo funkbun and snorpy fizzlebean from bugsnax as humans. on an abstract background with mountains and grass, chandlo jumps into the air with a basketball in hand. chandlo is a muscular native man with tan skin, brown hair that's bleached and dyed green at the bottom. he has a backwards hat, tank top, basketball shorts, long socks, and sneakers. he has a determined expression and smiles. in a square, isolated from the rest, shows snorpy. he is an arab man with a similar skin tone to chandlo, but has ginger hair at the top of his head and darker hair at the bottom. he wears a sweater, an apron, a newsboy cap, and a bandana. his glasses have several small lenses attached. he looks up, presumably watching chandlo, blushing and sweating, with a small thought bubble with a heart above his head. [end id]

#art #my art #bugsnax #june 2023 #2023 #roly art #filbo fiddlepie #wiggle wigglebottom #chandlo funkbun #snorpy fizzlebean #fanart #Is that everything . i think it’s everything #i never draw them as grumpuses not because i can’t but because i don’t feel like it . and that’s ok

[professorsparklepants]

Spotify | Youtube (lyricless) | Youtube (with translated lyrics)*

a voice came to me in a dream saying that i could make a life and death companions playlists using only kpop songs. and that voice? was kim dokja.

*flashing warning for Killing Me

TRACKLIST BELOW THE CUT

Illusion | aespa

Follow me, come and get illusion Swallow it all at once, delicious Irresistible bait, hook up Feeding on attention and growing up

Did I pick this song just because it had the word dokkaebi in it? Maybe. But you can't deny it's a starstream bop.

Deep | Hyo

Hiding sharp teeth, tension with you I predict eyes to eyes, explore it with you Oh you can take it? Won't be easy, you'll see Like the waves I'll hit you, whip up the water, deeper into me

This was the last song I added, but "two sharks circling each other in the water as a metaphor for a relationship" is SO early joongdok.

Camo | BoA

Hey baby, in the darkness with all the lights off I've hidden my shadow, I can't be tied down To some place tonight, my face has changed My heart is moving, but my camouflage will hide it I still don't know, yeah, my own heart The thick colors of the camouflage cover up the new world that'll surprise me

The dowager queen of kpop delivers a Kim Dokja song through and through.

Drunk-Dazed | ENHYPEN

I feel it, my head's in a daze daze daze I'm addicted, I replay-play-play The way you want it, go as far as you can to reach it Trapped in the carnival wow wow

[slaps Yoo Joonghyuk] this boy can fit so much timeloop trauma inside him

Want | Taemin

(Hot, Hot) Teasing you slowly (Hot, hot) Making you fall for me without limit (Hot, hot) Waking you up from the silence underneath your deep sea (Hot, hot) Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more

I can't do a kpop themed shipping playlist and NOT include the King of Hoe Anthems himself.

Devil By the Window | TXT

Waste, waste away in the gutter with me No, I can't tell what is fake in my reality I see the waves, see the waves wash over me Oh, stay, you can stay when you're tempted to leave

Deja Vu | Dreamcatcher

Me deleting Lucifer by SHINee from the playlist because the lyrics don't fit: OTL

Me when I find another kpop song about Devils that's also way gayer: 😈

So now, I'm holding this pain Like you, who has thrown everything away Each day gets clearer Endlessly before me, oh deja vu Oh deja vu, oh deja vu, Oh deja vu, so I've fallen now Till the day I run out of breath, I can't let you go again Because we'll spend every moment together Don't get any further away from me

This is the only surviving entry from when this was 100% a joke playlist and not partially serious.

Psycho | Red Velvet

You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho People keep telling us As we fight like it's our last but then we get along They don't get it, it's so funny

Dysfunctional relationship anthem.

Killing Me | Chungha

Forgotten again these days The time has stopped When does it end? Try to pretend I'm used to it by now Something just fell apart What fell is the broken heart Future is trapped and has collapsed Everything is because of you

Is is really a joongdok playlist without at least one depressed breakup song?

Fiction | Highlight (formerly Beast)

Like this again (fiction in fiction) I can't end it (fiction in fiction) I am writing the story that will never end in my heart I will hold onto you (fiction in fiction) I won't let you go (fiction in fiction) I'm in the story of you and i that hasn't ended still, even today in fiction

I know Kim Dokja is the reader and not the writer but I couldn't NOT.

Heroine | Sunmi

In this drama of just us two The true hero was you, baby Yeah today you're being you Like a brilliant hero Just do as you have always done Even if that's playing the villain Even if that makes me sad You've got to be yourself Even if that hurts me, even if it's a sad ending The show must go on

This is the first song I added, honestly. Perfect for them.

What Can I Do | Day6

What am I to you? Do you even have feelings for me? Every time I meet you, you change Feels like I know you, but then I don't You meet all the people in the world but you have no time to give me? You're too much, why do you drive me so crazy?

I found this on a list of the gayest kpop songs.

Star | Loona

You're in my mind when I'm asleep I'm seeing stars sink in these dreams I don't wanna spend these hours with nobody else I'm in your mind, you're my dreams I'm freaking out I don't wanna leave But so selfishly I want you and nobody else

I debated between Voice (Korean version) and Star (English version) but then I realized Star has lines that can be read as the possession thing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Untouchable | Everglow

Tell me now, tell me now you want me Your feeling can be seen clearly like mine You and I are like one, we're so alike Talk about, talk about us, I want you My feeling can be seen clearly like yours Whatever people say, we're untouchable

Battle couple anthem.

Feel Special | Twice

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cause you're there That's what you do One moment I feel like I'm nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me, I feel loved I feel so special

When I realized I could put this song on this playlist I cackled.

Fairy of Shampoo | TXT

I don't feel lonely when I see you Even if I'm with my sad heart It just disappears far away Dear, you are my fairy of shampoo From this moment on, I will love you

This song is so fucking funny. Me and the woman from a shampoo commercial I have a parasocial relationship with.

Survive the Night | The Boyz

A crying child pouring starlight I got lost in the night I'm still lost there Though I realize it all I have to get out of here, warning warning warning Towards you running running running Small fragments and intersecting sensations only faint traces remember you I endure the dawn without you again, oh yeah

[pours one out for Kim Dokja's entire personal timeline]

Into the New World | Girls Generation

I love you, just like this The longed end of wandering I leave behind this world's unending sadness In the many unknowable paths I follow a dim light It's something we'll do together to the end Into my new world

Joongdok can have a protest song about reaching the end of the scenarios together. As a treat.

#fanmix #omniscent reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #yu junghyeok #joongdok #jungdok #webtoons #my mix

[lancermylove]

Lucifer's Scars (Scenario)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive, mentions of a violent event (spoilers from OG OM).

Prompt: You wake up in the middle of the night and see Lucifer's scars on his back.

A/N: Sorry this was late! I nearly got a heat stroke yesterday and couldn't function. 😭

Word Count: 769

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Your eyes slowly opened as you felt movement beside you. The only light in the room came from the flickering flames in the fireplace, but even then, you had to blink a few times to adjust your vision to the brightness. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw your boyfriend's silhouette and slowly turned your head to ask what happened. But what you saw made your mind and heart freeze. For the first time, you saw Lucifer shirtless, but his muscular bar was not what caught your attention. Your eyes stared at the two long, disfigured marks on his lower back. 

"Hey, Asmo, do you know why Lucifer never removes his shirt? Even at the beach?" 

Though your question was innocent, the fifth brother stayed silent as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket while shifting his weight from one leg to another. Seeing that you were determined to get an answer, Asmo sighed heavily and whispered, "After we lost the war...Lucifer tore off all his wings in anger. Four wings grew back, but the bottom two never did." 

'Was Satan the reason? Is Satan's boa a remnant of Lucifer's missing wings?' 

As you slowly sat up, a wave of sadness washed over your thoughts. Just how much pain did Lucifer feel when he had torn off six wings from the roots. You shuttered at the thought of having a hairline fracture, but he ripped 6 bones clear from his body. A lump formed in your throat, but you did your best to push it back down into the pits of your stomach. Moving closer to him, you rested your head against his back and lightly brushed your fingers along his arm.

"I apologize for waking you." 

His voice sounded drained from overworking and constantly dealing with his brothers' messes. For a moment, only the sound of crackles from the fireplace could be heard in the room until Lucifer's deep voice cut through the silence. "What's the matter? Are you alright?" 

"Hm?" You hummed slightly at his question, wondering what he meant. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I can hear a change in your voice. That particular change only occurs when you have just cried or are crying." 

Surprised by his statement, you slightly lifted your head from his back and stared at the back of his head. Lucifer chuckled at your silence and added, "When I love someone with my heart, I can connect to their soul and notice every minuscule detail related to them. So, tell me, what is the matter?" 

A silent sigh escaped your lips as you leaned the side of your head against his back again. How were you supposed to answer his question without forcing him to recall painful memories or bring up a sensitive topic? So, you chose to keep your lips zipped. 

"Does your concern have to do with my scars?" His voice held no malice or anger, but you could tell he was unhappy discussing this topic. Lucifer felt your muscles tighten against his back and sighed heavily. "(Y/n), you have no reason to worry. The scars are merely there to remind me of the mistake I made out of anger and a constant reminder to control my answer. No, the scars do not hurt, nor do they bother me. If I had to return to my past, I would still choose the same path." 

Your eyebrows furrowed upon hearing his last statement. "But why?" 

"If I choose a different path, I would lose Satan." He said softly, but the hint of pain in his voice was evident as if Lucifer's mind had forced him to think of the unthinkable. 

For a brief moment, your eyes widened, but your expression quickly relaxed into a gentle smile. Adjusting your position, you wrapped your arms around Lucifer from behind and planted a kiss on his upper back before whispering, "Spoken like a true father." 

"Brother," he replied with a drop of irritation. 

"Father," you giggled.

"Brother." 

Despite hearing the warning tone in Lucifer's voice, you replied," Father." 

"(Y/n), you are feeling rather awake. If you have the energy to argue with me, shall we spend your energy in a more...useful manner?" Your boyfriend turned his head, wondering if you picked up on his hint. 

"More...useful manner?" You asked, confused. 

Lucifer freed himself from your embrace and stood up wordlessly. In the next second, your back was pressed against the mattress while he hovered over you with a smirk. As your cheeks started to turn red, Lucifer leaned in for a kiss with the intention of not letting you sleep for a while. 

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➣  Obey Me Masterlist: [1][2]

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➣ Buy me a Ko-fi? ➣ Commission: Open ➣ HC/Scenario Requests: Closed || Quick Ask Requests: Closed || GIF Requests: Closed

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x you #swd lucifer #nightbringer lucifer #om lucifer #lucifer x reader

[gemini-sensei]

You're Hired | Boss!Eli x Nanny!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Widowed!Dad!Hawk

Inspired by "The Nanny" because I love it. I had to do this as soon as it popped into my head. I may do multiple parts, but it just depends. @sensei-venus (update: edited)

Series Masterlist

With three young children and a job that kept him busy, Eli Moskowitz didn't know what to do with himself. There were no easy answers, not after his wife died. He stayed with the kids for a long time, helping them through the emotions they shouldn't of had to go through, but it was life. It hurt to see them like that, though he knew his youngest wouldn't remember her mom due to the fact that she was just a baby. It broke his heart to uncertain degrees.

When he returned to work, friends would help take care of the kids. It was easy when the older two were in school and the baby could go to Moon for a day. She loved helping and taking care of his precious baby girl, but it couldn't last. Before a full year passed, Moon became busier and couldn't care for the baby so much. He understood, of course, but he just wished it was easier.

So he started looking for a nanny, someone to stay in that extra room in his house who could help the kids get dressed in the morning, feed them breakfast, ensure they get to school on time. However, every interview went haywire. His kids didn't like them or the interviewees didn't like the kids. One woman was upset his 18 month old wasn't potty trained, another was picky about how many of the kids they'd be responsible for.

On the other hand, his kids were unhappy with all of them. His son, his oldest, purposefully sabotaged some interviews because he didn't like them. He blew his nose in one man's sleeve, then showed off his pet ferret to one woman who was squeamish around small animals. His oldest daughter got quiet and kicked her feet when she didn't like someone; she checked out with a coloring book while he kept talking. His youngest made it clear by crying or throwing up on an interviewee.

Eli was getting close to the end of the line. He'd interviewed a handful of people, but none of them even came close. It didn't matter to him what credentials they had or who they worked for before, they didn't meet his first standard. The most important thing he wanted to see was at least one person get along with his kids.

He thought one would make the cut, but evidently that was too much to ask for. The snobby and high class nannies wanted to work for the him, one of the biggest names in the high tech industry, but none of them were good enough.

He just wanted to find someone with class, who he could trust with his children and whom they liked.

He was in his home office late one morning when he heard the doorbell ring. He wasn't expecting any visitors, so he wasn't in a rush to answer it. He was reading a report, intent on answering the door but ultimately forgetting about it.

He need not worry, though, as his oldest daughter answered the door. She was only five, but had fairly good manners.

She smiled as she opened the door to a pretty woman, who's face lit up when she saw her. She was a little shy, but greeted the stranger politely. "Hello..."

"Well hello there," Reader said sweetly. She crouched down to the little girl's level with a soft smile. "My name is Reader. I'm opening a boutique downtown because I love to dress up. Is your mommy or daddy home?"

"Daddy's in his office," the little girl told her passively. She smiled wide. "I love playing dress up! Do you wanna play?"

Reader was a little apprehensive. She was only going around handing out fliers for her boutique, thinking that going old school would make her stand out. There was no plan on entering any of these big, lovely houses. However, as the little girl grabbed her hand, she let herself be pulled inside because she didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.

Her bag got dropped onto a lush couch as she was shown a big box of dress up items. There were crowns and boas and vests and capes and hats and jackets and so much more. Reader was told to sit down on the floor so she could get a make over.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Reader asked softly.

"Mia."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you."

Mia wrapped Reader with a boa and a sparkly belt. Everything reminded Reader of her little vintage, thrifted boutique. As the items kept coming out, there were pretty garmets and jewelry. By the end, the child had dressed her in lace gloves and a long necklace. She felt like a kid again.

In the middle of getting some glittery eyeshadow put on, a roar came echoing through the house from down the hall.

A little boy came bounding into the room with a bike helmet on his head and a long red cape. He shouted and yelled from his belly, howling with laughter each time. It all came to a halt as soon as he saw Reader sitting on the living room floor.

He held a foam sword that he quickly pointed at Reader. "Who are you?"

"This is Reader," Mia giggled. "She's my new best friend."

"No, I'm your best friend!" the boy shouted and stamped his foot on the floor. "I am! I am! Not her!"

"Whoa whoa whoa," Reader said softly, calling their attention gently. "Don't you know? You can always have more than one best friend. Friends are great, so why not have tons of them to be the best?"

The kids were quiet for a moment before the boy spoke. "I think I get it."

Reader giggled and smiled. "Right?"

"Are you the best?" he asked.

"I like to think so."

Soon, the room was full of laughter and merriment again. It carried down the hall and into Eli's office. It was loud and fun, something a note above what the norm had been recently. He was curious to see what made the twins so happy, so he stood up and walked down to the living room, though he was shocked to see a stranger dancing with the kids in silly little moves around the living room.

She was dressed in some of the items he knew were from his daughter's chest of clothes. She smiled like a woman who never let the seriousness of adult life get her down. Her body was curvaceous and plump, parts of her bouncing as she danced and swayed to the tune of his kids laughing and singing whatever little song they'd come up with.

Even though she was a stranger, a light bulb went off over Eli's head as he watched them. They didn't notice him, and it allowed him a moment to observe the way she was with them.

Especially as Phoenix was about to run into the table's edge.

She gently pulled him away from it by his arm before he could slam into it with all of the full force his tiny but mighty body had.

"Whoa there! Let's be careful," Reader said.

The pause allowed her to see more of the room and the tall, imposing figure near the doorway. She straightened up and smoothed out her shirt, a guilty look dawning her face.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I've invaded your home," she said, startled and embarrassed. "I don't usually do this. Your children invited me in and I know I should have made boundaries, told them it was inappropriate, but your daughter was so excited and I couldn't tell her no. I should have, I know, and I'm so so-"

"Daddy! Daddy!" Mia shouted, running over to him. She grabbed his hand similarly to the way she did with Reader and dragged him into the center of the room. "This is Reader!"

"She's our new best friend!" Phoenix shouted happily.

Eli was unable to take his eyes off of the woman the entire time he was brought across the room and even after. As he came to a stop, he stood straight and tall, watching her carefully. His mind was speeding as fast as a bullet train, surely aware that he had lost it altogether with the thoughts that ran through it.

"Again, I'm so sorry, sir," Reader said, feeling incredibly awkward and scared. This man had every right to call the police on her and have her arrested, so she wanted to make a quick exit. So she started taking off the dress up items and set them down. "I'll go."

"No, stay," he mumbled. Just speaking it made him feel crazy. This was crazy, wasn't it? "How would you like a job?"

"What?"

"A job."

"I-I already have one. I, um, I own a little boutique in town."

"You own it?"

"Yes..."

"Keep it and come work for me. Manage that from here."

"Here?"

"I want you to be a nanny to my children."

"You don't even know me."

"I know your name-"

"I don't know yours."

"Eli Moskowitz."

He put his hand out and she stared at it stupidly for a moment before shaking it. She told him her name, then asked softly:

"Why me?"

He answered plainly, "Because you're the only person they've liked."

"Oh..."

"How well are you with babies?"

Reader was yet again taken aback. "Babies?"

"I have an 18 month old. Junie."

"Babies aren't too terrible. I love them."

"Then you're hired."

And just like that, Eli had found himself someone amazing. He just didn't know exactly how amazing she was yet. All that mattered were the cheers the twins gave as they hopped around their feet with giddy giggles and wide smiles. If only he'd known then how truly special it all would be.

#nanny!reader #dad!hawk #single dad!hawk #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #nanny au #gemini sensei

[blacklegsanjiii]

idk man i don't ship mihawk with anyone really but this golden/hancock sanji au got me. Also yeah there's an age gape, Boa and Mihawk are like 14 and halfish years apart. It's not as weird as her and Luffy though I PROMISE. It is long, it's a basically a halfassed start of a fic idk man.

Mihawk's snail goes off and he's been neglecting his warlord duties since Sanji came along so he answers as he holds the sleeping child. Boa is apparently stranded very close by so he wakes Sanji and says he has to go get someone and for Sanji to stay inside. He goes and gets Boa who frowns as her boat sinks and she whines like any eighteen year old princess would.

They get to Kuriagana and he takes her to the denden so she can call someone to come get her properly and take her back to Amazon Lily. She comes out of Mihawk's office and sees him talking quietly to Sanji, he's knelt down to talk to small boy sans his trademark hat and coat and Boa has never experienced attraction before but she thinks 'huh, that's cute, he's handsome, i see why people think that' and goes to introduce herself.

Boa opens her mouth and stops when she sees that curled eyebrow and instead of introducing herself she looks between Sanji and Mihawk and is wavering heavily. Sanji instantly sees she recognizes him and freezes.

"Is there something wrong?" Mihawk asks her as he looks between the two of them.

"Hawkeye," Boa breathes, "did you kidnap the dead prince of Germa?"

"The what?" Mihawk asks with shock, which is the first emotion outside of boredom she's seen the man emote. "I got Sanji from a rock." Mihawk says as Sanji is about to have a full blown panic attack.

"He was claimed to be dead like three years ago! How did you not know?" Boa demands as she pulls Sanji to her and his breathing starts getting rough.

"I've only had him some months, Princess, let him go. He's going into a panic attack." Mihawk demands and Boa glares but releases him and Mihawk picks Sanji up and stands. His glare is harsh as he leaves her standing there to go calm Sanji down. Boa finds them after a while and Sanji is asleep on Mihawk who is reading.

"I apologize for my insensitivity to you, Hawkeye," Boa starts, "how did you get him though, really?"

"I wasn't lying, Redleg can corroborate." Mihawk answers.

"Sure. Let's say you're not lying. Why does he look like that?" Boa asks.

"You said he died three years ago, yes? Then he hasn't been fed properly for those years, maybe even before that. It's something I've been working on." Mihawk hums as he puts his book down to look at her properly.

"He didn't tell you?" Boa huffs in disbelief.

"No," Mihawk sighs, "he didn't." That, that makes Boa's heart ache for some reason.

Boa has to stay a couple days until someone can come get her so she gets to watch Mihawk and Sanji together. She watches Mihawk have emotions and smile, he smiles at Sanji and Boa gets why people say he's attractive but they haven't seen that. That is dangerous and Boa leaves every time she sees it and comes back when she's calmed down. Mihawk absolutely notices and absolutely exploits this, he's a pirate, it's expected. He makes Boa promise Sanji not to tell anyone about him. Sanji's relief is palpable which makes Boa coo at him and Sanji stare at the affection she's showing him because it's a new kind. Mihawk pats his head and assures him it's alright.

When Boa is leaving she and Mihawk are talking and Mihawk off handedly is like 'maybe when you're twenty.' with a smirk and Boa is flustered and trying not to show it because she's from Amazon Lily and is supposed to not really be swayed by men, but here she is. Red faced and stuttering and asks how he can do that to her and he shrugs and says he honestly expects to have to fend off her forces now.

"When I'm twenty?" She double checks.

"Maybe." Mihawk shrugs with that same fucking smirk and Boa is so frustrated when she leaves Mihawk is pretty sure he's going to have to go to war with a whole damned country. He laughs when Sanji asks why she was mad at him and Mihawk admits to teasing her a lot, an unnecessarily high amount of teasing. Sanji asks if he was flirting and Mihawk admits he did a bit of that as well with a chuckle as he holds his son close. Sanji looks at him with disgust which makes him lose it completely and laugh into his son's hair.

Boa makes a habit to talk to Mihawk and try to get him to emote at warlord meetings which everyone thinks is weird except him. He keeps looking at her expectantly and cocks a brow. He doesn't attend most of them, the government lets it slide based on his status as the world's greatest swordsman and how much work he does actually do for them, so when he does she makes the most of it.

Afterwards, when they're in private she asks about Sanji and how he's doing and Mihawk answers and invites her back to Kuraigana at her leisure. She eventually takes him up on it to his surprise, so she follows him to Kuraigana. It's a rare sunny day when they arrive and Mihawk helps her onto land and then ties their boats and leads her to the castle. Sanji is looking at them through a window and Boa waves excitedly to him. It may have been almost a year but she still coos at him as Sanji looks at her warily. He's scooped easily into Mihawk's arms who tells him Boa will be staying a few days again.

Sanji mumbles his acknowledgement as they head to the kitchen to start cooking. Boa watches the duo who are remarkably close, a true father and son relationship. She watches Mihawk guide Sanji through a recipe and it sounds amazing, smells amazing, she is drooling as they plate up what they've made and serve it. It tastes really good too, amazing, better than what they make on Amazon Lily and says such. They thank her and Boa tries to make more conversation with Sanji.

Who is not talkative but does seem to warm up to her more especially since she doesn't ask about Germa or anything of the like. Later after Sanji is put to bed Boa leans over the arm of the chaise and looks at Mihawk as he enters the library with a look of intrigue.

"Yes, Princess?" He asks as he sits in a chair near by.

"Has he told you anything else?" Boa asks as he grabs a book.

"Not much, but he has." Mihawk answers slowly, looking at her properly. "Seeing as he was on a cruise liner working for a year I think it's safe to say I will kill the king of Germa."

"He's so sweet, it's weird to think he's one of them." Boa huffs.

"I would argue he's not. He doesn't claim them and they proclaim he's dead. I think it is safe to assume the Vinsmokes would rather he actually be dead." Mihawk responds and Boa hums.

"He's lucky to have you." She says after a moment.

"I'm just as lucky." Mihawk says quietly. Boa looks him over and hums again but Mihawk opens his book and reads. Boa huffs indignantly at him as he chuckles to himself.

#dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #boa hancock #hancock boa #golden!sanji #hancock!sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #mihawk x boa #dracule mihawk x boa hancock #brain worms #single dad!mihawk

[cyborg-franky]

do you think certain OP characters would listen to sad songs if theyre having a broken heart? If so, who exactly? (Tbh i think ace would, just to make himself more miserable)

Oh for sure.

Thatch

He’s a big-time romantic, with all the romance novels that he reads and writes.

He would 100% be influenced by music and listen to sad songs after a breakup. 

Sitting there after dinner service, smoking and watching the stars. Music playing by his side as he laments in his sadness.

Humming along if he knows the tune, exhaling smoke into the air as he thinks about the person he’s lost.

He’s old enough and mature enough to know the heart heals and it’ll get better. 

But until then, the stars and sad songs will be by his side.

Sanji

For similar reasons as Thatch. Listening to music in the kitchen as he sighs and thinks about the person who broke his heart.

He’ll hear a song as he pictures their face, that song then becomes the song that forever reminds him of them. Whenever it comes on in the future, no matter how many years have passed, if he’s with someone else or not, he will still feel that pang in his chest and remember them.

He has no idea if the lyrics fit how he feels but it hit a note with him. The way it sounds more than anything. 

Buggy

He might not look the type or even seem it but Buggy is someone who throws all of himself into everything and anything he does. He feels so deeply about everything.

So when someone breaks his heart he slams the door shut and refuses to come out for hours maybe days.

Just plays nothing but sad songs so he can get his feelings out faster, maybe transfer the pain into anger so it can pass faster [he thinks] but he also isn’t the type that will let something go.

Bitter ex [™]

Someone will be worried about him, knock on his door and open it without permission to see him sitting on his bed, crying and screaming with makeup running down his face going “Don’t look at meeee, get ouuuut!”

Ace

But Ace’s sad songs are heavy ones, loud and angry-sounding music with sad soulful lyrics that resonate with him. Anger and sadness all wrapped into one ball in his chest.

The louder the music the better, he needs to feel the thumping beats in his chest, and drum it all out.

Something screaming and angry to just shift the pain. Make it easier to digest. He’ll be crying, fists balled up as he plays over every mistake but the deep heavy music shakes the walls and vibrates across the floors. Helps him put names to feelings, and helps them to process. 

The songs might sound like noise and all he feels is anger but the lyrics mean something to him and they help.

Franky

Franky acts all tough and shrugs it off. His friends ask if he’s okay and he’s all smiles and thumbs up.

For a moment.

If they ask again he folds like a deck chair.

Tears run down his cheeks as he wails and sobs and falls over himself, grabbing his friends into a hug.

Then he brings out his guitar, strums it sadly, and then sings sad love songs as loud as he can.

Brook joins in and between the two everyone else feels bummed out but Franky and Brook are living.

Boa

Boa will listen to sad songs and realize she ain’t that girl she’s Boa Hancock, girl boss extraordinaire. 

She’ll turn over the sad songs and put on the powerful breakup songs and sing them loudly into the mirror as she fixes her hair, cleans the makeup from her face, and applies a fresh face. She squshes her boobs together in the mirror winks and feels powerful.

Why was she sad? There’s no reason, she’s beautiful and powerful and no one can make her feel like shit.

Though sometimes, when she’s feeling down, feeling vulnerable she’ll curl up alone on her bed and listen to sad songs. To remind herself she’s Boa Hancock, a woman with a bleeding heart she hides from all.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #sanji #cyborg franky #thatch #boa hancock #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #boa one piece #sanji one piece #ace one piece #portgas d ace #franky one piece #sanji op #ace op #buggy op #boa op #thatch op #thatch one piece

[thestylesindependent]

Harry Styles is a pop star people will talk about for generations. Over the course of three albums and two packed-out world tours, he’s topped the charts and found a home in the hearts of audiences seemingly everywhere he goes. He’s sold out venues around the world, some several times over, and is one of just three musical artists to have a permanent banner hanging in the rafters at Madison Square Garden. He’s broken records, won Grammys, and near-single-handedly revived the feather boa industry – and the list goes on.

When he takes to the stage at Wembley Stadium for the first of four sold-out shows there, the venue erupts into celebration. But tonight isn’t about an artist at the top of their game appearing in front of an adoring audience of thousands (though that also happens to be true). Harry’s show is, as it always has been, a celebration of love, connection, and absolute bangers.

In the city that’s been his base for 13 years, in a venue just down the road from where One Direction first formed, seeing him perform feels especially momentous. “Honey, I’m home!” he sing-songs as he settles centre-stage, his own gleeful way of letting the audience know that not only is he exactly where he belongs in this moment, so are they. This place is a safe space, where – as he requests of the crowd at every show he performs – you can “feel free to be whoever it is you’ve always wanted to be.”

His fans welcome that invitation and run with it. There’s sequins and glitter a-plenty, feathers and rhinestones galore. Giant fruit costumes? There’s so many. It’s emboldened, it’s expressive, and it’s full of joy – and really, isn’t that what live music is all about?

From the moment he first bounds across the stage to the swaggering melodies of ‘Daydreaming’, almost falling onto a podium elevating one of his bandmates in the process, Harry holds the 90,000-strong audience in the palm of his hand. “Okay,” he beams sunnily in response to their sung-along request to ‘Adore You’, “but just tonight.”

For two hours, he treats his audience to a career-spanning set that leaves no era forgotten. ‘Little Freak’ and ‘Matilda’ are made heart-achingly tender in front of a crowd, while ‘Music For A Sushi Restaurant’ becomes a literal jamboree. Teasing the chorus of One Direction’s ‘Best Song Ever’ before launching into ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ prompts an all-out dance party that feels practically euphoric, and a moment of stillness as he drinks in the sight of fireworks exploding during ‘Sign Of The Times’ is enough to have the whole venue swooning where they stand.

Strutting across the stage as he gives ‘Medicine’ an irregular outing (sir, we thank you for your service) before holding out his microphone as the crowd sing along to every word of the unreleased fan favourite, Harry is a godlike figure in custom Gucci, commanding and exalting his audience every step of the way.

He treats them with the same reverence as they treat him. Pausing between songs to check in, asking “are we all feeling emotionally stable?” he takes it in stride when the answer is an emphatic “NO!” After a shower of flowers is thrown towards the stage during ‘Grapejuice’, before he leaves, he shares his flowers out among the crowd. “I know how important it is to be here tonight, what it means to me to be here tonight,” he tells the room in a moment of unguarded sincerity. “It makes it feel like it’s supposed to be something all unto itself.”

“It gets really scary that it might never live up to what I think it’s gonna be,” he continues, expressing gratitude to his band, his crew, the staff, the room, every person in front of and behind him. “I want to thank you, because every single time I come here you give me these memories that I know I’m gonna be thinking about for the rest of my life.”

He’s not the only one that’ll carry tonight with them. Gathering at the edge of the arena to practice the boot scoot dance routine between bands, joining up in a conga line during ‘Treat People With Kindness’, swaying arm-in-arm with friends and strangers during ‘Matilda’, lying down to look at the stars during ‘Fine Line’, his fans jump heart first into every moment not just with him, but with each other.

Together, they make this surreal, sensational experience feel like home. This isn’t just Harry’s show; it’s everyone’s.

#harry styles #june 2023

[novemberhope]

This morning I was thinking how to get Niara to Marineford and include her in the canon timeline...

Lot of text under the cut (as well as spoilers), so beware.

So last thing we know is Niara was sailing with Ace and his former crew until they somehow split. I'm not sure if Ginny and Niara exist in the same timeline but if so, they might have known each other too but are not close or anything. I don't think Niara would have supported Ginny's decision to join the marines at all. Perhaps to make this interesting for later, they could have been crewmates and then had a falling out over this the last time they saw each other.

Now, Niara and Ace remain close friends until... perhaps Niara has the opportunity to visit the island her mother was born on (because she needs a valid reason to leave the crew). Let's say her mother's family was not keen on Niara's mother marrying Niara's father and they had very little contact, if all, if her mother after that. So Niara shows up, gets to know them and they all like each other and Niara is reminded of her mother so much and for the first time in a long time feels loved by members of her family. Eventually, the crew has to sail on but with a heavy heart, Niara decidedes to stay a little longer. So she and the others part but she and Ace promise each other they will see each other again and that Niara can come back anytime.

Niara's time with her mother's family is great and she gets along especially great with her grandparents who adore her. She stays way too long, knowing that they're old and by the time she will be able to come here again, they might not be around anymore. But she also starts to long for adventures on sea again and also fears that one day her father or siblings could show up here to arrest her. She hasn't gotten a bounty yet but they know what she's been doing, so she is worried.

Niara's grandfather tells her to train her powers better. She has barely scratched the surface of what her devil fruit powers can do! But for her, that only reminds her of her father forcing her to eat the devil fruit and trying to turn her into someone she's not, a logia fruit user set for a navy career, quickly rising to the highest marine ranks. While Niara does train, she still refuses to try and fully awaken her powers, saying this is never what she wanted to become.

Eventually, her grandfather helps her to get onto a ship and she travels to Sabaody with them, ready to join another crew or, better yet, join up with her old one again. But they are no more and Ace is now with Whitebeard and everyone has moved on without her. Niara feels that she, too, has to make a name for herself now and joins a crew in Sabaody.

Long story short, they make it into the new world but get beaten pretty soon and join the ranks of the crew that has beaten them. Niara does make friends there, but her heart is not really in it. The new world is different in so many ways and she realizes that perhaps she does have to train a lot more.

Then she gets the news of Ace's imprisonment and is devastated. Of course she can't march into Impel Down to set him free but she tries to convince her current crew to go to Marineford but they refuse. So Niara splits with them and tries to get there on her own, knowing she has very little chance to archive anything but she can't let it go either.

Marineford happens... Niara is there fighting... I do want Ace to see her being there fighting for him... but... she's not strong enough and eventually, just gets knocked out. Her being there and being recognized earns her her first bounty though. She does get saved and that's when she first meets Luffy. I think I want her to get saved and brought on the Polar Tang when Luffy is taken there in the end, so she can later form a bond with Luffy and meet Law for the first time.

Eventually, while being on Boa Hancock's island, Niara and Luffy bond over their loss and when Luffy makes the decision to meet up with his own crew in two years after everyone has become stronger, he tells Niara she can join too if she wants. Niara takes the opportunity to get some training too and after the timeskip, she joins the strawhat crew.

Her getting to know Law better won't happen until Punk Hazard.

I think it works better if Niara joins after the timeskip while having Neri be with the Strawhat Crew from more or less the beginning.

#one piece oc #oc #original character #my ocs #oc creator #one piece #one piece timeline #one piece timeskip #one piece original character #oc: kaito niara #kaito niara #marineford arc #portgas d ace #trafalgar law #monkey d luffy #straw hat pirates #some ideas for niara #i swear i get my ideas while being in the bathroom every damn time lol #fyeahonepieceocs #ocappreciation #oc backstory #oc x canon #ocs #oc vibes #oc ideas #how to fit an oc into canon #marineford is gonna hit niara so hard #my flower girly has to get her shit together #i haven't read the ace novels yet so i had to think of some valid reason for niara to leave the crew

[gali-la]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I'm too introverted for this I don't know five writers—

My five favorite works!! Oh god that's a hard one. Let's see...

I'm gonna have to go with "Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart," "Moth to a Flame," "Shared Cigarettes," "Savage Little Beasts," and "'Til all my sleeves are stained red (from all the truth I've said)."

Ahh, that was so hard to choose. I'll put in some more details below in case anyone's interested~

Beneath the Skin, Through the Heart

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katakuri/Rosinante Summary: Katakuri and Rosinante try to get a little more into the... intimate side of a relationship, but some hidden secrets ruin those plans pretty fast. Notes: This came completely out of the blue, to be honest. I got this image of fem!rosi with kata stuck—like, properly stuck—in my head and then everything just got worse. this thing had no plot originally, but then I decided it was going to take place in the canon universe, and everything just kind of... escaped my fingers like a fever dream afterwards. It was a lot of fun!! I love it a whole lot tbh probably gonna stay in my heart for a long time.

Moth to a Flame

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Crocodile/Doflamingo Summary: Be in my quarters at 14:00, the little note read. Unmistakably Crocodile’s neat-but-distracted-by-more-important-things-than-you scrawl, Doflamingo felt his perpetual grin grow ever wider. Even he felt a bit of disbelief when it happened, his skin about two millimeters from splitting already. What a pleasant surprise. If only Doflamingo knew what was truly waiting for him. Notes: This was the kick off to my BTHB! I wrote it for someone who I knew would enjoy this type of thing, and to my great relief, they did enjoy the work! It was my first time writing something quite so... disturbing, so I was of course apprehensive, but it turned out better than I expected! I have higher hopes for the rest of my BTHB now <3

Shared Cigarettes

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Bell-mére/Rosinante Summary: She thought that maybe if they had had more time, if they had been able to do all those things he wanted, she would have been able to love him properly. She would have been able to love him like he deserved—not just echoed the feeling, through wide-puppy-dog-smiles and ruffled-mussed-blond-hair and shared-smokey-cigarette-air and the brushing of fingertips they decided counted as hand-holding. Notes: This one was super bittersweet. My first ever corabelle!! The writing style was a little out of my norm, but it's my baby nonetheless. I just liked thinking of the what-ifs of Bell-mere and Rosinante's relationship—especially after these two masterpieces: set in stone and matching set love em love em love emmmm <33

Savage Little Beasts

Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Hancock & Crocodile Summary: Hancock finds something in common with Crocodile, and they get along better than expected Notes: I have never in my life written or would have even thought of writing something from Boa Hancock's POV, but holy cow, this one was a whole lot more fun than I thought it would be. It's a little less cutesy, but it's focusing on their pets! Adorable bananawanis and Salome <3

And finally,

'Til all my sleeves are stained red (from all the truth I've said)

Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roger/Rayleigh Summary: 5 times Rayleigh discovers something his captain's hiding, and one time his captain comes to him Notes: This one was for Rarepair Month!! I don't know how I managed to write nearly 1k a day, but god, that sad ending was quite an exercise in "don't turn this into a happy ending it needs to be canon compliant". every fluff-loving bone in my body was miserable.

Thank you for the ask, anon!! I'll send it out diligently o7

#one piece #fanfic #one piece fanfic #crocodile #doflamingo #donquixote “corazon” rosinante #katakuri #katacora #dofuwani #r2 #rogerray #gol d roger #silvers rayleigh #boa hancock #corabelle #bell mere

[lem0n-t33th]

welcome to what i think the mercs would wear for sleepy time

Scout

He wears shorts w a five inch inseam bc he’s a whore and a some sports jersey. I think that Scout would run hot, but every night, he tucks himself into bed holding the top of the covers up to his chin like a cartoonish little kid. The next day, he will wake up sweaty and moist and be surprised about it.

Soldier

This man wears boxers that have the American flag or those heart boxers to bed. Someone got them for him as a joke, but it’s his favorite pair, and Soldier says that they are now military issue. But yeah, he just wears boxers. Sometimes he doesn’t even wear em, he says it’s the way that god intended humans to be since they weren’t born with clothes on.

Pyro

They have the softest pajama set you’ll ever feel. It’s a matching pink shirt and pant that are made of a fluffy fabric, but the thing is, he wears it over his suit most of the time. They don’t really know what it feels like, but she thinks that it’s like cotton candy. It was definitely a gift from Scout or Engie.

Demoman

Mans will sleep in whatever he’s wearing, mostly because he’s black out drunk half the time. When he doesn’t pass out, he will change into sweat pants and an undershirt. Some times he forgets to put one or the other on, and he just falls asleep half dressed, with or without underwear some times.

Heavy

He has one of those red and black plaid pajama sets, I know he does. I think Heavy also wears an old timey night caps, unironically, because his mom made it for him, and he loves his mother so much. He has fluffy slippers too, and they’re red to match the plaid. He will always wear the pants, but sometimes he doesn’t wear the long sleeve shirt, since it gets warm, and he will instead wear an undershirt because man is a heater. one time he woke up with archimedes in his bed

Engineer

He will usually pass out on top of his blueprints so his uniform. Whenever he sleeps in a bed, Engi will change into a clean undershirt and put on one of those soft flannel shirts with the off yellow and soft brown pattern along with some plush pants that Pyro stole got him, they thought it would encourage him to sleep more/not on top of his desk, and it does.

Medic

He is also the type to fall asleep on top of their desk, not as often as Engineer though. Medic doesn’t have a designated sleep shirt or jacket, but he does have designated sleep pants, they have little birds on them and the other pair has crosses on them (night ward cosmetic), and he wears them religiously. I think Medic also wears an old timey robe, and Archimedes likes to go inside of it or in the pockets.

Sniper

He sleeps naked or will only wear boxers because he gets so hot at night, but if it is cold, Sniper will be in sweats, hoodie, and a shirt under it, and he’ll be under two blankets. He will wake up sweaty and soggy, and he will not shower or rinse off or anything. He is a grimey dirty man.

Spy

She has the most lavish silk robes, the edges are hemmed with feather boa type thing, and it has like a million pockets for all his spy things. He will usually sleep in some type of satin clothing because it’s supposed to be good for your skin and hair or something. She also has silk whore shorts. You know those aesthetic rich girl sleepover packages that have matching pajama sets in them? The whore shorts look like those.

let me know if there’s anything else i should write!!

#hi twirls hair #teef #lemon writes #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #soldier tf2 #tf2 soldier #pyro tf2 #tf2 pyro #demo tf2 #tf2 demo #demoman tf2 #tf2 demoman #heavy tf2 #tf2 heavy #engie tf2 #engineer tf2 #tf2 engineer #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons

[artsy-hobbitses]

So you already have ttb anime opening songs list. Do you have a ttb anime closing songs list as well?

Follow up from here for those curious!

SEASON 1 (Pre-War) Ending: Fukisusabu kaze no naka de by WAG (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

Running along the edge of the cliff We decide not to look back Not speaking even one word Always without repentance Looking up at the sky The pouring rain falls down And as we wonder if it had let up It starts falling again on our heads If we stir up our emotions, We can easily determine our dreams Determine our love, Our friends, our lives In the midst of the raging wind Can I really throw away my pride? The colors of regret and truth Make my heart dance In these revolutionary days, I Always want to stay with you!

I feel like I don't need to explain the reason behind this choice on the account of it sounding like a Badass Ikemen Quartet and the HYSTERICAL amount of MegOP in. If you want men enthusiatically belting out Gay Subtext devotion-in-love-and-friendship rock type themes, Saiyuki's been doing that since the early 2000s. This theme is so Barricade Boys I'm slapping it on any modern iteration of Les Amis de l'ABC. (Also I have Lambros on my mind and it WILL NOT STOP just imagine them, Hotrod and Bee on vocals)

SEASON 2 Ending: Uso by SID (FMA Brotherhood)

Say, the sky we saw that day, That scarlet sky Do you remember it from that day? We made a promise and a vow While the early summer wind circled us And we clung close together Your forced smile Holds elongated shadows I pretend not to notice and continue on All the while waiting for you To deliver some news at the table Empty nights and mornings that will never arrive I could see them from a mile away Say, the sky we saw that day, That scarlet sky I'm sure you'll remember it one day While holding the promise we couldn't keep We take our first steps down out own paths

A narrative follow-up from the blow-out between the Rebellion in Season One, who are now divided into the Decepticons and the Autobots. Do you remember our promise and what we fought for? I'm sure you will some day, says OP, even as we walk different paths now.

SEASON 3: Ending: Mind Game by Tamaki (Tiger & Bunny)

I daydreamed in a corner Of the city stained ash-gray And somehow I started pondering My raison d'etre But I never know myself & dreams & truth anymore, anymore… more… In this wretched world, I asked myself, "Just what can I do?" Because I got the feeling that your smile taught me that Pain like discovering the light touched me: Yes, that's the feeling I got In order to attain an ephemeral dream by their own hands, All people lose sight of even eternal truth The one who gave light to the indelible, sad tomorrow Was none other than just one (I want to believe) We can share both the past and the future, always!

Rung (Past) and Sari (Future). Also fourth stanza is very Sari to Isaac. Also Drift/Ratchet, as Drift defects to the Autobots this season.

SEASON 4 Ending: Every Heart by BOA (Inuyasha)

Tell me babe How many times I've shed my tears? Every heart Every heart is not a gentle one Why can't I I can never share my loneliness? Every heart doesn't know what to say or what to do Was afraid of darkness cause I felt like I was left alone So I prayed for help to a distant million stars Round and round the planets revolve around the sun And they always seek after love and peace forever more Growing, growing whoa baby we can work it out Look up at the sky, every heart is shining on today

'Every heart is not a gentle one' feat. Sunstreaker/Sideswipe's blowout, Windblade and Starscream's sort-of-relationshing angst (as Starscream tries and fails to show her that the man she believes still lives inside him---that hopeful senator from the past---is dead, when he UGH falls into the trap of being a Decent Man)

Also a lonely LONELY season feat. Mirage with Hound Missing and his Ironhide-induced crisis.

Last stanza hitting the 'Autobots rebuilding On Griffin Rock And Finding Reasons To Hope For Tomorrow Even As It Gets Ever Harder' mood.

SEASON 5 Ending: Alone by Mikuni Shimokawa (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

All of the people coming and going Bear heavy burdens, Searching for tomorrow Within the heat haze wavering in the distance Feelings like sand Falling through my hands… Back then, the words that pierced my heart Suddenly started to throb with pain, but… I've searched for pieces of myself, counting the endless nights all the while. These feelings are becoming so certain I almost lose myself Right now, without fail I will walk forward However far

Because I REALLY wanted to end on this BEAUTIFUL note and it's my series kfhsdgfjsdgfjsfh but seriously:

First stanza encapsulates how the war has affected everyone, Decepticons and Autobots alive, who are now working together and genuinely had always wanted a better tomorrow for everyone.

"I've searched for pieces of myself" stanza, like literally 85% of the cast is in goddamn pieces at the moment and are holding on by their Nakama Thread. It's everyone--Megatron, Mirage, Starscream, OP himself, RUNG, the Lambros, Drift, YOU NAME IT.

This version of the song will be used over the finale itself which will show rebuilding efforts/how the cast is doing post-war. Stuff covered will be, among others:

Sideswipe waking up from his coma and his garbled proposal to Strongarm

Windblade visiting Starscream in prison as she tries to comfort Starscream who's messy snotty crying in happiness that she finally managed to pass a bill to outlaw the creation of new CCs so no child will ever go through what he went through.

OP reading/writing with Megs who's in prison.

Laserbeak and Soundwave helping Ravage with his physical therapy as he slowly regains use of his legs.

Wreckers and Springer visiting Kup's grave with Dakshi who is now Springer's dog.

Hound introducing Mirage to his parents

Prowl front row at Jazz's concert.

Bee and Co finally get their degrees.

Lightbright exploring the universe with her new Titan

A decorated mural of the Autobots and Decepticons who died in the final battle against Unicron.

#Inbox #Humanformers AU #TTB

[autisticlancemcclain]

Slowly. He had to do this slowly. If he took it inch by inch, barely moving, he’ll eventually be able to gently break free and then he can —

Lance makes a soft groaning noise, and Keith freezes immediately, every muscle in his body going completely still. He even holds his breath, doing everything he can to stay as steady as possible. He will not so much as twitch, so help him God.

Lance exhales softly, almost sighing, and his face smooths as he shifts. His arms loosen from their vice grip around Keith’s torso — Lance is a koala cuddler, latches onto Keith like a boa constrictor every night and denies it every morning — and he falls back against his many pillows, hair tangled around his head in messy curls.

Keith, finally free from Lance’s hold, props himself up on his elbow and takes a moment to just… look, at Lance. The love of his life. He follows the steep slope of his straight nose, splattered with freckles. His eyes trace the full cupid’s bow of his lips. The sun-darkened expanse of his smooth skin. The fluttering of his long, dark eyelashes with every exhale. His arms, lanky and graceful and gorgeous and clumsy all the same, rest bonelessly around his head, fingers of his right hand tangled in his hair.

He’s the most beautiful thing Keith has ever seen — so beautiful that Keith feels the ache of him in his heart, in his chest, in his bones. He can feel the phantom imprints of Lance everywhere on his skin. In fingerprint-shaped bruises on his shoulders from where Lance gripped him tightly, last night, as he held on to Keith and they got closer, closer, closer until they were as close as they could be without melding their flesh together, until they were connected, both of them, as one. He felt Lance in the laughter lines he knew he was getting in the corner of his eyes, because Lance was his laughter, the very joy in Keith’s heart. He felt Lance in the want in his hands, the desperate need to touch and touch and never pull away.

He could never fight that urge for long.

He reached over — slowly, gently, lovingly — and traced featherlight fingertips over the shape of Lance’s forehead, brushing through his dark hair and over his soft skin. He traced loops and swirls into the angular sharpness of his cheeks, lips quirking up as he felt the roughness there from the faint hairs that have yet to be shaved this early in the new morning. He finally made his way to Lance’s lips, resting his thumb on the plumpness of the thin skin, Lance’s slow and even puffs of breath sending goosebumps up his fingers.

“You are everything good in the world,” Keith whispers, as he leans down to brush his lips on Lance’s forehead.

Lance groans again, arching forward a little, limbs still heavy with sleep. His eyes stay closed, but his breathing changes, less rhythmic.

“Stay,” he mumbles.

Keith chuckles. “I have to go meet Shiro.”He leans down to press another kiss to Lance’s forehead, quick and careful. But before he can pull away, Lance wraps lethargic arms around Keith’s neck.

“Stay,” he says again. Pleads.

Keith feels himself five in almost immediately. Lance isn’t even awake. His eyes are still shut, and Keith recognises the honey-slow slur and heavy accent to his words, knows he’s still deeply entrenched in dreamland.

Keith rakes his eyes over Lance, again, taking him in, feeling the weight of his arms and the rise and fall of their chests breathing together, and — and.

He collapses back onto the bed, laying on his side. He tugs Lance closer to him, flush along his body, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Lance, sleep drunk as he is, doesn’t hesitate to burrow closer, settling into Keith’s arms with a sigh.

Keith smiles, his own eyes closing again, his limbs resettling into sleep.

Shiro can wait.

As he’s dropping off, thoughts unraveling, he presses on last kiss to Lance’s hair.

“I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved or will ever love again.”

And he falls off into sleep, warm in the arms of the man who shines brighter than any sun, than any star. Secure in the knowledge that he’ll wake up, later, to Lance’s smile and Lance’s love and Lance and Lance and Lance.

Sleep comes easily.

#this is. so fuckinf gay and tender oh my god #y’all know that scene in prince of egypt? after the montage of moses and zephorah falling in love? right before the burning bush? #the scene where he’s waking up to tend to the flocks but he takes a moment to just look at her like he’s desperate to drink her in #and then he leans down to kiss her and she wraps her arms around him and whispers for him to stay and UGH #that scene does not leave my head i had to make it klance #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #married klance #if u so desire #affection #oh this is so tender #SO fuckinf tender #soft keith #soft lance #whipped keith #a little #is this poetry? #it feels like it #my writing #fic fragment

[abysscronica]

Hallelujah [Eustass Kid (Law?) x reader]

Author’s note: this is set in the canon universe – just imaginary future, towards the end of One Piece. It's one of the one shots closest to my heart and I want to see how it does on Tumblr, so here it goes.

Word count: 4.54k

Song: Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

*

 War.

One of the biggest wars the world had ever seen. More than the War of the Best, more than the Payback War, more than Wano.

The World Government had captured the Emperor Monkey D. Luffy and his entire crew, sending them to be executed in New Marineford. Something similar happened before, when Portgas D. Ace was sentenced to death.

 The Strawhats had many allies.

During their journey, they saved not just a lot of people, but a lot of countries.

They had a shitload of enemies too, though.

Despite some of them being criminals, the WG signed a truce and asked them to join forces in the furious battle to come.

Because they knew what was coming.

 The Strawhat Grand Fleet, the Revolutionaries, the Kamabakka Kingdom, the amazons, Germa 66, the samurai, the Surgeon of Death, the Kid pirates, the Minks, what was left of the Whitebeard pirates, and others.

 And you.

Just one year before, you would have paled at the mere idea of being caught in such a war. Just one year before, you would have placed yourself on the other side of the frontline.

 Yes, the Strawhats had many powerful allies. And it took just a quick glance to know it was going to be a majestic pain in the ass to make them work together.

You just never thought that pain in the ass would have to be you.

*

"Well, [Y/n],» Killer said softly above your shoulder «I guess it won’t be easy, huh?"

"'Huh' my ass," you grumbled, a thin drop of sweat gliding down your temple.

 That hall was a mess.

The Cannibal had started a fight with Ivankov, while Kin’emon was keeping back Cavendish, who looked actually more like some kind of creepy demon at the moment. Nekomamushi was on the verge of attacking Vinsmoke Ichiji for some unfortunate comment, and the two big Boa sisters looked very displeased with Trafalgar Law for unknown reasons. The rest of the Strawhat Grand Fleet was caught in a quarrel among themselves. Only Marco the Phoenix stood calm in a corner, leaning against the wall.

 Your Observation haki was well developed, so it was immediately clear how strong all those weirdos were. Honestly, they could kick your ass any day of the week.

 That was an awful, awful idea.

"What the hell is this mess?!" your captain (and man) yelled from behind you.

Eustass Kid, not famous for his docile demeanour.

"So thais was your plan, Eustass-ya?"

Law walked over, an annoyed scowl spreading on his face.

"Gathering us all in your lair and assuming we would get along pretty well?"

"Watch your mouth, Trafalgar, or you'll be dead meat by the end of the day."

"Yeah, yeah. And tell me, who is supposed to be the head of this mismatched alliance? You?"

Kid snarled, his murderous intent glowing in his eyes, but he somehow restrained himself. For the time being.

"Not me," he growled "Her."

 In an instant, all those terrifying eyes fixed on you.

«Hey,» you muttered in the now quiet hall «Some of you already know me. I’m [Y/n]: member of the Kid Pirates, ex marine, awesome. I hope you’re all doing well.»

The silence that followed was broken by a light chuckle.

«Now, this is getting interesting,» Marco smirked.

*

The war was savage.

Your strategies overlapped with Sakazuki’s over and over. Someone betrayed you. People died.

 As the General of the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, you took responsibility for each one of them. As ex marine, your heart hurt for every enemy killed.

Even when your own nakama were falling, you had to stand strong, be lucid, yell orders in the Den Den Mushi, or everyone was going to be lost.

 You had to fight on the main frontline, Sakazuki aiming at you with all he got, far away from your captain, with so many lives depending on you.

You, a simple human being, with nothing special other than sarcasm. And good sniping skills.

The whole time, there was that new fear cutting inside you, that unknown feeling that was also your burning strength.

Eventually, the Strawhats were freed. When Nika joined the battle, the war was won.

 Many died on both sides.

The surviving marines fled across the sea and, while the pirates were cheering and celebrating all over the ruins of New Marineford, drunk with their own adrenalin, you couldn’t help but being afraid of the consequences for the rest of the world.

But that was for later.

"Congratulations, general."

The words snapped you our of your trance and you slowly turned to Nico Robin, standing beside you.

"The war is won. You should announce it in that Den Den Mushi and make it official, don’t you think?"

"Huh…?"

Your eyes flicked to the device.

Your voice sounded weak as you pulled it close to your trembling lips.

"To the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, this is your general speaking."

The island grew quieter, or maybe it was just your imagination.

"I announce you…"

You swallowed. Inhaled. Deeply.

"THE WAR IS WON!"

The yells of the alliance exploded all over Marineford, along with the cries.

Yes, you won the war. And comrades had been lost.

 You handed the Den Den Mushi to the woman and started to run along the shore.

"Oi, where is she going?!" Bartolomeo barked, nearby "She’s our general! She has to celebrate with us!"

Nico Robin raised her hand to stop him. Sabo approached.

"Take a look around, Rooster-kun," she said "None of the Kid Pirates is here."

"Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were fighting on the other side of the island, weren’t day?" Sabo added.

"Shit, that’s true!" Bartolomeo grimaced "They had to take on Ryokugyu and Kizaru."

The blond glanced at the Den Den Mushi.

"They haven’t been replying to any call since half the battle."

Nico Robin was looking at the pirates all around.

"Friends and nakama are still missing for everyone." she frowned "The hardest time has yet to come."

*

HALLELUJAH

[ Kid, Law, reader ]

I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you?

Your panting was the only sound ringing in your ears as you ran across the ruins.

 Maybe they’re okay. Probably their Den Den Mushi just broke. They are okay.

After the Room Law created to move Ryokugyu on the other side of Marineford, the Admirals never came back to help the Marines, after all. But neither did Kid or Law.

 You’re okay. Please, be okay.

When the fight was done, you noticed Heat, Wire, and Killer disappearing immediately, rushing towards the opposite shore.

 Why haven’t they filled me in already? Those idiots!

It took almost half an hour of running to reach the spot.

You crawled up the boulders that obstructed the beach. Of course a battle among those three destroyed the place. When you finally past them, a straight view of the sandy clearing lay in front of your eyes.

They were there.

And it was immediately clear everything was not okay.

Well, it goes like this:

Law was sitting against a jagged rock, clothes ripped, elbows resting on his knees, chin bent on his chest.

Eustass Kid was a few feet away. He was lying down, his head leaning against a stone. There was too much blood around him.

The fourth

Heat, Wire, and Killer were gathered by his side.

The fifth

And they were crying.

The minor fall, and the major lift

You dashed towards them. You stumbled, scraped your knees, rose and ran again.

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

"KID!"

Your nakama turned to you. Law was startled by your choked voice but he didn’t raise his head.

The shadow of a smile tugged on the corners of Kid’s mouth.

"Birdie."

Hallelujah

You fell on your knees as soon as you reached him, shuffling in the sand to cover the last feet and crumbling on his wounded chest.

You couldn’t swallow.

So much blood.

The wound was…

You didn’t have to look at it to understand. So you didn’t.

Hallelujah

"Kid…!"

"Hey."

His voice was a hoarse whisper. His eyes were closed but he did his best to open them and look at you.

Biting hard your lower lip, you quickly turned to the others.

"What the fuck are you doing standing there?! And you!" your furious eyes darted on Law "You’re supposed to be the best doctor around, aren’t you, Surgeon of Death?! Why aren’t you treating him, for fuck’s sake!"

Heat and Wire didn’t answer, lowering their faces on the ground.

Finally, Law lifted his golden eyes.

"I already did all I could," he said, slowly.

Hallelujah

"Bullshit!"

Killer moved closer.

"[Y/n]…"

"No! No!"

You harshly shook your head, burning tears already lining your cheeks, lips tugged above your teeth.

Kid’s hand managed to move on yours, leaned on his marked chest.

"Calm down, birdie."

"Like hell I’m calming down! Heat, Wire! Bring here that fucking reindeer! If Trafalgar can’t do anything, maybe he will!"

"[Y/n]."

Trembling for the effort, Kid's fingers reached your chin, forcing you to face his weak, yet cheeky smirk.

"Look at me."

Your soaked grimace twitched.

"I’m dying, birdie."

Hallelujah

"No… no…"

 More people were gathering on the beach, even if you didn’t register it. It seemed your brain was not processing correctly.

 Law shoved his head between his shoulders, gritting his teeth.

"Why, why did we come here?" you sobbed "You don’t even like the Strawhats!"

Kid chuckled and coughed blood.

"Quit it. Regret doesn’t suit you."

Unable to control your despair, you dropped your forehead on his chest and wept.

You felt his hand in your hair.

"C’mon," he said "S... Stop crying. You’re supposed to be the... general... of this mismatched group of lunatics."

"I… I don’t want…" words died in your mouth "It’s not fair!"

Kid's chest rose and lowered under your face.

"I have no regrets."

Swallowing, you lifted your eyes on his peaceful expression, his messy red hair stuck all over it.

"I wanted to live to become the Pirate King, or dying in the process. I never asked for more."

He wiped away the tears from your cheek.

"Yet I had my stupid nakama. And you."

Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

"Kid please, please, don’t," you begged "I cannot lose you, I can’t."

The others were silently crying behind you. A lot of eyes were fixed on you, probably the most notorious pirates of your age.

You couldn’t care less.

"You made me who I am today. You taught me freedom. This can’t be it."

"It’s... fine. I already spoke to... ugh! K-Killer. He will take care of you."

On the beach, Nami pressed her hands on her mouth to muffle her sobs. Bartolomeo was among the ones weeping openly, along with Ivankov and Momonosuke. Marco and Sabo stood there quietly.

She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair

In the middle of all that pain, a little part of you whispered in your ear you had to accept it. You had to accept it and say goodbye before it was too late.

His breath had grown slower, his eyes were less focused.

"Kid."

"I love you." he whispered.

Your chest, your guts, everything inside you crumbled.

Killer hurled his mask on the ground and growled his desperation between his teeth.

Law’s knuckles whitened in his grip on his trousers.

 You were losing him.

Kid’s amber eyes were looking at nothing, his skin was too pale, his breath almost gone.

He had to know. You had to tell him.

Before it was too late.

"Kid, I’m pregnant."

And from her lips she drew her Hallelujah

His eyes snapped open.

Broken gasps sealed the silence on the beach.

Law’s wide gaze flicked on you.

Hallelujah

Kid’s face was a mask of shock.

"Wha…?"

"I’m pregnant," you repeated, moving closer "I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d forbid me to join the war. Forgive me."

"Are… are you sure…?"

You nodded frantically.

Hallelujah

His signature smirk weakly tugged at his lips.

"So I’m gonna… be a father…"

"Yes! Yes!"

You leaned your forehead against his.

Kid’s amber eyes looked around.

"K-Killer."

"I’m here!"

The blond crawled on his other side, streams of tears running down his cheeks.

"D-Did you hear…?"

"Yes. I will take care of them, Kid. I promise. No one will touch them."

"Good."

Hallelujah

"Maybe your child will be the one finding the One Piece!" you whispered "Maybe they will."

He closed his eyes.

"I'd like that."

"Kid."

"I have to go now."

"Kid!"

You could feel the life slipping away from his body.

Holding back your screams, you gently pressed your lips against his.

"I love you."

Were you breathing? Would you ever be able to breathe again?

"Goodbye, captain."

Hallelujah

Trafalgar Law had a troubled life.

 His whole hometown was destroyed when he was still a child, all the citizens, including his parents and his little sister, were slaughtered by the Government. Then he was sentenced to death by an incurable disease. He defeated it, but paid the highest price for it: Cora-san’s life.

Yet, he grew strong and resolute.

But baby, I’ve been here before I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this floor

Still kind of a loner but he had his nakama. And the Strawhats. Even Eustass-ya, his crew, and all the allies.

I used to live alone before I knew ya

 He never particularly liked Eustass Kid, or at least that’s what he told himself.

There was something, about that vicious pirate. The way his men looked up to him, the way you looked at him. His inability to surrender, even when there was absolutely no hope.

 Law always told himself he was better. He was calmer, smarter, stronger.

Yet no one ever looked at him like you looked at Eustass Kid.

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

He never understood how a woman like you would stick to that man’s side. Or maybe he did, and he lied to himself.

No misunderstandings: Law was proud of who he was. And he knew whom to be grateful to for that.

 Yes, his childhood was shit. But he had the luck to be taught and saved by not one, but two father figures.

His biological dad. And Cora-san.

Everything good inside him was their making.

And love is not a victory march

He looked at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. The despair on your face and the happiness on Eustass’.

“I’m pregnant”

Now that child was meant to grow without a father.

 His dad’s voice and Cora-san’s goofy smile flashed in his mind. He closed his fists.

What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be a doctor! He had freed himself from an incurable disease, how come he was letting Eustass Kid dying in your arms? His comrades were calling his name. He had so many things to live for.

Too many things.

And Law knew what he had to do.

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

 He pulled himself on his feet, glancing around.

No Heart Pirates there. Good.

Hallelujah

"[Y/n]-ya, Killer-ya," he called, walking over "Move aside."

He almost wavered when Killer lifted his blazing eyes on him. He never saw his face before.

"What the fuck do you want, Trafalgar?" Killer hissed.

"To save your captain."

Your wrecked gaze rose too.

"What…? But you said…"

"There’s no time," he urged, hinting at Kid, who was not unconscious "Get off and let me do it already!"

Too numb and confused to object, you shakily stood on your feet. Heat and Wire sustained you and helped you moving back.

"It will hurt. He will scream. I didn’t think he could survive this." Law explained, dropping his jacket. His eyes flicked on yours "But maybe now he has a reason to live no matter what."

Hallelujah

"I can help!" Chopper chimed, running ahead.

"Stay back!" Law barked, and the little reindeer stopped.

The Surgeon of Death pulled out his Nodachi.

"I need to create a big Room for this. No one can be inside." he looked at the little crowd "Everyone step back."

"I have a bad feeling about this," Sabo murmured, but he did as Law asked.

Killer gently pulled you back.

"Come, [Y/n]."

You looked at Kid one last time, then turned to the Surgeon. He flashed his confident smirk at you but there was something wrong in it. Something sad.

"I will bring him back to you, [Y/n]-ya."

"Law…?"

"If you see my men… tell them that they did a good job."

Hallelujah

"Law, wait–"

"Room."

Hallelujah

Minutes passed like centuries.

 You sat against Killer’s side, hands pressed on your ears to not listen to Kid’s screams from the beach. After a while they stopped but the surgery continued, or at least you guessed so, since Law's Room was still in place. You didn’t look that way.

All the Kid Pirates had finally reunited and you all gathered together, without talking. Waiting in the sand.

As the Alliance’s general, you were supposed to check on the people who fought the war with you but you simply couldn’t, not now. Luckily, Vinsmoke Reiju and Marco took the task upon themselves, and they were reorganizing the army and the infirmaries.

Most of the Heart Pirates had medical skills, so they were the ones employed in assisting the injured allies all around. They were informed via radio their captain was safe, so they could focus on the wounded.

There was a time you let me know What’s really going on below But now you never show that to me, do you?

For these reasons, they didn’t rush to the beach. When most of the emergencies were taken care of, though, Bepo couldn’t hold back anymore and he headed to the sandy clearing. Shachi and Penguin tagged along, unable to conceal how bad they wanted to see their captain too.

But remember when I moved in you? The holy dove was moving too

"Here you are, guys."

Nami and Chopper walked towards them when they appeared near the beach.

"Oh? Is the captain still there?" Bepo asked.

Chopper nodded.

"Yes, beyond those boulders. He’s performing surgery on Eustass Kid. He’s in critical conditions." the small reindeer hinted at the beach, where you and your crew were waiting "It’s been a while now."

"Surgery?" Penguin glanced at his comrades "Maybe we can help."

"Wait, he said–"

But the three of them were already running towards the clearing.

"Oi!"

Hearing the call, you turned to the pirates approaching.

"The Heart Pirates are finally here," Wire observed.

Killer helped you stand.

"Where’s the captain?" Shachi asked when they reached you.

Heat pointed at the beach behind his shoulder. The wide Room was visible about two-hundred feet away. Bepo frowned.

"Wait. How long has that Room been there?"

You shrugged.

"I don’t know. An hour? More?"

"What?"

You saw their eyes widening and something in the back of your mind pulsated.

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

"It’s impossible!" Penguin squeaked.

The three of them bolted towards it, but the Kid Pirates quickly jumped on their feet and grabbed them.

"Let us go!" Bepo yelled.

There was a desperate note in his voice that made you shiver.

Hallelujah

"Trafalgar said no one has to get in!" Heat stated, holding Shachi back.

"Let us go now!" Penguin screamed, trying to wiggle out of Killer’s grip.

You approached Bepo.

"What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"Don’t you understand, you fool?!" he shouted in your face.

There were tears in his little eyes.

Hallelujah

You took a step back, blinking.

"What?"

"He’s using the ultimate operation! The one that grants life in exchange of the user’s!"

 In exchange of the user’s…?

"HE’S GOING TO DIE FOR EUSTASS!"

Hallelujah

"If you see my men, tell them they did a good job”

Hallelujah

Eustass Kid knew it.

From the second the excruciating pain began, he knew what was going on. What that idiotic surgeon was trying to do.

 They fought side by side against the Admirals, they covered for each other, they won together, and it wasn't even the first time.

He saved that weakling’s life with his own.

So, when he lay in his blood and the stupid doctor tried to operate around him, he knew from Trafalgar’s face that he couldn’t save him back.

Kid had sneered at him.

"Don’t tell [Y/n]. She will kill us both for this mess."

Maybe there’s a god above But all I’ve ever learnt from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

And now that fool was dragging him back from hell with his bare hands.

"Trafalgar, you fucker…!" he coughed, the surgeon’s blade still inside him.

"Shut. Up. Eustass-ya."

Law smirked, a rivulet of blood pouring down his lip.

"It’s not… easy… to replace a heart when you have to use your own. So don’t make me –ugh!– lose… focus."

And it’s not a cry that you hear at night

The surgeon blocked Kid’s mechanic hand before it could push him away.

"Fuck you! I don’t want this!" the redhead hissed.

"I don’t care what you want."

"Trafalgar, you bastard, get off me!"

"Damn… stay still!"

Law hurt him, on purpose, and Kid cursed in the blood invading his mouth.

"Leave… me… alone."

"You will live, Eustass-ya."

It’s not somebody who’ve seen the light

"Get the fuck off!"

"You will live, and love [Y/n]-ya, and raise your child."

"Trafalgar, I swear…!"

"And, who knows, maybe find the One Piece. Although I place my bet on Strawhat-ya for that."

"You…"

"I was lucky, you know. I had two dads."

"Stop it."

"I won’t let your baby have none."

"Stop it."

"So you will live, Eustass-ya."

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Finally, the room dissolved.

The Kid Pirates let go of Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. You all ran along the beach.

Hallelujah

Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were lying on the sand, side by side. Both their chests had been opened and closed again.

Hallelujah

"CAPTAIN!"

The three Heart Pirates rushed Law.

You felt empty while approaching Kid’s motionless body.

 Sabo, Nami, Chopper, Jinbe, and a lot of other people were approaching as well.

"Kid…?"

After a time that seemed dilating, Kid’s torso shook and he coughed.

"KID!"

Killer immediately crouched beside him, grabbing his wrist.

"He’s alive! His breath and pulse are both regular!"

You collapsed on your knees as the Kid Pirates yelled in joy.

Hallelujah

"Captain…?"

The whisper made you raise your eyes. The Heart Pirates were curled up around Law’s form. You slowly stood.

"[Y/n]…" Heat called you softly, but you didn’t stop.

Till you could see him.

Trafalgar Law had a peaceful smile on his lifeless face.

Hallelujah

You walked to him, among his weeping nakama.

Your fingers brushed his cheek as your wet lips brushed his forehead.

"Thank you."

And you could almost hear his voice, in your ears.

Eustass-ya, [Y/n]-ya,

Live on.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Epilogue.

A fresh breeze blew through the green branches of the willows on the hill.

"Oh, and you were right captain: Monkey D. Luffy did find the One Piece, in the end."

Penguin smiled, hands in his pocket.

"It was a bit of a mess, but whatever."

The white grave in front of him still had the Nodachi planted on its side, even after all those years.

No one touched it.

 The cheers of the others were audible in the distance.

Penguin scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry for the chaos, I know you don’t like it, but see… the Heart Pirates are babysitting today. I already regret suggesting it, we’re clearly not equipped to handle–"

A small figure rushed between his legs, making him stumble. Before he could grab the kid, that one had already jumped on top of the grave, agitating the small slingshot in the air.

"Tremble, New World!" the child yelled, her spiky hair dancing all around her face "I’m Eustass Doruya, and I’ll be the next King of the Pirates!"

Apart from the usual patches, her signature sadistic grin was plastered on her face.

"Hey!" Penguin yelped "Get down from there!"

"Huh? Why should I listen to you, you miserable weakling?"

The pirate’s jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"Doruya, you’re always such a pain in the ass."

The childish voice reached the two, while a second kid dragged his feet up the hill. When he arrived in front of the grave, he observed it with bored eyes. His hair was far less crazy but the color was bright red.

"Shut up, useless twin! Do you want me to beat you up again?"

He sighed, glancing up at Penguin.

"Can we leave her here? We’ll tell mom and dad she ran off."

"Do that, losers, so my grand adventure will start!" she yelled.

The girl jumped down and ran in the woods.

"W-Wait!" Penguin gasped, but two of his crewmates were already rushing behind her.

"Don’t worry," the boy said "She’ll be fine."

He went back examining the grave with his sharp eyes.

"Is this the man you were talking about, Penguin-ojisan?"

"Hum, yeah…" Penguin’s smile returned to his face "This was my captain, Trafalgar D. Water Law. I thought it was time for you two to meet him, that’s why I brought you here."

"Penguin-san?"

The man turned to the black-haired woman who was walking up the hill.

"Nico Robin?! What are you doing here?"

The woman smiled.

"I was nearby and I decided to pay a visit to an old friend."

"I see."

Her brown eyes moved to the child.

"Hi there."

"Hi."

 Nico Robin had already met the kid in the past, though he was far younger. However, it was not hard to guess who he was. You don’t see that hair color around much.

"And what are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her smile.

"I came to pay my respects."

"Your respects?"

The child nodded, then turned to the grave and bowed.

"Thank you for saving my dad, Trafalgar-san." he said "He gets angry a lot and he’s always bossing people around. You know, since he’s an Emperor and everything. But he’s the best dad ever."

He straightened himself.

"I speak also in Doruya’s behalf. She’s grateful too, she’s just too much like dad to say it out loud."

Some seagulls called each other from the shore.

"My mom is happy, and Killer-ojisan is happy, and everyone is happy thanks to you. So, yeah. Thanks."

The kid turned and started heading back to the beach. Nico Robin noticed Penguin quickly wiping away a tear from his eye.

"Hey, child-san," she called.

The boy stopped and looked at her.

"You know, it’s good custom to introduce yourself when you meet someone," she politely commented.

He curled his lips.

"I guess."

The child flashed her a confident crooked smirk that strongly reminded her of a certain doctor.

"I’m Eustass Law. Nice to meet you."

Fine

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