#one piece ficlet

[hitohitonika]

nami x sanji but lesbian:

Nami rolled her eyes. She had wanted to drink, get absolutely wasted. She deserved to be dumb and lightheaded for a night after all the trouble the men put her through. But of course, Sanji had wanted to accompany her and now she had to babysit him.

Unlike her, Sanji was a lightweight. He was absolutely wasted, his eyes were droppy, and his face was all flushed. She could acknowledge he looked pretty, and if she liked men, she might have made a move. Scratch that. Even if Nami was into men, that would be a bad idea. She would not have been able to get rid of him ever again.

And now she had made herself sad. She missed being with a woman so much. This dry spell was gonna be the end of her. Which is why she wanted to get drunk in the first place.

"Nami," Sanji called for her, dragging her out of her daydreaming, "Do-on't tell aaanybory. Ssppeshially N-nami," he slurred over his words.

She sighted. "Uh huh?" Usually, she would gleefully hear the gossip coming out of a drunk crewmate's mouth, but all she was expecting to hear was Sanji confessing his love for her for the millionth time. He didn't seem to care how many times she's made it clear that she would never be attracted to him.

He rested his forehead against his bottle, "You kno, ssssometimess I-I wishh I wash a w-wo-man."

Well, that was new. Was this a new way of flirting with her? I know you like girls so I wish I was one?

But when he looked up at her, she saw in his eyes that he was waiting for some sort of reaction of approval or disgust or something. Nami raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything, making the effort not to show any emotion on her face to encourage Sanji to keep blabbering.

"Sssometimes I-I fffeel l-like one. Isssn't it weird?" They were on the side of the party, but even here, the distant reflection of the bonfire made it clear Sanji's cheeks were getting wet now.

'Shit,' Nami cursed in her thoughts, 'he's being serious about this.'

"Sanji?" She got close to his face. He never cried. He had never shown her his true emotions, not like this. And she had never realized how pretty Sanji's eyes were, or his lips, now that she was close enough to feel him breathing on her skin.

He groaned, getting away from her. "N-neverrmind, it'sss stupid. I-I'm sstupid." He slumped next to her, leaning his head on her shoulder, his empty bottle rolling from his hand over the ground. "I-I jussst thinkk it would ffeel ssso good t-to be a girrl in Nami's aarms." He whispered against her clothes.

It took a moment for Nami to compose herself. Did Sanji just come out to her? Did she want to kiss Sanji? What the hell had just happened?

Sanji’s snores made her look his way. Her way? The cook was sleeping against her shoulder, mouth open and dripping saliva on her cothes.

Nami should have been disgusted, but she wasn't. Nami should have probably gotten away from Sanji and wait until they were sober to properly talk, but she didn’t. Sanji looked so peaceful... she surprised herself wanting to stay like that.

She moved her arm so she could wrap it around Sanji, pulling the cook closer against her chest. She was effectively cuddling the blonde, and she had to admit it, it was true. Sanji felt good as a girl in her arms.

#trans sanji #one piece #sanji #sanami #namisan #sanji x nami #nami #nami x sanji #fem sanji #one piece fanfic #one piece ficlet

[chromatic-lamina]

Heart Pirates Week 2024: Day 1: Jean Bart: Cursed

No matter what they said, he wasn’t. Jean Bart was not cursed. Even plummeting like this through the dark cold sea, plates of the submarine—once a shelter and shield, now more likely to sever— floating about him, he wasn’t cursed. Even dying in these forlorn waters, hostile to the scattered nineteen men and women sinking in its icy midst, he wasn’t. Just a few hours before he'd blown out the candles on a birthday cake and voiced a wish. One should never voice a birthday wish, but he was lucky. He’d die a free man. He’d served well. His only regret not telling his captain goodbye.

@heart-pirates-week

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#one piece #heart pirates #jean bart one piece #heart pirates week 2024 #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #op fanfic #opfanfic #one piece ficlet #chromalami #chromafics #chromafic #queued #one piece manga spoilers #long post

[hairmetal666]

Read Part One here

cw: implied child abuse

Eddie's coming over for coffee. Not Eddie with Nancy and Robin or Eddie with the kids. Just Eddie.

They haven't been alone in 9 years and now Eddie is coming over for coffee.

They're friends, of course. After Vecna they didn't have much of a choice, but they've never talked about it--that they used to be something.

After Steve kissed Eddie goodbye for what turned out to be the last time, they didn't see each other again for months and months, except for a devastatingly fleeting moment in the Family Video parking lot. And the next time after that, Eddie's pinning him to the wall of a rickety boathouse, a broken bottle to his throat.

What's going through his mind, his body, at that moment is relief. For days, weeks, months, he ached for Eddie's touch again, and even though he was in danger, he relished in the push of their bodies together. Thought, if this is how he dies, he won't mind going.

But they don't talk about it, about them, because Eddie is on the run and Max is going to die, and they have to save the world, so there's no time. In the aftermath, it's the least of their worries, and now it's been almost a decade and Eddie is coming over for coffee.

The thing is, it's not like Steve has been pining away for a love long lost in the intervening years, and neither has Eddie. They've both had longterm, serious relationships; Steve almost got married. But for Steve...Eddie is the one that's lingered, the one that knocks around his ribcage on late sleepless nights, the one that makes him dream of what might have been. Because Steve truly loved his other partners, but Eddie--nobody will ever compare.

Someone is knocking a rhythm at his front door, and he can't stifle his smile even as his heart runs riot in his chest.

"Hey, man," he says, remarkably nonchalant as he takes Eddie in. Still beautiful, still brimming with energy; his smile wide and dimpled, bouncing on his toes.

"Harrington!" Eddie grabs him into a quick side hug, slapping his back. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

Steve chuckles, touching the horn-rimmed frames. "Oh, god, Robin forced me to get them back in '87? Too many concussions." He touches his forehead. "I usually just wear contacts."

"It's a good look," Eddie says. He's very much not looking at Steve, eyes roaming around the Chicago apartment he's been to many times before.

He watches as Eddie spots the display of his own books, index finger slowly slipping across the spines in a way that makes Steve remember when those same fingers would slide down his spine. He stifles a shiver, turns towards the kitchen.

"So, how's New York? How's the book coming?"

"Livin' the dream." It's not flippant, not like how most people mean it. Eddie leaks genuineness, always has. "The book though...it's a little rough."

Steve sets the coffee maker going, brings fresh pastries and a couple plates over to the table. "I can imagine. It doesn't--it doesn't have to be the same, you know?"

"Yeah, if only I hadn't written three other books leading up to the evil mind wizard," Eddie chuckles. He grabs a croissant and tears it in half. "It'll be alright, Harrington. I'll figure it out. I lived through it the first time, after all."

Steve doesn't remind him that he almost didn't, that they almost didn't. Instead, he pours coffee, listens as Eddie talks about how to fictionalize the worst month of their collective lives.

He splashes milk into Eddie's coffee, taps in three scoops of sugar. He carries it to where Eddie waits, still talking about the logistics of Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One in his novel, but his words abruptly stop as his hands wrap around the porcelain.

"Steve?"

It's only then that Steve realizes what he's done--made Eddie's coffee like he took it back then, made it without thinking, totally on muscle memory, when the best of his mornings were spent in Eddie's arms.

His cheeks glow crimson and he grips at the back of his neck. "S-sorry." He says. "It--is this still how you take it?"

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes fall from Steve's face, his own cheeks pink. "It's--yeah. Still the same."

"I'm sorry--"

"--Steve, I--"

They don't laugh. They both stop speaking and look at each other, faces still red. Steve thinks there's nothing for it but to get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I never came back. I'm sorry I didn't explain why. I'm just--really, really sorry."

Eddie's eyes are hooked on the table top, fingers twisting and twisting his coffee mug. "Can I--why? I waited and you--why?"

Steve swallows, but it gets stuck in his throat, and now he's the one who can't look up from his hands.

"My parents got home early," he manages. "My dad, he was waiting for me. I guess one of the neighbors thought it best to tell them who I'd been spending my time with."

Silence falls over the table, and he chances a look up at the man across from him, the one whose knuckles bite into his lips, whose eyes shine with unshed tears.

"You should've called me. You should've--you could've stayed with us. We would've kept you safe."

"Eddie, I couldn't. I physically couldn't," the admission costs him so much.

"Steve," Eddie chokes on his name, voice nothing but anguish. "Did anyone--You could've--you were all alone."

He shakes his head. "Robin knew. She snuck through my window to take care of me, but my parents--I couldn't--" This time the words really won't come. "We made a plan. We started that job at Family Video, and we saved up our money."

Now, Eddie's face is creased with grief. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

Steve shakes his head, smiles despite the wreckage around his heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I left you with no explanation. I broke your heart. And--and--" He thinks, what does it hurt to say it at this point. "I love you. I love you so much. I convinced myself you were better off without me, that we could have a clean break and you could get over me."

Eddie's hands cover his face, muffle the sob that slips out. "Get over you?" He whispers. "There's never been one like you, sweetheart."

He slides around the table to kneel at Eddie's side. "Hey." Deep brown eyes stare back at him, Eddie's face wet with tears. "It's always you, Ed. Always. I didn't want to say anything, if you had moved on, but--"

There's not really any transition from them talking to them kissing; Steve slips into it like he did all those years ago, when he first asked for Eddie's kiss. Their mouths slot together, their bodies fit like they always used to, perfect puzzle pieces. Steve's knees give out at the first brush of Eddie's tongue, and they collapse into a heap on the kitchen floor. Even then, they don't part.

Eventually, Steve does break the embrace, face flushed and hair a disaster, glasses hanging off one ear. "Okay, trying to be responsible here. Should we take a pause, go on a date first? Slow down?"

"Nine years isn't slow enough?" Eddie's pupils are blown, hair frizzed around his head.

"When you put it that way," Steve can't help but laugh. "I just want to do right by you, Eddie. Make up for--everything."

Eddie grins down at him, that sunshine beam smile where his dimples pop. "Tell you what, how bout you take me to bed now, and I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow?"

"Oh, you'll let me?" Steve rakes a hand through Eddie's mane of hair. "I don't think you'll have any choice."

"You sure about that, Stevie?" Their lips are so close, the brush with every word.

"Uh-huh," Steve's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Eddie Munson. "Never letting you go again, Ed."

Surprise! Part 2! I genuinely had no intention on doing a follow-up, but so many of you asked so nicely that it gave me this idea. Sorry if I miss anyone in the tag list and thank you for reading! @everywherenothere @tiny-enthusiast @emma-elsa-0000 @fuzzyduxk @moonythepluviophile @anaibis @rhapsodyinalto @bunk12bear @tillystealeaves @velocitytimes2 @s-trawberryv-eins @marklee-blackmore @ignoremyworld @its-a-me-a-morgan @goodolefashionedloverboi @starman-jpg @djohawke @adaydreamaway08

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #getting back together #mutual pining #fluff #ficlet #part 2 #time jump #a tiny bit of angst #here's the happy ending #implied child abuse #part one was august i guess part two is the one #we were something don't you think so #and if my wishes came true it would've been you #jk eddie is the one #they're in love your honor #steve's parents are pieces of shit

[mokadevs]

guy who has done some terrible things

#pokemon volo #volo pokemon #pla #volo #pla volo #pokemon wielder volo #pla spoilers #kiki draws #sorry i havent been drawing as much lately we're on the gamedev grind #im also slowly working on a free volozine thats just gonna be like #a variety of doodles and headcanons and ficlets about volo ^_^ #insanely self indulgent probably pretty messy but #ive always wanted to try making a solo zine... so we'll see how this one goes ! yay ! #i like doing doodle sheets but i. really should draw more full pieces again #sorry femslashfeb #IM ONE PIECE SHORT

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 29: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy @forgottenkanji

Eddie knew a lot of things about Steve. He knew he loved peonies more than roses and listened to folk music when he cooked. He knew he loved sledding in the winter and lake days in the summer. He knew every step of his hair care routine and loved head scratches the most. Above all he knew Steve loved Valentine's Day.

He remembered how Steve would always make sure every girl got at least one rose delivered to them in home room and loved decorating his locker. Always wrote his classmates cards to fill their love boxes and made sure the kids got plenty of chocolate. Watched some special girl get taken on a perfect date each year, wishing for a world it could be him.

He remembers there being no dates last year, Steve looking as forlorn as him. He would find out a couple months later it's because the golden boy had been harbouring an equally massive crush and they promptly got together.

Now this year he vowed to go all out for his sweet boyfriend and give him the Valentine's Day he deserved.

"Eddie you hate Valentine's Day."

"You said it was capitalist bullshit."

"You literally burnt a bouquet once."

Eddie glared at the other Hellfire boys, he'd asked them to the diner to help him plan the best day ever not be attacked.

"That was the old Eddie, a sad gay little teenager, adult Eddie has the prettiest boy in the world to please."

Jeff was looking at him fondly while Grant rolled his eyes and Gareth gagged.

"EW don't call my cousin pretty!"

"We literally perform a song where I do just that."

"GOLDEN GODDESS IS ABOUT STEVE!"

"Hush, Garebear, we have plans to make."

The plan began simple, Robin was to take Steve out for breakfast, well, Steve take her out after she begs. Convincing Robin of the plan was easy since she loves Steve and free food as much as Eddie.

Then, while the boys set up the final surprise, Eddie would meet up with Steve at the arcade with the kids.

"Can't wait til we're home and alone, Eds, nice to have someone on Valentine's Day again."

"Just you wait, sweetheart."

Max would then radio Steve asking him to drive her to the movies for her date (although she was refusing to call it that again) with Lucas. She was also easy to convince, liking free rides.

Eddie would quickly change and rush to Steve's apartment to make dinner, he'd told Max to delay getting ready til Steve got there to stall him. He figured he'd have just enough time before-

Eddie was only halfway through making dinner before he heard the keys in the lock. No, Steve was home early, the candles weren't even lit yet!

"Eddie?"

He felt caught and dejected, all his plans falling through his fingers.

Steve glanced around the apartment, rose petals and unlit candles and the dining table set for two with a bouquet of peonies in a vase. Steve's favourite, spaghetti bubbling away behind Eddie.

"Eds, did you do all this for me?"

There's a certain awe in his voice as he asks. Eddie turns, turning down the heat on the pot and steps towards Steve. He takes his boy's hands gazing at him softly, "Of course, sweetheart, you love Valentine's Day. You're always so busy making it special for everyone else, and you missed last year, I wanted you to get wooed for once."

Steve's eyes are a little misty but he's smiling so Eddie knows he's not upset, "You got home early tho, baby, I haven't even lit the candles or turned on the music," Eddie explained biting his lip softly.

"I'm guessing Max was meant to keep me busy? You didn't tell Sinclair and his mom picked her up," Steve laughed.

"Shit, I knew I forgot something."

Steve kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed, think that'll be enough time for you?"

"Knowing you'll take forever with your hair, yeah I'll be ready, angel."

Steve flicked him playfully, "Oi, you love my hair."

Eddie yelped but smiled coyly, "Love messing it up too," he said winking.

Steve blushed and went to his bedroom to change. Eddie quickly finished the food, turned on the radio and lit the candles hoping it all set a romantic mood. Like clockwork he plated the food just as Steve returned to the room.

"Smells delicious, baby, you made my favourite!"

Eddie helped him into his chair, playing up the gentlemen's act, "Anything for you, sunshine." He poured them wine and laughed together as Eddie explained the whole plan, including Gareth's protest which Steve's giggled at. They were now cuddled on the couch, not really watching the movie, more just looking at each other occasionally trading soft kisses.

"Thank you for today, Eds, it really means a lot."

"I want to make every day special for you, Stevie."

"I wanted to ask you something, was going to ask on our anniversary but no-one has ever seen me the way you do."

"You know you can ask me anything, love."

Steve took Eddie's hand, glancing down and playing with his rings, a habit Eddie knew he did when he was nervous, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?"

A smile quickly crept across Eddie's face, thought about getting to come home everyday to Steve and wake up every morning to him. Thought about how home had become the boy sitting across from him, wherever he went Eddie always wanted to follow.

"I'd love to move in with you, Stevie."

Neither boy would ever have to spend another day, Valentine's or not, not feeling completely and utterly loved ever again.

#had to end love month with a big fluff piece #ty sandy for running this awesome event #cant wait for the next month challenge #might even be doing one of my own 👀 #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #fluff #valentines day #end of love month means end of summer for me here in aus

[skribblezcorner]

Zosan haircut time!!!!

had to write this after getting the idea from my last post lmao. I love the idea of Sanji being like "ugh you look fucking terrible" and then forcing Zoro to take care of himself. they're so stupid and gay and in love omg. beginning part is mostly Zoro and Nami but that's ok because they're wlw/mlm solidarity always!!!!

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More than anything, Zoro loves sunbathing on the Sunny's deck. Something about the warm light makes him want to melt into the wood. However, Zoro finds it very hard to enjoy the sun when it is boiling outside, and he swears he can hear his sweat sizzle when it meets the wooden flooring.

"We're going through a summer climate, just wait it out." Nami sips on her martini, laid out on a lounge chair and taking cover under an umbrella.

"Easy for you to say, you witch. You stole all the shade." While Nami's basking in the shadow of her parasol, Zoro's sprawled out on deck, sweating his fucking balls off. His whole body is damp, and he's stripped down into just a pair of loose shorts to cool off.

"Go hang out with your boyfriend in the kitchen," She says.

"He's not my boyfriend. I fucking hate you."

"The feeling's mutual, you sweaty loser."

Zoro groans, peeling himself off of the floor to sit up and comb his fingers through his shaggy hair. It's too long to stay out of the way, and it's uncomfortably wet where it sticks to his forehead. Zoro would tie it back, but it's too short for that. In short, he is suffering.

"I'm gonna die from heatstroke because of you," Zoro shakes the excess moisture from his hands.

Nami scoffs. "Stop whining, hop in the sea or something."

Zoro briefly considers this, but decides that's more effort than it's worth and tries to take a nap instead.

Zoro hears someone stroll out of the galley, and cracks his eye open to see Sanji balancing a tray of smoothies in one hand with a beach towel in the other. He's dressed down, an open Hawaiian shirt and blue shorts replacing his usual suit.

"Hello, my darling, Nami-san! I've just prepared smoothies. Would you like one?"

"Yes, Sanji-- thank you so much," She says smugly, while looking directly at Zoro. "You're a saint, You know that?"

He watches the cook hand Nami a drink from the tray, and Sanji's eyes follow her gaze to the floor where he's lying. "Oh my god, marimo. you look like -excuse my language, Nami-san- a fucking caveman."

"What are you talking about?" Zoro would pick a fight, but it's way too hot to bother.

The blonde cringes. "Your hair looks like someone ate it and then spat it back out onto your head."

"Okay, well, fuck you too then!" God, everyone's out for him today. What has Zoro ever done to deserve this?

"Ugh. Stand up, you dunce." Sanji nudges Zoro's head with a sandaled foot. "You need a haircut."

"I can give myself a haircut." Zoro nods in the direction of his swords, trying to move as little as possible.

"Are you insa- no! I'm cutting your hair, properly. Now get up."

"I don't wanna."

"I swear to god," Sanji sighs. "My dearest Nami, do you mind holding this for a bit?"

Nami peers at the two of them through her oversized sunglasses, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the tray from Sanji's hands. "No problem."

Zoro doesn't have time to get a word in before Sanji reaches for his ear and bodily drags him all the way to the bathroom.

----- "I don't understand how you let it get this bad," The blonde lectures.

Zoro grumbles as he slouches on a stool in front of the bathroom sink, glaring at his own reflection. Sanji was partially right with his comment earlier - Zoro's hair is a damp, scraggly mess on top of his head right now. From where he is, Zoro can see the cook as he lines up all his fancy hair-cutting stuff, whispering insults under his breath. He looks kind of...domestic, out of his suit. It's the one thing Zoro appreciates whenever the Sunny passes through climates like this. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to fix this mess, and you are going to stay still," Sanji asserts as he slides into place behind Zoro. "as in, do not move."

"I know what 'stay still' means."

"Surprising. I thought you only spoke in grunts."

They both fall silent, Sanji draping a towel over Zoro's shoulders and clicking a button on the clippers in his hand. Gentle fingers push Zoro's head forward to access the strands at the nape of his neck. The whirring of the machinery and Sanji's hums every now and then are the only sounds in the cramped bathroom, and Zoro almost falls asleep to the feeling of the blond's hands in his hair.

"Hey." Sanji delivers two sharp taps to the back of Zoro's head. "Stop slouching, you're making it uneven."

"I'm so hot."

"I'm sure you are, you meathead. sit up."

Zoro begrudgingly straightens his back, getting a better view of the cook's freckled face reflected in the mirror. He always gets freckles when it's sunny out. They look like little constellations, scattered across his cheeks like that. Zoro wants to touch them so badly.

A few minutes pass, and Sanji moves to the front of his hair, taking a black comb from the counter to parse through the mess draping over Zoro's forehead. His face is scrunched in concentration, a crease between his eyebrows visible as he snips away with a pair of silver scissors. Zoro just...watches, staring intently into the other man's eyes. He's not sure if he's delirious from the heat, but is the cook's face turning red?

Sanji pauses his ministrations to frown at him. "Stop fucking looking at me. It's creepy."

"Sorry, sir." That earns him a snort and another smack to the side of his head. Zoro closes his eye (reluctantly. very reluctantly).

It feels like forever before Sanji finishes up his hair, ruffling it slightly before commanding Zoro to open his eyes.

The haircut is cropped close to his neck in the back, his overgrown sideburns shaped to follow his hairline. His hair is still a bit long on top, but it doesn't fall over his face.

Zoro's reflection looks better; neat, almost. He actually really likes it.

"It's okay, I guess." Zoro's lying through his teeth. It's fantastic, anything Sanji ever does is fantastic.

Sanji looks at him through the mirror. "Hm. Handsome little marimo." He nods in self-approval before packing up all his stuff, whisking the towel from around Zoro's shoulders to take to the laundry room.

Zoro sits there, bewildered, watching the other man maneuver around the tiny space unbothered- what?

He turns to look at Sanji as the blonde saunters out of the bathroom, definitely already busying himself with something else.

When Zoro turns back to his reflection, he doesn't fight the tiny smile that crosses his face. Sanji thinks he's Handsome.

The smile's gone just as quick as it came, replaced with a scowl as he hears a female voice giggling through the wall to his right.

"Nami, I'm going to murder you."

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Nami was eavesdropping the entire time lmfao.

Nami, to Zoro: wow so handsome!! such a handsome wittle marimo arent you so wittle?? ooga booga doo!!!

Zoro: i am not above killing lesbians. Anyway BRAND NEW HC that Sanji gets freckles when he's in the sun he's such a cutie patootie i love him.

Pre-slash Zosan domesticity fuels my soul <33333

ALSOO!!! opening up asks cuz im running out of ideas :P if you ask me for something I'll probably write it thanks

#one piece #zosan #stupid gay people #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan brainrot #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #platonic zonami CANON #wlw/mlm solidarity #does this even count as a ficlet anymore #my posts are getting progressively longer with each one i write #its 4am #i haven't slept in 72 hours

[beaulesbian]

i need to be more insane about zolu.

they know no bounds to how loyal and trusting they are to each other. luffy heard there was a feral demon pirate hunter back in shells town in prison, and he wanted to see for himself if he would be a good guy for his crew! and after finding that yes, he was - literally eating from his hand, more dirt than the riceballs - he decided he needed him on his crew. and zoro agreed because that stretchy guy brought him back his swords and gave him back the purpose and freedom to chase after his dream. from day 1 they saw eye to eye what was important to them.

it didn't matter to zoro that he was luffy's first crewmember, because he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long, after seeing what he was capable of and how sure of reaching his dream he was. zoro was the first one instantly convinced he was in the presence of the future pirate king. drifting on their small boat, just the two of them, hungry and without a braincell with navigational skills between them.

when luffy was in the cage that buggy trapped him in, he said to zoro to run but only with one look between them zoro read that as 'fire the canon', so he did, and nami just looked between them like 'are they insane?' (yes, they are), and then zoro proceeded to pick up the cage with luffy while bleeding out and got him to safety.

in alabasta they were rushing to escape before they drowned and luffy still asked him to save smoker, and zoro wouldn't otherwise do that, but he trusted luffy to know what was he thinking. and when he didn't know what he was thinking (like whiskey peak) they fought but they were on the same strength level, and in the end it sorted itself out.

zoro didn't mind to listen to luffy when he ordered not to fight back (on jaya), but called him out when the situation needed it - when he needed to sit down and listen to his words and respect their crew to their full potential (enies lobby), and luffy did.

traveling from water 7, luffy knew he could call on zoro to cut that train ahead of them, because he always knew to trust in zoro's skills. ever since skypiea - even if their enemy was too strong for zoro - he still tried. so luffy trusted him again and again, to leave some battles just for him. like the dragon on punk hazard, like pica in dressrosa.

yes, zoro could be a captain of his own crew, as many people who encounter the strawhats always seem to think, but he wouldn't even be a pirate in the first place if it wasn't for luffy, and wouldn't be on any other crew, for that matter.

so it was a no brainer for what he did at thriller bark. it was necessary because he wouldn't be able to follow his dream - to become the world's greatest swordsman as he promised both to kuina and luffy - without his captain. that future would be meaningless. he made a promise, so he took his pain, but instead of dying from that burden - he lived. he lived with it and got stronger thanks to it.

when luffy was going through the worst moments of his life, he knew that back on sabaody in two years, his crew and zoro would be waiting for him to come back to them. they needed him just as much as he needed them.

some time later, when they needed to part for short while, luffy would rest easily without worrying about his crew because they'd be with zoro, and he would see them all soon again!

and be it by luck or fate or destiny, it was zoro whom luffy found first of the strawhats in wano, and he could only leap through the air to give zoro the biggest hug, happy to see him again, with zoro grinning back at him.

#uhh idk what this is supposed to be. a ficlet or my favorite zolu moments? both. probably both #zolu #one piece #mine #my ramblings #theyre just so !! soulmatey. brilliant. insane #long post #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #luzo #gif:zolu #gif:op other #gif:writing

[goddessofroyalty]

So this was based on a silly joke I have in my head about hormonal birth control not working for omega!Sanji for (spoilers) reasons and him and Zoro then ending up with 3 kids on the pirate journey because they keep breaking condoms.

Anyway this is just them finally making it back to the Baratie and having to face up to Zeff about it (from Zeff’s POV)

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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Zeff will admit he is slightly surprised at the swell in Sanji’s stomach when he showed up again as part of what seems to be the new Pirate King and crew’s Victory Tour.

It’s not that Eggplant had given him no indication of it – he had been getting more and more jittery every damn time he’d gotten in touch as the Strawhats made their various stops before reaching the Baratie. Saying how some things had happened during his travels and that he’d needed to talk to Zeff about them in person. But Zeff had assumed it was to do with his damnable family. Not that his woman-obsessed omega son had gone and got himself knocked up. By an alpha, going by the new layer of scent clinging on top of the one he remembers to be Sanji’s.

And, because wonder’s don’t fucking cease, they’ve only just gotten through their tearful hug when a little green-haired girl comes running over. Clinging to Eggplants leg and staring up at Zeff with curious, familiar, blue eyes.

“I thought you were staying on the ship Princess?” Eggplant says, brushing a hand through her hair. And Zeff is equally sure that actually Sanji told her to stay on the ship as he is that his boy was as much a pushover to his daughter as he had been any woman who had stepped foot into the Baratie before he left.

“You know she wasn’t gonna’ as soon as she found out this was your old home.” And there was the newly minted World’s Greatest Swordsman and apparently sire to Zeff’s grandkids walking in like it had been his home as well and not the place he had gotten nearly cut in half by the former owner of the title.

And, fucks sake, there was another little one resting on his hips as he does it with that same matching green hair.

“I do remember teaching you about the importance of making them wrap it,” Zeff grumbles, because going by the age of the older one the two it hadn’t been all that long after Sanji left that he had gotten himself knocked up. “I know you said you weren’t planning on getting with any alphas but I know you were still listening.”

Eggplant goes red at it before glaring at Roronoa who gives a grin back that is entirely too filthy and leaves Zeff sure that he doesn’t actually want to know.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Zeff asks more to move the topic away from his kid’s sex life before he finds out more about it than he wants to.

They had been exchanging letters and calls on and off the whole time and never once had Eggplant mentioned that he was going to be or had become a granddad in any of them.

“I did try to but I couldn’t say anything too direct in case it got intercepted,” Sanji explains, resting a protective hand over his middle while the other curls around the girl at his side.

It makes some degree of sense. Best way to keep the two, soon to be three, pups from being a target is to have nobody know they exist in the first place.

Maybe Zeff should have guessed something like this was up when Sanji had asked him how he had dealt with the stress of raising a kid in the dangerous world they lived in. But he had just assumed his boy had finally matured enough to realize how much of an antagonistic dumbass he had been at times.

“I did want to tell you though,” Sanji continues, his voice guilty.  

Roronoa has moved close to his mate’s side, not touching though. Which is probably what Sanji actually wants – always had been a bit funny about any too direct an offer of comfort. Something Zeff’s probably as much to blame for as anything else in his life.

“You have no idea how many times I nearly did.”

“Probably for the best you didn’t,” Zeff says because he can’t have his kid feeling guilty for doing the smart thing. “I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep away if you did.”

Neither he nor his ship these days are made for the journey to the Grand Line. And it wouldn’t have been good for Sanji or the rest of the crew of his to have an old pirate getting underfoot while they were making names for themselves on history’s pages.

“Hell, I’m gonna’ struggle letting you sail off with my grandkids with you now. You better come visit more than you have been!” He doesn’t actually hold it against them and damn well know the reason why this is the first time he’s seen them since Sanji left to join a pirate crew. But he still missed years of his grandkids lives as a result and they had better make up for it.

#zosan #One Piece #One Piece mpreg #mpreg #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan #op zosan #One Piece omegaverse #omegaverse #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #red leg zeff #I accidently a ficlet

[short-honey-badger]

Phantom Pain part 3

Misunderstanding

I'm still not over this AU so have a little more. Pretty heavy angst here and some drinking just for a warning. misunderstandings and Fluff near the end. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Time passes, and you learn to live like a pirate. Not that you'd been far from being one before, but Shanks expected you to work just like the rest of the crew. Which was just fine with you. There were plenty of things to do aboard the ship, and it gave you plenty of excuses to escape your soulmate when he wore your patience thin.

The night you met Shanks, the man had dubbed you a part of his crew, and you got to know your fellow crewmates. Beckmann had even given you a hearty pat on the back that had nearly sent you to the floor and welcomed you aboard. He firmly believed that you would be the key to curing his Captain's occasional melancholy moods.

Shanks couldn't get enough of you now that you lived on board the ship with him. He would come and find you still in bed asleep most mornings and pull you into a hug, kissing your hair and breathing you in as if to reassure himself that you were still there. His actions never failed to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

On the occasion when you were busy in the morning and Shanks didn't find you in your room, you would feel a spike of panic, and then he would track you down and hold you for twice as long as his usual morning greetings. You assumed that it came from some fear of you running away, and you wouldn't realize how right you were until your soul mate didn't come and find you this morning.

In your month and a half here on the ship, Shanks never failed to come and find you, so why hadn't he today? Poking your bond didn't help since the redhead had shut his side down, leaving you poking at a wall with a frown. You can count on one hand the number of times Shanks had closed off his end, so you were immediately concerned.

You stand from where you'd been dozing in the late afternoon sun. You feel bad for not finding your Captain sooner, but you hadn't slept very well last night, and Yasopp had pulled you aside for shooting practice after you'd finished with your daily chores. So it wasn't like you've had too much time today.

You find Benn not much further away from your napping spot, "Where is Shanks?" you ask him, and Benn lets you know that Shanks hasn't left his room since this morning. You nod and bid him goodbye, thankful for his help.

You don't bother knocking when you find his room, instead simply barging in and shutting the door behind you. The room is dark and you have to stop and let your eyes adjust before you can step further into the room, and your heart aches at the sight that greets you.

Shanks sits slumped in a chair, head bowed, and an almost empty bottle of rum tilting dangerously in his lap. You sigh and go to his side, nose wrinkling when you smell him. Jeez. He must have been drinking since he woke up this morning. You take the bottle and set it aside, jumping when his hand snaps out and grabs your wrist.

"M not done with that," Shanks slurs and looks at you with droopy eyes. He stares at you for a long time, and your presence must be enough to distract him that he opens his side of the bond and you get a flash of the negative storm of emotions that's going on in his head. You fight back a wince when your right arm aches fiercely.

"You are now," You tell him and break his grip to set the bottle away and out of his reach, "How long have you been drinking?"

Your answer is a slow shrug and you watch his head lull to the side, eyes blinking slowly. You huff and turn away. He definitely needs food and water to start the process of sobering him up. Your stomach turns as you think about all that bad your soulmate had locked away. You don't understand why he'd decided to drink himself into oblivion, but you get your answer in his next words.

"Why haven't you left me yet?" Shanks asks and you hear the wobble in his voice and the tears in his eyes as they meet your own, "You don't wanna be here. I feel your desire to be free. To be free of me," he sobs the last word and his head drops, lone hand clutching his face as his shoulders shake in his weeping.

You stare at him, lost for words as your heart breaks. You stumble to his side, right arm fucking throbbing when the wall breaks, and you feel everything that has been building up over the day. Tears fill your eyes and you fall into the redhead, hands curling into his hair and yanking him down and into your chest. You bury your face in his hair and let him cry. His left arm curls around your waist and holds you close as if on instinct.

How could this stunning man ever think that you wanted to be free of him? Red-Haired Shanks has been patient, surprisingly giving you the time you needed to come around to being in a relationship with him after all your years of running. You had no reason to leave, to run away from your soul mate, and it broke you to see such a happy, joyful man succumb to his darkest thoughts. How long had he been hiding this from you?

A sudden realization caused you to stall. You pulled away enough to stare down at him, "Shanks," You say, trying to grab his attention.

No, No. Why was she pulling away? Wait-my name? His vision is swimmy, but he can still make out your beautiful features. A whine breaks out of his throat as he stares at you, arm clutching tight around your waist," I don't deserve you," he says, voice rough from crying and drinking, "But I can't let you go."

He sees your lips move, but he can't hear you. Everything is sideways and Shanks knows that he has drank too much, that you will probably be upset with him over it. And shit. That thought brings in a new fresh wave of tears that threaten to spill over.

"Shanks," You say a little louder this time and his arm tightens again, causing you to grunt at the sudden death grip. Well. since he wasn't listening, you would have to try something a little more hands-on.

Shanks is so far in his own head that he doesn't notice you say his name or the way your grip on his hair changes. He doesn't feel you steady his head or you lean in until your lips are sealing over his in a kiss. It's a simple press of the lips, just a sweet push and pull, and full of inexperience. But to Shanks? It is the greatest thing in the world.

The captain groans, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, tongue peeking out to stroke against your lip for just a second before you pull away. You rest your brow against his, one hand leaving his shaggy hair to rest on his cheek and stroke the three scars going down his face, "You listening to me now, Shanks?" you ask him, breathing lost to you even after such a soft kiss.

Shanks stares, and finally, his bearings seem to have straightened when he nods, "Yeah, I'm listening," he grunts and squeezes his eyes shut to righten his swimmy vision, and when he opens them, it is to You, sitting on his lap with one hand in his sweaty hair and the other touching the scars on his face.

You search his face, swallowing as nerves suddenly swarm you, "I think... that there has been a misunderstanding here," You begin and pet his hair away from his face.

Shanks furrows his brow at you, confused, and that's when he feels it. Shame and embarrassment on your side on the bond. It has him frowning and opening his mouth to reassure you, but you beat him to it.

"I don't want to leave you. I want to stay here, with you, Shanks," You say and he watches your cheeks heat up, but you plow ahead, "And I am so, so sorry for making you think I want to run away and leave, but Shanks," your hand leaves his hair so that you can cup his face and stare down at him with all the seriousness in the world, "Sometimes you can be a little overbearing, and I need my space."

Relief suddenly floods the bond and Shanks yanks you down and into a hug. Space? he could do space. All this time he had though that you had wanted to leave him, hop on the closest ship, and sail as far away from him as you could. The redhead sniffles a little and pulls away so that you aren't suffocating in his shift anymore. He blushes when he sees your face and his own embarrassment tangles with yours, "'M sorry, Baby. Guess I overreacted, huh?"

You surprise him by shaking your head and giving Shanks, your wonderful, stupid, soul mate a smile so bright he could live without the sun. You lean in and kiss him again, just a peck on the lips that leaves him wanting more, "It's okay to be upset. Let's talk next time. There was an article in the paper that said communication was key to a healthy relationship." you rattle off and Shanks didn't know if he could love you any less at that moment.

That realization makes him pause, but for once, Shanks keeps his big mouth shut and leans in to kiss his soul mate. The two of them had a lot of learning to do it seemed.

#fanfic #reader insert #one piece #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #angst #fluff #kissing #misunderstandings #ficlet #soulmate au #opla shanks #phantom pain

[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Relax Characters featured: Zoro (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: anon [a/n]: Zoro is my most requested character for this collection. Despite being open for 7+ fandoms at the time and only having 40 requests done by followers, 4 of them are Zoro. So I was surprised to see I hadn't written any of them yet. Here is number one, which again is longer than intended, oopsie. Enjoy!

There was SO MUCH to do. You weren’t really sure how you managed to get yourself a to-do list with an almost uncountable amount of items on it, but there you were and you were feeling yourself lose control slightly. Usually you were better at managing your lists, but it seemed like the Sunny was on imagined fire, and you were the only one running back and forth to fix it. 

No one seemed to be experiencing the same urgency as you were, but they definitely were noticing it. Sanji had made you some extra snacks, Robin had offered to read with you for a bit as a break, and Chopper had reminded you that you definitely needed some sleep, because the way things were going, you were slowly losing more and more hours, with no way to catch up on them. 

It all came to a halt when you were in the midst of checking something in storage, and you were forcefully picked up by the waist and slung over someone’s shoulder. You let out a yell in surprise, quieting quickly when you recognized it was Zoro who had picked you up. 

“Zoro, let me go!” You smacked him on the back, feeling nothing but hard muscle in return, he didn’t even flinch. Your slaps probably more akin to a massage than anything else. “Y/n. It’s been three days of you stressing for no reason. We still have more than a week before we even reach the next island. You need rest. Now.” 

It was not a question, it was fact. Zoro very rarely interrupted your rituals and routines, the fact that you functioned well independently from each other was one of the strengths of your relationship. Him interfering was a surefire sign that you had been truly overdoing it, and you knew the minute he had picked you up, you had already lost the fight. 

You were plopped down unceremoniously in a hammock, and pleasantly surprised to notice the green-haired swordsman was about to follow you in there. You didn’t even get time to protest, before you could even open your mouth, your head was already pulled close to him, the way you always loved to fall asleep, head on his chest. 

Your muscles relaxed instinctively, and just his slow heartbeat was enough a lullaby for you to feel sleep taking over, your brain finally unwinding. Zoro was asleep before you though, and you smiled, wondering if he even realized just how much of an effect he had on you. You pressed a soft kiss to his chest and fell asleep.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #reader insert #2ND person POV #gn reader #ficlet #drabble #short #summer writing #event writing #queue

[luxeberries]

now on ao3

One day, in mid August of ‘85, Dustin shows up at Steve’s front door, completely unannounced. It’s the middle of the night and Steve has half the mind to reprimand Dustin about curfew and biking alone in the dark. But when his vision finally focuses on Dustin’s expression, Steve sees panic in his eyes; fear. At first, his heart plummets and he thinks not again, not so soon. But then Dustin says-

“I killed that guy. Didn’t I?”

And every other thought in Steve’s mind crumbles like ash. 

“The Russian,” Dustin clarifies in Steve’s silence. “The doctor.” 

Steve remembers. 

Bald, round glasses. 

Stale coffee breath. 

Pliers pulling his nail. 

He can’t speak, throat closing up. 

Dustin keeps talking, rambling like Robin does when she’s panicked. “They used those cattle prods to stun demogorgons, Steve. Do you have any idea how many volts that thing held? He- He fell, like-”

“Dustin,” Steve says - rasps it out because his throat is dry but he needs to stop Dustin’s spiral. 

Rendered silent, Dustin looks up at Steve with wide, glistening eyes. He’s expecting an answer, but Steve doesn’t have one. He can’t think beyond the sight of Dustin standing before him in a matching pajama set and untied shoes, like he didn’t have the time or mind to fasten them up because he was in too much of a rush to come here. To seek out Steve, in the middle of the night. Steve, who should be able to help because that’s his job; he’s the protector, the older brother Dustin can come to for comfort. 

Except that Steve was woken with a start just five minutes ago when Dustin started pounding on his front door and he thought it was the Russians coming back for him, his mind still half lost to the nightmare he was having; all blood and bone saws and Robin’s screams. Part of him is itching to call her, like maybe she somehow died back there and Steve has been imagining her this whole time and he just needs to hear her mom answer the phone and say, ‘Yeah, she’s right here, honey’. 

But he remembers Dustin charging in, remembers watching him strike the doctor right in the chest and how he fell to the ground, limp, and didn’t get back up. Knows that everyone is safe, no matter what his brain tries to tell him. Robin and Erica are sleeping in their beds, and Dustin is standing on his front door step, bike discarded on the ground next to the Bimmer. 

Steve takes a deep breath and says, “Get in here.” 

He ushers Dustin in with a hand on the back of his neck, locking the door behind them, and heads to the living room. Dustin just keeps looking at him, like Steve has all the answers. Like Steve can make it all better. Can say the voltage wouldn’t have killed him, as if the possibility that he’s still out there wouldn’t send himself into a panic attack. 

“Steve,” Dustin says, and it sounds like a plea; the way his voice lisps, wet and small. 

He’s only thirteen.

“I killed a person,” Dustin says. 

And Steve gets it, sort of. It doesn’t matter that the person Dustin killed was evil and cruel, just like it didn’t matter that Billy Hargrove was about to kill Lucas when Steve stepped in between them. He still didn’t want to hurt someone. Each punch felt like too much, like if he punched any harder, he’d do some serious damage. And Billy would have deserved it - as horrible as it feels to think that after his sacrifice - but Steve didn’t want to be the one to do it. That’s not who he is. He’s a protector, not a fighter. Not a killer. That breaks something in a person, as is made clear by the crack in Dustin’s voice. It took something from him. The little bit of innocence Dustin had left. 

“Yeah,” Steve says, quiet and almost apologetic. “You did.” 

Dustin’s face falls, as if he really did want Steve to say otherwise. But avoiding the truth won’t help anything. 

“But- But you saved me, okay?” he says, like he’s asking if that truth is enough.

Dustin’s eyes flash with something Steve can’t identify. 

“Me and Robin,” Steve continues. “You saved us. If you hadn’t done what you did- What you had to do…”

His nightmares have answered that hypothetical too well. 

He shakes it off, puts his hand on Dustin’s shoulder instead.

“You saved us. You did good, Dustin. Okay? That’s what’s important here.” 

Dustin's face crumples and before Steve can blink, he’s got an armful of the kid. He’s still bruised, ribs only just recovering from the break, and it hurts. But he wraps Dustin up in his arms and lets him cry into his shoulder, wetting the thin fabric through. 

"Hey, it's okay," Steve soothes, voice low. "You're okay. I've got you, buddy."

He’s not coddling him or trying to get him to stop crying- he just talks so Dustin knows he’s there. Tells him how grateful he is for Dustin taking care of him and Robin when they were messed up, for being so brave when he busted into that room. He talks until Dustin is quiet against him, left with his arms wrapped around Steve’s waist and his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder. He doesn’t move for a while, but Steve doesn’t mind - just rubs his back and rests his cheek against his curls. 

“Your mom know you’re here?” he asks softly. 

Dustin shakes his head. 

“You wanna stay here tonight?” 

Dustin nods. 

Steve checks his watch over Dustin’s shoulder. It’s almost midnight. He sighs. 

“Remind me to send her flowers or something as an apology for waking her up right now,” Steve says, light-hearted, trying to make Dustin laugh.

But Dustin just sniffles, guilty. “Sorry.”

“Hey, no. It’s fine. Take your shoes off and head on upstairs, yeah? I’ll call your mom and tell her you’re with me.” 

Dustin pulls back, wipes his wet nose with his sleeve and Steve tries not to cringe. 

“Thanks, Steve.”

It’s not entirely selfless, calling Dustin’s mom. If he calls Mrs Henderson, he can call Robin right after without Dustin knowing. He has a feeling she’ll be awake at this time too anyway. He thinks he might call the Sinclairs as well, wants to make sure Erica is okay. 

And as long as Dustin stays the night, Steve knows that at least he’s safe, spread out right beside him, taking up the whole bed. Can make sure Dustin sleeps through the night, can be there if he has a nightmare that his mom wouldn’t be able to calm him down from. 

Steve ruffles Dustin’s hair, smiling at how he pushes into it like a cat. “It’s no problem.”

#luxeberriesfics #stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #henderfam #was having thoughts last night about dustin suddenly realising he killed that guy #like maybe he was aware of it but it never really hit him that he took a alife #i dont think i explore that very well tbf like i could go much deeper into it #but really i just wanted steve and dustin comforting each other #so #i think of this one as a companion piece to my stobin ficlet #i might upload them on ao3 and make it a little series #might do one with erica too at some point

[hitohitonika]

anything with ace in alabasta!!!

I love writing Ace. He's such a mess. I made it quite gen. I hope you like it! :)

He knew he wasn't being subtle, he just couldn't help but stare at his little brother. The irony was that he had given himself a peptalk before crossing paths with Luffy. He had promised himself not to be overbearing, not to be overprotective. And maybe, only maybe, he was dragging some guilt for leaving the kid alone in the jungle at 14.

Except Luffy was not a kid anymore, he still had some growing up to do, sure, but he wasn't the crybaby he once was, and Ace found it fascinating.

The same scrawny kid that would beg him to go look for cool bugs and cry whenever he lost sight of him was now a full-fledged captain.

And he had an impressive crew too. Even Ace, coming back to the Grand Line from the New World, knowing the Strawhat’s were still at the beginning of their journey, could see the potential.

The navigator was scarily smart, the swordsman had a hell of a reputation... and he even got an insanely good cook, with quite a nice butt, if he may add.

The princess - because if someone could recruit a princess, it would be Luffy - had caught him observing the crew interact, again, not subtle, and asked him about it. But she had gotten it wrong.

"Thank you, though. You were worried I was judging them, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Maybe."

"I'm actually glad that he's still an idiot," that made her furrow her brow, "otherwise I would barely recognize him." He admitted.

"Has he changed a lot? I can't imagine him any other way." The navigator approached them, sitting next Ace on the other side.

"Not really, I guess," Ace paused, "he was just as impulsive and selfish, full of energy... but," he scratched the back of his head, pensative, "I don't know, he used to be a crybaby, you know? Always making me worry, clinging onto me whenever he got hurt or something... it's kind of amazing to see him... like this."

"Grown up?" The princess offered.

Ace considered it and snorted, "I guess, yeah. Damn, I sound like an old man, don't I? With an empty nest syndrome."

"Don't worry about it. It's very charming." Nami reassured him.

The three of them stayed quiet for a while, watching the stars and listening to the fire crackling. Then Ace broke the silence, "Oi, do you know if your cook is interested in guys?"

#one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro #sanji #nami #vivi one piece #one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #acesan #one piece fic #one piece fanfic #one piece ficlet

[chromatic-lamina]

beanbag (AO3 link)

The thing about the huge, huge, huge beanbag that Hakugan had lugged on board when he'd joined them (packed to the softly- moulding-brim with snow geese feathers collected from friends and family), was that it was very white, and so was Bepo.

Laundry day and shower day for the towering members of their crew didn't come that often. Especially for the hairy Mink. Water needed to be rationed carefully and the oil that Bepo's body secreted was crucial for the well-being of his hide and hair.

However, once a month or so, Shachi and Ikkaku insisted that the orange boiler suit came off (yes, there was a spare, but they forgot to wash it last month—what, with escaping from the marines, and fixing the injured)—and that Bepo himself took a dip.

The Polar Tang was on the surface, and close to ice floes, and snow fell steadily on the decks. But it didn't stop Ikkaku and Shachi changing form, and Bepo keeping form, and all going for an Arctic paddle.

The crew had to entice them back with promises of cocoa and the raw thawed out remains of the sea king that the Straw Hat's cook had somehow managed to save from Luffy and pass their way in exchange for a few sutured stitches and reset bones for the rowdy crew. Doctor Tony had been exhausted and taking a well-earned rest.

Shachi would cook it up (throwing a few select entrails Bepo's way) once he returned to human form.

Bepo, back on board, shook out his fur. It didn't mat. It didn't freeze. His hide was oily and water repellant. So he dried quickly. Particularly in the sub. That didn't change the fact that his boiler suit was in the

laundry and Hakugan's beanbag was enticing, and Bepo's fur was designed to let him blend in with snow drifts. Translucent, like small strands of vermicelli, his hair appeared white with the reflection of the sub's lights.

So, was Captain resting on Hakugan's beanbag, or resting on Bepo resting on Hakugan's beanbag? Bepo was Captain's beanbag, so it was almost the same thing, but whereas Bepo lightly growled if anyone else tried to curl up on the beanbag he'd occupied—quickly followed by an apology—a light snore was the only sound heard when Law strode into the narrow rec room, spied the beanbag/Bepo, and plopped down.

"That Captain?" Shachi asked, shaking water from his ear.

"Nah, too loud. Gotta be Bepo." Ikkaku towelled her hair dry, before tying it up. Like Bepo, she and Shachi had some pretty neat moisture resistant tricks in their cetacean forms.

Kikoku crossed Law. He kept her close when they were on the surface. Bepo's black nose contoured the tip of his form at the highest point and Kikoku's red tassel moved with his exhalations.

The black pad of one paw crossed the other way over Captain and Kikoku let the observant know the Mink was there, and that Law and the crew were safe.

@chibiwitch98 I hope you like it! Thanks for the prompt.

#one piece #trafalgar law #bepo one piece #heart pirates #ikkaku one piece #shachi one piece #polar tang #hakugan one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #opfanfic #op fanfic #one piece ficlet #chromafic #chromafics #chromalami #national geographic hearts

[klaissance]

nobody asked but here is my pitch for a princess and the pauper klance au

Princess Allura of Altea generally likes her life. She lives in a palace with her father, King Alfor, her quirky tutor and longtime friend Coran, and her lady-in-waiting Romelle who she definitely is not in love with. Don't worry about it.

Her being totally not in love with Romelle is something to not worry about at all because actually, as of fairly recently, Allura is engaged! To a man (ew) she's never met (double ew): Prince Keith of Marmora. Their matrimony is to solidify an alliance between Altea and Marmora which, if everyone's being honest, is mostly to haul Altea out of its recent troubles. The kingdom is floundering and its people have been suffering for too long; this alliance with Marmora offers a fresh start and a royal wedding promotes economic stimulation, etc etc politics politics

Allura loves her people and her father so she's gonna suck it up and do this. But she can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes she wishes she could be anyone but herself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

Anyway down in the town there is this boy named Lance McClain and he just so happens to have a vaguely similar facial structure to Altea's princess (rip this has to be a blue-eyed Lance story to work, huh) and he works at the dress emporium under Monsieur Iverson who is, frankly, an abusive boss. But Iverson is funding Lance's sister's education. The McClains need this, and so Lance pricks his fingers and works every waking hour for pennies that he never even gets to see. Lance loves his family so he's gonna do it but he can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes he wishes he could be anyone but himself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

do u feel me on this guys

also Allura has five cats named Onyx, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, and Topaz and she loves them very much. But Sapphire has been acting strange recently...

Lance has this cat that he calls Blue that he doesn't actually have but she shows up night after night at his window and he feeds her and she lays on his lap while he works and he loves her very much

......it's the same cat *hold for applause*

anyway Romelle takes Allura into town to "run errands" or something but really it's just a date and one of Allura's last tastes of freedom before she gets hitched to whoever this Keith dude is

and Sapphire slips away and dashes through the streets and Allura chases her down and finds her perched on a windowsill in an alley being fed by a stranger who looks a little familiar and oh--

Lance and Allura finally meet and look at each other and are like woah we could definitely be siblings genetics are so weird

Bonded by their shared cat they get along splendidly and have a nice and surprisingly deep talk about their respective plights, and Allura promises to call on Lance soon

The next morning Coran and Romelle go to the princess only to find her bed empty save for a note that says she's taken the cats and run away...

The note is sus and then Sapphire shows up (from spending the night at Lance's.) Coran and Romelle know Allura would never leave just Sapphire behind, so they're immediately Not Buying It but they don't know who they can trust, and also this is a disaster because Prince Keith and his entourage are literally coming to visit today so they need to fix this asap

Romelle remembers the boy from the village who looked weirdly like Allura and she has the best/worst idea of all time...

Cue "To Be A Princess" as performed by Coran and Romelle at Lance, who by the end of the song is unclockable he's so good at princess cosplay

When "Allura" appears at dinner as scheduled, Alfor's advisor Zarkon and his shitty son Lotor are shook but they stay quiet

you guys lotor as preminger is so funny pLEASE

AND THEN KEITH SHOWS UP

Keith and his diplomat friends, The Holts, and his captain of the guard Shiro, pull up to dinner to meet Keith's future wife

Keith's a gay man he's not thrilled about this. She's certainly a handsome woman, if her portraits are to be believed, but there's nothing to be done about it. Lifelong bummer for Keith. Such is princedom.

So Keith and co. show up in Altea and they meet the princess and Keith swears she's a little broader in the shoulders and sharper in the jaw than he'd expected but chalks it up to shitty portraiture. He'll hire the court painter from Marmora when they're married.

Lance in his princess costume is like "oh lord he's fine" but then they go on a bunch of weird dates and mostly bicker a bunch because Keith hates that he's forced to be here and Lance is just sort of like that

meanwhile Allura's like busting her own ass out of the mines and lotor sings how can i refuse *hold for standing ovation*

and since Sapphire didn't get kidnapped with the other cats she's still around and Lance talks to her in the bath and is generally just being silly goofy and Keith happens to walk by and hear Lance talking in his normal tone to somebody named "Blue" and the door happens to be a little open and Keith happens to peek--he doesn't even know why he literally doesn't even like women--and wait just a fucking second that is a boy and a wig on the floor and Keith to himself is like 'um should i complain about being lied to, something wack is going on here' and then he's like 'wait I'm gay and he's hot let's see how this plays out' and says nothing LMAO

but then their little dates get way more interesting because Keith is trying to tease out this secret and also is like,, actually interested

maybe they do a horseback riding date where Lance gets to wear pants and have the big platinum wig tied back and he feels a little more like himself and he and Keith hardly even bicker anymore they just sort of have a great time together and Lance feels a little insane for this whole thing but he really likes him but he has to tell him the truth and he's literally about to admit it

but then Lotor comes back from checking on Allura in the mines and knows the princess at the palace is a fake so he calls Lance out and rips the wig off, the whole thing, and Lance is thrown in the dungeon when moments ago he was literally a hair's breadth away from kissing Keith on the mouth UGH life is so cruel

Lotor and Zarkon convince Alfor that Allura is dead and they plot to strike and stage their coup during her funeral or something idk

But meanwhile Romelle and Allura and the cats are power-lesbianing their way out of the mines, and meanwhile meanwhile Keith busts Lance out of jail and they go also to the mines to try to save Allura

just four gays and their cats standing at the mines like ok what now

they bust into the funeral proceedings and wreck Lotor's shit, Allura definitely throws him over her shoulder and skips him like a rock and they explain everything to Alfor

Lotor and Zarkon go to jail and Altea is saved even without the marriage alliance because Allura and Romelle found extra stores of quintessence locked in the geodes in the mines or whatever

Lance is now so thoroughly sponsored by not one but two royal families that his family will want for nothing ever again--his siblings are put on royal scholarship to any school of their choosing in either Altea or Marmora. Lance himself has always wanted to travel, so he does, and he writes letters to Keith the whole time and when he returns Keith is waiting for him and they do a big gay double wedding with Allura and Romelle just like in the Barbie movie <3

the end

#THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME YALL #i think i cooked #somebody tell me this isnt perfect #oh wait u cant #klance #klance ficlet #sort of #my writing #princess and the pauper au #like am i nuts for this #maybe #vld au #i just think this has all the pieces #lance and allura as besties #allura and keith as disaster gays #klance spiced with mistaken identities #chefs kiss

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel stares out of the window, his gaze following two drops of water as they race down the glass, the rain making a pattering soft sound as it hits the cold surface. The dark clouds covering the sky tell him this storm isn't going to ease any time soon. He is just grateful he has a warm place to find shelter in, warm, dry socks to wear, a cozy sweater too, that he stole from the other side of the closet. He knows well how it feels to be out there, under the heavy weight of a blanket of rain, the bite of the cold wind attacking every inch of exposed skin it can find. He watches the way the wind agitates the leaves of the trees lining both sides of the quiet street, he watches as it playfully tries to take away an umbrella, right out of its owner's hands . He shakes his head, Dean can be so stubborn sometimes. He is so grateful for him too. Castiel's eyes follow him as he makes his way back home, a plastic bag in his hand, the umbrella tightly held by his other hand and now that Castiel is focused on him he realizes that the umbrella is, in fact, his own, the green one covered in tiny frogs drawn wearing raincoats, with umbrellas and rain boots. The one Dean claimed was the silliest thing he had ever seen when Castiel said he wanted to buy it. He rolls his eyes. He keeps watching the rain as he waits for the familiar sounds of Dean's presence. The key opening the door, his muttered curses at the " fucking stupid rain", the clinking sound the keys make as he leaves them in the little bowl by the door, the door closing and a familiar and warmth "Hey sweetheart!" "Hello, Dean." He doesn't turn around, hears soft steps at his back, smiles at the kiss Dean drops on the top of his head, looking down at the neatly packaged tea Dean just dropped on his lap, "you didn't really have to go buy it, Dean." Dean huffs lightly, "it was a stop in the way to the grocery store, and I had to get a bunch of things for dinner anyway so..." He trails off at the end of the sentence, Castiel doesn't mention the fact they suddenly needed a bunch of things from the grocery store right when Cas realized they had ran out of tea, he doesn't mention the fact he could have eaten anything else that they could prepare with what they already had here either, "speaking of which, I better go start getting dinner ready." "Dean," Castiel calls out, tone soft, Dean, who was already at the living's room dorway, turns around, "thank you." He lifts the tea, gesturing at Dean with it. "Don't mention it." He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, the other one scratching the back of his neck. Castiel gets up from the armchair he moved over so he could sit by the window and crosses the distance between them, "I will help you prepare dinner." He offers, resting a hand on Dean's left shoulder, feeling a little spark as he does, he knows there is nothing there anymore, he has gotten quite well-acquainted with Dean's skin by now, and the residual energy of his grace is gone now, but still his heart skips a beat at the simple contact, a rush of memories coming to him with it. Dean perks up at that, he puts his hand on the small of Castiel's back, steering him towards their kitchen, "yeah, man, it's about time I teach you how to make my famous lasagna." "Secret ingredients included?" Dean pauses at that, giving him a look full of mirth that pretends to be appraising instead, "Yeah, I think I can trust you with the secret ingredients."

#destiel #ficlet #the real question here is what is that one piece thing in my dash like why luffy why zoro i don't even follow those tags what's going on?! #long post #anyway here you go daily ficlet or whatever #bon appetit #<3 #tuserpris

[julek]

“Jas,” Geralt calls, not taking his eyes off his journal.

Jaskier stops strumming his lute with a palm on the strings. “Yes?”

“Would you pass me an orange from our pack?”

He hears Jaskier murmur an assent, and goes back to the ardent task of drawing a cockatrice that resembles the one he’d fought the week prior. There’s a rustling sound as Jaskier rifles through their things, a triumphant little ah-ha! as Jaskier, presumably, finds the orange, but then, there’s silence.

Geralt sketches the final lines of the cockatrice to his satisfaction, and takes a look behind him to see what could be taking Jaskier so long in the simple delivery of the fruit.

He finds Jaskier poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, brow furrowed in concentration as he picks at the orange between prying fingers.

“What are you doing?” Geralt asks, coming to crouch beside him.

“Oh!” Jaskier says, his eyes snapping up, as if he’d forgotten Geralt was there at all. “I was just getting all the white stuff out for you,” he says, and presents his palms to Geralt.

It’s a small orange, halved, bright and plump in Jaskier’s hands, and all the white tendrils have been carefully removed.

For him.

The orange almost flies into the other direction when Geralt surges to kiss him.

“Oh,” Jaskier says when they break apart, flustered and a little dazed. “What brought that on?”

Geralt smiles, taking one half of the orange into his hands.

“You.”

#mywriting #geraskier ficlet #this could be seen as a companion piece to that one toast one i wrote the other day #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fluff #food mention