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paperultra · 7 months

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aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #trying to write from sanji's pov is like. how can i show that this man is absolutely on his knees all the time for reader #just look at him. just.look.asdhgjkl #also i just think !! looking at the stars would be a great date idea w any of the straw hats while at sea #:<

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splickedylit · 2 months

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Long overdue sketchbook scanning session: original concepts only edition haha. Noting some common themes I didn't notice while I was drawing: Hottie with their tits out. Skeletons. "Oh this person grew up religious huh 😐" vibes. Putting extra arms on things for no reason. TBH? Excellent. I have no regrets and will continue.

#Splickedydoodles #Artists on Tumblr #Would you believe that the angel and devil stuff I put in order was drawn completely unrelated. I just have. a narrative type i guess haha.#I made a list of 120 mostly one-word prompts that I divided into 6 lists of 20 and I use a dice roller to select random prompts for myself!#Highly recommend tbh it's gotten me drawing so much more and varying things up so much more than I would have otherwise #onward into spring!! ART CRIMES III awaits!! :D

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the-cypress-grove · 6 months

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November One Word Writing Prompts:

Shallows

Foretold

Gold

Icicle

Offering

Bonfire

Elderberry

Glory

River

Monument

Toadstool

Padlock

Beast

Weaving

Spy

Falling

Saviour

Cobbled

Honouring

Bleach

Fern

Hidden

Bladesmith

Distorted

Stained-Glass

Sacrifice

Rook

Messenger

Forage

Bells

#writing #writeblr community #writing prompt #writeblr #fantasy prompts #prompt #writing prompts #creative writing #prompts #story prompts #inspiration #writing inspiration #november #november writing prompt #november writing prompts #one word prompt #prompt list

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harriertail · 7 months

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will you be doing any October prompts this year? And if not, could we use your old prompts for 2023?

ahh if you use my old promtps i would be so honoured!!! i love prompt challenges n i always tried to make mine a bit 'different' to rlly push stuff. i dont think id do one for this month because as we all know my 2022 and 2023 october challenges took me a YEAR to do each but if you wanna send me an adjective/noun/verb prompt id give it a shot!!!

#if u use my prompt lists i will cry even if u use like just one #feel free to send in a suggestion for a word like idk 'runaway' or smth. i shud get back into my sketch style #thank u anon!!! i had no idea the october challenges were like. what i was known for inna way #asks

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ogdoadfates · 11 months

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Whump/Angst Prompts #1

Time for some whump/angst! Like always, this list and all my other ones, are free to use for whatever you’d like!

“We’re going to die here, aren’t we?”

Person A breaking their leg during a dangerous situation

Person A getting violently ill

“Please wake up.”

Posioned

Car crash

food posioning

Cave-in

Person A getting heavily wounded while on a solo mission/alone.

Captured

“We’re getting them back and that’s final.”

Near death experience

Person A having to hurry when helping Person B out of a trap

Person A having a day full of bad luck (Example: falling down stairs, dropping groceries, ect but for the entire day)

“Stay with me?”

“I don’t want it to end like this.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hit and run

Person A getting robbed (or aftermath)

Person A getting separated from the group while injured

“Get away from them!”

Person A trying to distract Person B from the pain

Head injury

Drowning

Nightmares

Person A holding Person B while they wait for help to show up.

#whump prompt #whump #angst prompts #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompts #hurt prompts #ao3 prompt #ao3 fanfic prompts #ao3 #fanfiction prompt #fanfic prompt #writing prompts #sentence prompts #sentence starters #dialogue prompt #one word prompts #prompt list #free to use prompts

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lyralit · 2 years

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Jealousy (please!)

"what are they doing here?"

"oh, and who told you that?"

"I trust you, but them, really?"

"I saw you. I saw you!"

"it's not what it looks like."

"promise me. or are you just a ------- liar?"

"of everyone you got to choose from, and you choose them."

"you hardly talk to me anymore!"

"I swear. I'll get this over with myself, then."

"oh, really?"

"well, what was I supposed to think!"

"it's not like we're committed, or anything."

wrenching your hand away

flinching when you see them

butterflies coiling into something darker

"I know what you're doing! the last time you smiled like that, you were looking at me."

"you're overreacting."

"it was nothing!"

"I didn't come to see you attached to their hip." "whose hip? what the hell is going on?"

#jealousy prompts #one word ask game #writing prompts #creative writing #lyralit #lovely person <3 #prompts #dialogue prompts #prompt list #writing inspiration

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magnus-rhymes-with-swagness · 9 months

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aspec osemanverse event interest check

hello fellow aspec osemanverse fans! would y’all be interested in a fandom event combining our identities and the characters we adore? if so, you’re in luck! i’ve been working on ideas for a while and i’m down to run it if people are interested. you don’t need to be aspec to participate - this event would be open to everybody. i’m not sure when it would be quite yet, but if enough people are interested it’ll happen :)

#aspec #aromantic #asexual #osemanverse #loveless #heartstopper #radio silence #solitaire #i was born for this #iwbft #alice oseman #aro #ace #my words #scheduled post #i haven’t figured out the best posting times for this fandom yet but i Think this is a good one #i’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and i have a prompt list already :)#well. actually i have 6 potential prompt lists as i am nothing if not ambitious and excitable LMAO

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doverstar · 14 days

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send me a one-word prompt and a ship and I'll write you a lil oneshot and post it on ao3, how's that? feed me

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creativepromptsforwriting · 8 months

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Can I ask for some prompts based off the word 'create'? thank you!

Create

"Let's create history."

"You've created a life build on lies."

"You are my creation. I created you and I can destroy you."

"Let's create some memories together."

"You've created this image of yourself that you can't uphold forever."

"Create your own reality if you want, but don't come crying when that bubble bursts."

"We're creating memories here that no one can take away from us ever again."

"I have created a monster."

One Word Prompt Lists

#anon ask #one word prompt list #one word prompts #create #creation prompts #writing prompts #writeblr

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modern-inheritance · 11 months

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New/Edited One Word Prompts List

I’ve removed some words from the original set I posted and tossed in a few others. Per usual, you can send in an ask with up to 4 characters and one of the prompts and I’ll do my best to write them out! Prompts can be reused.

Abilities

Impulsive

Asphyxiation

Killer

Doubt

Stalled

Myth

Bloodflow

Sleepless

Different

Warehouse

Space

Chained

Shadow

Uncle

Terminate

Sniper (Friend)

Plea

Valley

Bluejay

Abundant

Familiar

Happiest

Monitor

Nerves

Universe

Horizon

Lost

Double

Scars

Carnivore

Reckless

Sign

Gathering

Discipline

Lose

Espionage

Fly

Kindness

Letter

Cave

Shaking

North

Freedom

Anomaly

Disarm

Caring

Storm

Mother

Exchange

Winter

Sting

Hammock

Dagger

Hidden

Chance

Silence

Death

Fine

Immune

Paranoid

Closer

Morning

Empty

River

Heating

Irreplaceable

Curse

Danger

Believe

Teamwork

Poison

Pattern

Majestic

Offensive

Specialist

Acceptance

Running

Quip

Alleyway

Breakdown

Borrowed

Watching

Elsewhere

Cerulean

Molten

Genius

Revealing

Distinguishing

Bullet

Estranged

Wind

Explosion

Wild

Touch

Elegant

Thriving

Birthday

Defend

Oxygen

Riot

Fear

Cut

Forgiveness

Sniper (Foe)

Fresh

Grief

Grime

Blossom

Traveler

Time

Pointless

Magic

Dark

Sensitive

Murky

Switch

Distracted

Forest

Choice

Naughty

Nightmare

Ring

Revenge

Survival

Wartime

Agility

Skies

Jump

Deadly

Protect

Strain

Tiptoe

Award

Justified

Messy

Suspicious

Scream

Punk

Embrace

Snow

Civilian

Simplicity

Protection

Burden

Rusted

Haunted

Liar

Tender

Subjective

Dominant

Variety

Mortar

Unit

Home

Camp

Trust

Sleep

Rest

Quake

Threat

Braid

Electricity

Sober

Hair

Leisure

Heart

Abject

Lonely

Scarred

Rush

Ablaze

Repair

Underestimate

Cruelty

Drown

Precious

Bright

Rendezvous

Breakable

Emergency

Battle

Nightmare

War

Shatter

Perfection

Smallest

Numb

Habit

Marble

Invisible

Team

Kid

Loyal

Memories

Breathless

Nuisance

Boundary

Sword

Hate

Book

Bleed

Echo

Disposal

Remain

Deal

Resurface

Defibrillator

Wound

Tomorrow

Waste

Colorful

Quiet

Clutch

Caught

Joke

Feral

Mistake

Wings

Sinner

Whimper

Family

Saint

Hostile

Attack

Speech

Irony

Curtain

Overbearing

Politics

Target

Motto

Lesson

Isolation

Reconcile

Cruel

Distrust

Bone

Stuck

Underground

Tank

Replacement

Before

Immortality

Turmoil

Forfeit

Collision

Embers

Manipulation

Human

First

Eventually

Green

Wave

Minuscule

Needle

Infected

Uninformed

Quiver

Void

Adapt

Frighten

Underneath

Crazy

Surprise

Mechanic

Promise

Profanity

Luck

Ashamed

Pain

Blanket

Outcome

Too Far

Love

Treasure

Hope

Uphill

Recon

Denial

Support

Staunch

Protocol

Dark Prompts

Impulsive

Doubt

Bloodflow

Sleepless

Chained

Nerves

Lost

Scars

Reckless

Shaking

Silence

Fine

Empty

Running

Breakdown

Molten

Bullet

Explosion

Oxygen

Riot

Fear

Cut

Grief

Pointless

Naughty

Nightmare

Strain

Scream

Haunted

Quake

Threat

Electricity

Abject

Lonely

Scarred

Ablaze

Cruelty

Breakable

Nightmare

Shatter

Numb

Boundary

Bleed

Echo

Remain

Defibrillator

Wound

Quiet

Clutch

Caught

Mistake

Whimper

Hostile

Isolation

Cruel

Distrust

Bone

Stuck

Turmoil

Collision

Embers

Manipulation

Needle

Quiver

Void

Frighten

Ashamed

Pain

Too Far

Denial

#Modern Inheritance #inheritance cycle #eragon #modern inheritance stories #the cyclists #the inheritance cycle #Ket's Modern Inheritance Cycle #one word prompts #one word prompt list #ket's one word prompts

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i-tzi · 4 months

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POKEDDEXY DAY 1: BUG TYPE (#988)

Another year, another Pokeddexy!! 🎉

I honestly don't know how much I'll be able to combine because objectively January is kind of a shitty month for me lol

But WHO CARES, enjoy my boys, see you again at the end of the challenge if I'm still alive lol o|-<

#Anyway i just decide that I'll be deranged in the tag lol #infinite rambling moments ahahaha #so #I just asked my friend the prompt list for this year for like a month?? bc in this way i can prepare a bit #guess who is STILL LATE???#and is just the first day lmaoo #Sorry toff you know i love u😔💖#Anywayy i decided that even this pkdexxy has to be chaotic so i just slapped Ribera here for the first day without contest ahahah #I draw him last year but who cares??? +1000 pokémon but i love him so \_( ´ ▽ ` )_/¯#I can give some context tho #Or maybe not lmaoo my word building is not something amazing #Paradox pkmn are all bikers since this gen the legendaries are walking bikes lol #There are two gangs one for past paradox one for future paradox and blablabla onestly I wrote abt this last year too lmao #I also said that I'll explain this better and not in the tag. Did i do that? No. Did i care? No💀#Anyway motorbike shops are cool #They are something between a decathlon sportswear aisle and the aestetich moodboards you see on pinterest #And I don't know why but the walls and shelves are always white ahaha I mean it looks a bit like a hospital too #I understand it may be an accurate choice since 292992 of the motorcycle suits are neon color lmao #pkg pokeddexy #pokemon gijinka #slither wing

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paperultra · 7 months

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the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #opla zoro #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #'if they're broke how come they don't just sleep in reader's boat ?' you may ask.#and the answer is 'for plot purposes'#sorry if this one is wonky it wasn't cooperating for some reason ;-;#but reader gets to cuddle zoro ! that has to count for something right ?!

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Charlie tugs the brush through Flippa's hair haltingly, careful not to hurt her. Sensitive head, but she didn't complain a bit, staying right in place.

It's fine! It's fine, just another change, but that's okay. As long as she's here. He leans back, studying her.

"Okay Flippa! Now that we've got all the knots out of your hair, we've got a pick a hair style."

Flippa looks up at him. He can't see her eyes behind her glasses -had they always been so opaque?- but he can imagine them big, wide with joy, just like they'd been when he had first asked her to pick out a colour for her bed. She doesn't say anything, but that's normal, so Charlie does what Charlie does best and keeps talking. "There's all sorts of options! A braid? Would you like a braid? I don't know if I can get it all twisty, but- or there's pigtails! Or- uh, a ponytail? Do you like ponytails, Flippa?" He imagines that her mouth twitches up in a smile, and he smiles warmly back at her. She doesn't respond for a moment, and then nods quickly.

"Great! That's great! Okay, okay- ponytail, how do you do a ponytail..." he trails off in a mumble to himself, squinting at her hair suspiciously like it's a pit of vipers. Usually, he's too goopy for hair things, so Ma- his bitch wife would take care of Flippa's hair, instead.

...Charlie can still remember the one morning he had come upstairs to find his puta esposa sitting with Flippa on her bed, peacefully braiding her hair. They had been gently lit by the light of the Corner Flames, and Mariana had looked more... content than Charlie can remember ever seeing him before.

But that was the past, and this is the now, and so it doesn't matter! His bitch wife is gone, his precious huevito is here, and Charlie has to wipe his hands off on a towel again just so he doesn't slime up Flippa's hair and force them to wash it for a fourth time! It's fine! It's all fine!

Flippa is still staring at him.

"It's fine," he promises her, loudly, and then wipes his hands again. "I'm not- we're not too goopy! We're just goopy enough, which is not goopy at all, and you're not going to need another bath, and we even remembered the elastics this time!" A single drop of water falls down her nose.

He's still holding the towel up, and she awkwardly leans forwards to boop her nose against it to wipe the drop away - just like he'd playfully tapped her after her first bath. He laughs a little and twists the towel just in time to not goop her up all over again. "Yes, Flippa! Yeah! We get dry after baths so the moist demons don't get us!" He runs his hand over her hair and presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, and his skin buzzes with prickles of static electricity. Funny, isn't it? That didn't used to happen. But maybe Hell just gave his daughter superpowers.

No, that was definitely it. She couldn't physically drag him around BH (Before Hell) the way she could now. He had an awesome, superpowered daughter who had a bit of an accent and glasses so opaque he didn't know how she could see, and it was all fine and normal and more than he deserved.

Flippa was still staring at him. He smiled shakily back at her, and picked up some elastics. "Okay, turn around, Flippa," he urged her, and ran his hands, gentle, through her hair when she did. Ponytail, ponytail... that was the point of this. He definitely knew how to do this. He definitely knew how many elastics he needed for this.

How had Mariana done it...? Pull the hair to the back of her head, then pull it through the loops... some number of times. It didn't look right, so he added another elastic, and then another, and there was hair fritzing out of the elastics and he added five in total and Flippa sat there through it all and Charlie was- okay, it wasn't good, it wasn't what she deserved, but it was the best he could do and wasn't that good enough? Wasn't he good enough?

He urges her to get up and turn around so he could see his handiwork, and she does so without complaint.

...She doesn't look right.

He's going to be sick. He feels sick. Her hair is pulled back behind her ears, and it's- it's not like he did badly, actually, because it looks perfectly fine from the front and when you're not looking too closely at the back but she doesn't look like her. He fucked it up, he fucked her up, and there is something too-tight in his chest and something too-large in his mouth.

Her glasses. Her expression. The skin that shines too softly in the dim light and the clothes that fit too well. The scars. The hands resting, loose down at her side instead of curled up in her skirt or playing with her gun or covered in crumbs from all the avocado toast- the hair pulled back from her face. It's wrong. She looks so wrong.

He realizes she's gotten close again when she takes his hand, and he realizes he can't breathe at the same time. Her hands are immediately coated in a thick layer of slime -oh, great, he's gooping again!- and she holds him tightly. "It's okay, Flippa," he gasps out, and tries desperately to get his breathing under control. For her, for her, he needs to be okay for her, he can't fail her again, he can't- he needs to- for her. "Papa just- Papa just- I just-"

Flippa leans forwards, awkwardly pressing her bodyweight over his arms until he realizes she's trying to lean into his chest. She still hasn't got the hugging thing down, yet. He hiccups a choked sob and pulls his arms free to wrap around her and hold on tight, so tight, but not tight enough because he can't hurt her. He hurt her enough already. He took Tilin from her. He left her. He left her, and then he never saw her again, and he can't even help her look like her.

He shakes. He cries. He covers them both in slime. She curls into his chest, otherwise unmoving, hands tucked against her torso as he clings to her. She can't hug, but she's doing her best, and it destroys him.

Eventually, he stops crying, and they're left sitting there in silence broken only by his occasional sniffle. But Flippa isn't done destroying him- she lifts her hands, and signs (in that twitching, impossible way she does now), 1 l0vee y0u, d@dd.

"I- I love you, too, Flippa," he croaks out. He presses another kiss to her hair, and ignores the static prickling. It's just static. Of course it's just static. Things can be staticky when they're wet, right? Of course they can. It's undeniable fact, just like it's an undeniable fact that this is his Flippa. "I love you."

She butts his chin with her head, and he lets out a shaky laugh. He sniffles, then sighs, and gives her a little squeeze. Impossibly, her hair is already falling out of the ponytail. The both of them are covered in goo.

"I love you," he tells her again, stronger in his conviction. "My huevo."

For the first time that day, she smiles at him. Tearfully, he smiles back.

"Now how about bathtime number five?"

#mishapen answers #popcornsalty #qsmp charlie slimecicle #codeflippa #mishapen words #oopsie oopsie drabble turned into Actual Fic lmao um #ty saltyyy <3 #as you can see. i gneeded to Write #qsmp #mild angst #charlie slimecicle is the most pitiful creature in the whole wide wide world #i mighttt post this to ao3? idk we'll see #lemme know if you want me to change out your prompt salty otherwise ill prob list credit in the a/n #does ao3 call it an a/n i can't- EDITORS NOTE #ITS AN EDITORS NOTE ON AO3 RIGHT???#god i can't remmeber now. its one of those. you get me

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