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Random Idia Headcanons + First years and Grim (Pokémon Scarlet And Violet Edition)
a/n: have whatever this is well my requests and WIPS are rotting in my drafts :3
♡ You and Idia both play Pokémon Scarlet/Violet together. Though he constantly complains about the graphics and lag you know he has a soft for the game and the Pokémon he's caught within it.
♡ His team consists solely of cat Pokémon, such as: Meowscarada, Luxury, Persian, Umbreon, Leopard, Meowstic
♡ He's played multiple playthroughs, with a different cat team each time
♡ He named his Umbreon "Grim"
♡ To match with his Umbreon, he caught you an Espeon - "I'll be the offence to your defence...uh I-if that makes sense..."
♡ And so you gifted him his male meowstic, to match with your female one, to which he stuttered "Y-You totally gave me a buff, t-thanks!"
♡ He spends hours customizing his character, mainly the clothing, especially when he heads to new enviorments
♡ He gives all his Pokémon nicknames, naming his Meowscarada "Destroyer of the sea" (because grass types are super effective against water, get it?get it?...yeah I'll shut up now)
♡ You on the other hand were far more sensible and named your Meowscarada "Loki"
♡ You both spend most of your nights grinding to get your Pokémon at a higher level
♡ Idia hates the fairy type gym, he kept on losing to it, that is until you gifted him a Meowstic, which he then gleefully destroyed Ortega's team
♡ Well Idia's team mainly deals in offence, your team balance him out in defence, with Skeleridge as your main 'mon potentially difficult battles were breezed through
♡ sometimes ortho would join you, and unlike your or Idia's team, his was a well balanced mix of offensive and defensive Pokémon, with Quaxely as his starter Pokémon of choice
♡ he also ends up helping out idia alot, and knows every single free code imaginable, safe to stay with Ortho around you and Idia were stacked
♡ sometimes the other first years would join you and Idia (to both his suprise and potential demise)
♡ Ace and Deuce would argue the entire time about how their starter is clearly the better one, well Grim constantly commanded you to catch any legendary or shiny you set your eyes one (which was zero, your luck just sucks, huh?)
♡ Epel was having his own personal beef with Jack, since he got his butt kicked by Jack's ace Pokémon and was on his training arc with the sole goal of beating Jack's ace - a midnight form Lycanrock
♡ Most of the time though it was just you and Idia, playing, talking and laughing in his room as you ate all kinds of junk food and played your worries away
The first thing Armin noticed about you was that you were loud. Not obnoxious loud, just everywhere.
Every hallway he walked through, every classroom he entered, every lunch period he spent hiding behind a book—you seemed to somehow be there.
Laughing with friends.
Talking to teachers.
Helping underclassmen.
You carried yourself so effortlessly that Armin couldn’t understand how someone could exist like that.
Meanwhile, he struggled to ask cashiers how their day was going.
You were simply from a different world.
So naturally, the first conversation you ever had lasted less than ten seconds.
“You’re Armin, right?”
He looked up from his notebook.
You were standing beside his desk.
His stomach immediately dropped.
“Y-Yes?”
You smiled.
The kind of smile that made people smile back without thinking.
“Can I borrow your notes?”
“Oh.”
He blinked.
“Sure.”
“Thanks.”
Then you were gone.
That should’ve been the end of it.
Instead, somehow, it wasn’t.
A week later, you returned. “Can I borrow yesterday’s notes too?”
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Eventually Armin started suspecting you weren’t actually paying attention in class.
“Do you even take notes?”
You laughed.
“I do.”
“Then why do you keep asking for mine?”
You grabbed his notebook before he could stop you.
“Because yours are prettier.”
Armin stared. “…Prettier?”
“You color-code everything.”
“That’s practical.”
“It’s adorable.”
Armin almost dropped his pencil.
You didn’t seem to notice.
The strange thing was that you didn’t just talk to him when you needed something.
You started stopping by his desk before class.
Sometimes after class.
Sometimes during lunch.
Never for very long. Just enough to say something random.
“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”
Armin looked up.
“…Yes.”
“Oh.”
You looked disappointed.
“Okay, what about this? Did you know wombats poop cubes?”
Armin paused.
“…Actually, yes.”
You groaned.
“You’re impossible.”
Then you walked away.
Armin spent the next ten minutes smiling at his textbook.
The problem wasn’t that he liked you.
That would’ve been manageable.
The problem was that he wasn’t supposed to.
Because people like you didn’t date people like him.
Everyone knew that.
You were beautiful.
Popular.
Confident.
The type of person who got asked to dances before invitations were even announced.
Armin was… Armin.
So he ignored the flutter in his chest every time you sat beside him.
Ignored how quickly he looked for you when he entered a room.
Ignored how he started remembering tiny details about you.
Your favorite drink, your favorite songs, the way you twisted a ring on your finger when you were nervous.
He ignored all of it.
Or at least he tried.
Then came the group project.
The worst invention in human history.
Unfortunately, fate hated him.
Because somehow, the two of you got paired together.
“Looks like we’re partners.”
You seemed excited.
Armin wanted to disappear.
Working together turned out to be dangerous.
Because you were different when nobody else was around.
The cheerful, popular girl everyone knew wasn’t fake.
But it wasn’t all of you either.
When it was just the two of you sitting in a library corner, you became quieter.
More honest.
You admitted you hated how everyone assumed things about you.
You admitted you felt pressure to constantly be outgoing.
You admitted you sometimes wished people cared more about who you actually were.
Armin listened.
Really listened.
And every conversation made him like you more.
Which was a problem.
A huge problem.
Because now he wasn’t just attracted to you. He genuinely liked being around you.
You started noticing things too.
Like how Armin always remembered every detail you told him.
How he pushed his glasses up when he got excited talking about something.
How passionate he became whenever he discussed history or books.
How kind he was.
God. That was the worst part.
Armin was kind in ways nobody seemed to notice.
The quiet kind.
The kind that remembered your favorite snack and bought it without mentioning it.
The kind that stayed after class helping people understand assignments.
The kind that listened.
Actually listened.
Most people waited for their turn to talk.
Armin cared about what you said.
And somehow that felt more dangerous than any pretty smile.
Months passed.
Neither of you said anything.
Neither of you planned to.
At least that’s what you both told yourselves.
Then rumors started.
“Do you like Armin?”
Your friend asked it so casually that you almost choked on your drink.
“What?”
“Armin.”
“No.”
Too fast. Way too fast.
Your friend narrowed her eyes.
“Mhm.”
You immediately changed the subject.
Across campus, Armin was having a similar conversation.
“Just ask her out.”
Eren sounded exhausted.
Armin nearly walked into a wall.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because she doesn’t like me.”
“She literally spends all her time with you.”
“We’re friends.”
Eren stared at him.
“You are the smartest person I know.”
“Thank you.”
“And somehow the dumbest.”
Things got worse after that.
Because once the idea existed, neither of you could stop noticing things.
The accidental touches.
The lingering eye contact.
The moments where conversations became too quiet.
Too comfortable.
Too meaningful.
Neither of you knew what to do with it.
So neither of you did anything.
And the tension kept growing.
Then one evening, while studying together, the power went out in the library.
The entire building went dark.
A few students groaned.
Some laughed.
You instinctively grabbed Armin’s arm.
For a second neither of you moved.
Your hand remained wrapped around his sleeve.
His heartbeat immediately went insane.
When the emergency lights flickered on, you quickly let go.
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.”
The words came out too quickly.
Too soft.
You looked at each other.
For a moment, neither of you looked away.
Then someone across the room yelled and ruined everything.
But the feeling stayed.
For days.
By the time spring arrived, everyone around you was losing their minds.
Because the two of you were clearly something.
You just refused to acknowledge it.
Even to yourselves.
Especially to yourselves.
And somewhere beneath all the awkward smiles, stolen glances, and unfinished sentences, both of you were slowly reaching the same terrifying conclusion.
You didn’t just have a crush anymore.
You were falling in love.
And neither of you had any idea what to do about it.
The school festival changed everything.
Not because either of you confessed.
Because neither of you did.
Of course.
That would’ve been too easy.
You spent most of the evening together.
Walking around.
Playing games.
Talking.
Laughing.
Just like always.
Except it didn’t feel like always.
Something felt different.
Heavier.
Like something was building.
Eventually you ended up sitting together beneath the festival lights.
Everyone else had gone home.
For once, it was quiet.
Just you.
And Armin.
“I don’t want this year to end.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Armin looked at you.
Neither did he.
But graduation was approaching.
College applications.
Life.
Everything was changing.
And suddenly the idea of losing this terrified both of you.
“Even if we go different places…”
Armin swallowed.
“We’ll still talk.”
“Promise?”
His chest tightened.
“Promise.”
The way you smiled at him made his heart ache.
For one terrifying second he almost said it.
Almost.
But then someone called your name.
And the moment disappeared.
A few weeks later, everything fell apart.
Not dramatically.
Not all at once.
Just enough.
Someone started a rumor.
A stupid rumor.
That Armin was interested in another girl.
You heard it.
And believed it.
Because why wouldn’t you?
Pretty girls liked Armin now.
People noticed him.
People saw what you saw.
So you started pulling away.
Not intentionally.
But enough.
Shorter texts.
Less time together.
More distance.
Armin noticed immediately.
And panicked.
Because suddenly the person he talked to every day seemed miles away.
“What did I do?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“What happened?”
The hurt in his voice nearly broke you.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to ask.
Couldn’t bring yourself to admit why it hurt.
So you lied.
“Nothing.”
It was absolutely not nothing.
The distance lasted three miserable weeks.
Three weeks of pretending.
Three weeks of missing each other.
Three weeks of absolute hell.
Until finally Eren snapped.
“ASK HER OUT.”
Armin nearly fell out of his chair.
“What?”
“You love her.”
Silence.
“…I do?”
Eren looked ready to commit a crime.
“YES.”
Meanwhile, your friends were having the exact same conversation with you.
“You are literally in love with him.”
“What?!”
“You cry when he doesn’t text.”
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
“…Oh.” Because yeah, now it made sense. You didn’t just like him, that wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt towards him. You loved him.
The confession wasn’t grand.
It wasn’t planned.
It wasn’t perfect.
It happened after graduation practice.
The two of you ended up alone.
Again.
Like always.
Except this time neither of you wanted to run.
“I heard that rumor.”
You blurted it out.
Armin blinked.
“What rumor?”
“The girl.”
“…What girl?”
You stared.
He stared.
And suddenly everything clicked.
“You thought I liked someone else?”
“You thought I didn’t care?”
Silence.
Then both of you started laughing.
Because of course.
Months.
Almost a year.
And that’s what kept you apart.
Eventually the laughter faded.
And neither of you looked away.
“I like you.”
Armin said it first.
Quietly.
Honestly.
Like he was terrified.
Your eyes immediately filled with tears.
Which made him panic.
“Oh no—”
“I like you too, idiot.”
Armin froze.
“You do?”
You laughed.
Then kissed him before he could ask another question.
And for the first time in almost a year, everything finally made sense.
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the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
“oi.”
you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.
yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.
“. . . what?”
he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”
your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.
lip gloss.
receipt.
wires.
a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?
everything but your keys.
normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—
“you regret comin’ out with me?”
oh . . .
for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.
“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.
sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.
“you heard me.”
your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.
his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.
“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta a moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”
“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”
“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”
well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.
“well, no! i just—” what an insufferable man. “i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”
“just nervous.”
“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”
your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.
sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.
“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”
you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”
sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.
“your call.”
and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.
“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.
“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”
“platonically,” you added after a moment.
. . .
his brows lifted slowly.
“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”
“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”
“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”
“that too.”
silence.
then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.
“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”
your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”
he kept walking.
not far. just enough to be annoying.
“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”
a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”
your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”
his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”
“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.
his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.
before you could overthink, your lips meet his.
it’s quick. chaste. shy even.
his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.
he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.
you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.
your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—
“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”
you pant, “what does that even mean?”
his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.
the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.
a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.
he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”
you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.
except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.
his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.
you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.
it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.
the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.
then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.
“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.
he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”
“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.
your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.
“here.”
you pause.
and there they were.
your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.
“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”
he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”
you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”
his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”
you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.
“…thanks,” you mutter.
“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”
and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.
you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .
“you alright?”
“yes.”
“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”
“i know!” you shoot back immediately.
the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.
“ okay . . . ” you hummed.
“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.
but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.
despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.
you liked it.
you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.
“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.
except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.
“fuck—”
you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”
and then, you’re gone.
the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.
outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.
when you ask Sanji for late night cinnamon rolls, he has absolutely no issue with making them for you.
The waves beneath the Thousand Sunny rock gently, expectedly calm for this time of night. You’re sitting at the kitchen island, legs swinging as you watch Sanji practically dance around the kitchen.
The galley smells warm and sweet, the scent of cinnamon and butter filling the room as he sets the oven timer.
His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and you can’t help but take a moment to admire the pretty sculpt of his arms before your eyes flicker back up to his face. Sanji’s deft hands roll dough beneath his palms, small patches of flour decorating his fingers.
He looks beautiful.
It’s a thought that’s crossed your mind many times before. On the deck, in the aquarium—even during battles. But especially like this.
In his own world. Cooking.
The dim, amber lights of the kitchen bathe his blonde hair perfectly as Sanji hums a soft tune beneath his breath.
“You know, Sanji,” You start, resting your chin in your palm. “When I said I wanted cinnamon rolls thirty minutes ago, it could have waited until morning.”
A quiet chuckle leaves him.
“Could have,” he agrees easily. “But then you’d have to wait until morning.”
Oh, how you love his voice. How soft it always is with you.
You can’t help but huff out a soft laugh, watching as he dusts some of the flour from his hands. “And how tragic that would’ve been.”
“Exactly.” Sanji places a hand dramatically over his chest before flashing you a charming grin. “And I simply couldn’t have you suffering, mon amour.”
You roll your eyes, looking down at your free hand resting on the countertop. Before you can stop it, a smile gives you away immediately.
Observant as he is, Sanji catches it in seconds.
And there it is again—that look.
Like he’s far too happy with himself for being the reason behind it.
He turns fully towards you this time, leaning back against the counter. There’s a knowing look in his eyes, crinkled a bit by his smile. “You always smile like that when I cook for you.”
Your stomach, that traitor, does an embarrassing little flip.
“I do not.”
“You do, love.”
Before you can argue, he’s sliding the leftover icing bowl across the counter.
“Do you want the rest?” The chef places a spoon down with a quiet clink, like he already knows you will.
You stare at it for a beat, and then, with a soft smile, you grab it.
“Thank you,” You murmur. Of course, he remembers how much you like frosting.
Thankfully, you don’t notice the way he looks at you, skin warm in a way that has nothing to do with the oven heat.
It’s quiet for another long moment as Sanji begins to clean the counters.
“Can I help?”
Sanji glances up. “Help?”
“You’re cleaning, and all I’m doing is sitting here eating icing.” You set the bowl down. “Seems pretty unfair.”
He shakes his head, followed by the quiet squeak of the cleaning spray. “Oh no, ma chérie. I’m alright.”
But of course, you don’t listen.
And why would you? You’ve seen it yourself. All Sanji does is give, without expecting much of anything in return. Sometimes, during late nights like this one, you wonder what it’d be like to take care of him.
You’re up before he can protest any further, the barstool quietly sounding against the wooden floor.
He turns, watching as you round the island.
“Mon coeur—”
“Yes?” You glance over your shoulder, turning on the faucet.
Something about your look makes Sanji pause for a moment, before sighing dramatically. There’s something in his eyes that’s softened, though not from exhaustion.
“You can be real stubborn, you know that?” He’s beside you now, picking up a drying towel from the rack.
A quiet chuckle leaves your lips. “So are you, Sanji. Especially when it comes to being taken care of.”
He’s silent for a few seconds, taking one of the plates from your hand. You return your attention to another plate, scrubbing lightly.
"...You worry too much."
When you glance up, Sanji is still smiling. But it isn’t like his more charming or playful ones. Instead, it’s softer.
More…him.
“Yeah? Well…” When you pass him another plate, you don’t let your gaze linger, despite how much you want it to. “...You deserve to be worried over.”
It’s silent for a moment. The only sound between you two now is the running faucet.
Something about the way you say it makes his expression falter, just for a moment. So certain. Like there isn’t a doubt in your mind about it.
The plate in his hand stills. Then he chuckles softly.
"You're too kind to me, ma chérie."
Somehow, his smile has made it onto your face instead.
“I mean it.” You murmur.
From there, the two of you work in a comfortable silence. A couple more dishes pass between your hands, a few more minutes drifting by.
Waves gently rock the bottom of the Sunny.
And before long, the kitchen is clean.
a/n: this is extremely self-indulgent because i personally love cinnamon rolls, but anyways, thank you for reading !!
Author’s Note : Okay so! As someone who adores My Hero and has their Tumblr blog themed after it, how have I never written anything for it?? I have no idea! But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this post! Might make some more based off of this, but thank you for reading!
✦•─ ⊹ ⊱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱʟᴀʙʏᴜʟ ⊰ ⊹ ─•✦
Yes Your Majesty : This quirk allows the user to create heart-shaped projectiles that stick to living targets. Once a target is marked, their quirk is instantly nullified if they attempt to use it against the caster. This remains the same if tried against other marked individuals. These hearts do not come off, but fade with time.
Drawbacks include :
˖ ৻ꪆ ݁˖ || These projectiles can technically be used to counter physical attacks, but they’re incredibly fragile and disappear upon impact.
˖ ৻ꪆ ݁˖ || The quirk’s effect progressively drops if the user has marked multiple people at once.
˖ ৻ꪆ ݁˖ || Overuse of this ability will result in headaches for the quirk user. There are even moments where a tired loopiness will take effect for a little while.
What Type of Hero? : A hero that possesses this quirk is someone with good people skills. They understand the public opinion and prefer to use reason over aggressive techniques. More of a Social Hero, that specializes in quieter work outside of combat: they work security, capture villains, or deescalate violence when they can. They could even provide support and protection to Battle Heroes.
✦•─ ⊹ ⊱ ᴘᴏᴍᴇꜰɪᴏʀᴇ ⊰ ⊹ ─•✦
White As Snow : This quirk allows the user to emit a shimmering, white powder that resembles snowfall. The user can even manipulate its direction and produce varying amounts of it from their body. This powder will immediately calm an individual’s state of mind, as they drift into a deep slumber. The sleep lasts depending on how much powder a target has touched.
Drawbacks include :
˖ 𑣿 ݁˖ || The sleeping powder will only take effect if someone makes skin contact with it. An individual who is completely covered or possesses some kind of shield will not fall asleep.
˖ 𑣿 ݁˖ || Overuse of this quirk will result in the user becoming extremely drowsy. There is even the rare occasion they will fall asleep if they also touch the powder, but the user has a much higher tolerance compared to others.
What Type of Hero? : A hero that possesses this quirk is someone who understands their own limits, yet strives to overcome them. They are dedicated, yet slow and composed in their approach. This hero is someone who works as a Defense Hero, holding the front lines. They enter the field with only one goal in mind: stop chaos in its tracks before it can even begin. Whether that’s confronting villains or calming mass crowds.
✦•─ ⊹ ⊱ ᴅɪᴀꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ ⊰ ⊹ ─•✦
Midnight Mystique : This quirk allows the user to nullify a person's mind. Touching a target will cause them to temporarily lose their train of thought, leaving them in a drowsy trance. In this state, a target is unable to remember what they were doing and could even forget their current location. However, the quirk leaves a target feeling lighter and in a calmer state of mind.
Drawbacks include :
˖ 𓆩𓆪 ݁˖ || This quirk only works when the user touches someone. Once the user touches the same person again, the quirk’s effects are completely erased. This is not effected by bare skin contact.
˖ 𓆩𓆪 ݁˖ || All targets will be encased in a faint, illuminated glow when the quirk is in effect. So it’s easy to tell who is under the sleeping spell.
˖ 𓆩𓆪 ݁˖ || Overuse of this quirk will result in the user becoming drowsy as well. If the user touches too many people at once, they will eventually fall asleep.
What Type of Hero? : A hero that possesses this quirk is someone that prefers to fly under the radar. Much like Eraserhead, they dislike the spotlight, and would rather move as an Underground Hero in order to keep their element of surprise. Situations such as investigations, gathering info, or tailing criminals are best suited for someone who can hold their own without too many individuals involved.
✦•─ ⊹ ⊱ ꜱᴀᴠᴀɴᴀᴄʟᴀᴡ ⊰ ⊹ ─•✦
Pack Track : This quirk grants the user symbiotic, monster-like creatures that can materialize from their body. These creatures are sentient, with a strong physical and mental connection to their host. Anything these creatures hear, see, or smell will be automatically conveyed to the user. They are devoted to their host and act as the perfect protecters.
Drawbacks include :
˖ ☾ ݁˖ || Given these creatures are sentient, they each have their own personalities. This sometimes makes it difficult to keep them in line.
˖ ☾ ݁˖ || The host can alter a creature’s size once they materialize; from the size of a small dog to around 5ft in height. So they are not always suitable for stealth.
˖ ☾ ݁˖ || The quirk user can only create 5 creatures at max, but overuse can drain them of physical strength.
What Type of Hero? : A hero that possesses this quirk is someone well suited for multitasking. They hear all, see all, know all? Any action they take has been planned down to the tiniest detail, in order to prepare for danger. Their quirk benefits the role of a Rescue Hero; monitoring and locating trapped civilians. But working Support could also be useful. Planning attacks and takedown strategies come easy, but nevertheless, villains should beware their brute force.
Author’s Note : Ooooookay so! This is another TWST mini-headcanon and I guess a continuation of this post? I’m mostly doing this because I can’t belive My Hero is already over and I haven’t finished the final season yet! I’m still not ready I’ve been a fan since high school! 😭
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💥 ⚡️ 📚 🌃 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Anywho. . . I decided to combine both of my hyperfixations into a post! I like the idea of an actual superhero, someone who embodies the pinnacles of goodness, in a villain-themed school. 😅 Like I can imagine absolute shenanigans, but at the same time, Hero! MC would be a very big help in deep moments.
Hero! MC though is sort of like the big brother/sister of the first & second years; especially if they’re older than them or already an adult. Like, imagine Grim trying to skip class as always, until MC uses their quirk to stop him or they just yank him by the scruff. Holding him like a baby as they nag at him down the hallway.
Hero! MC would definitely be the first one Ace and Deuce would come to when escaping the wrath of their dorm leader. They’d use MC as this human shield, Ace yelling at them to use their quirk before getting flicked on his cheek. Regardless, it’s MC to the rescue when a red enraged Riddle barges into the room; but he wouldn’t hurt them, he cares about them too much (^v^).
Obviously Hero! MC would keep a close eye on characters such as Ruggie or the Octavinelle trio. They’re the least likely to fall for one of their little schemes due to how many villains or weird characters they’ve had to put away. But of course like a proper good guy, they try to encourage them into using better outlets for their problems! Mostly Azul since MC helped defeat him in his Overblot Mode.
But if the Hero! MC ever worked in Quirk Counseling, I’d like to imagine them having little sessions with some of the more overpowered characters. I can see people going to MC for a lot of things though. They WILL cry if someone calls them their hero, even if it’s for something small or silly like opening a jar.
Due to their training, Crowley has Hero! MC working as the Defense Magic Teacher’s TA oooooor they’re a security guard! The latter can be only if they’re older than the typical student age, but it could also be a way to earn money? But of course MC holds back for the sake of their friends!
Regardless of their quirk though, Hero! MC is a force to be reckoned with! There’s a reason they’re so famous around campus; if anything happens to their boys, they will come RUNNING. Training is one thing, but I bet the only times they’ve ever seen MC at their full strength is when facing an Overblot.
I also have this cute idea where during the Scary Monsters event, Hero! MC wears their costume for funsies. And they end up taking a lot of pictures with people! Speaking of hero costumes, Idia would have a field day checking out all the support gear MC uses. He might even make them new gadgets once they become proper friends.
Hello fellow Twst fan! I just wanted to say hi! 👋🏽 I loved your Idia post btw, it’s so cool seeing another TWST Christian fan! 🙌🍰
Omg, hi!
Right! I'm so glad you sent this ask (>v<)!! There's so few of us, i swear it's like finding a needle in a haystack!
And can i just say i love your blog?
So cutesy and aesthetic 💕!!
And Rielle as your pfp, he's such a pretty boy!
Aww tysm, i'm really glad you liked it! Lol, i had such a bad case of writers block (i still do tbh T-T) so i just wanted to write something even it wasn't my best, and i realized i hadn't written a single TWST one-shot, and that's how that idia one-shot came to be!
pairing: luffy x reader
synopsis: Luffy finds your old letters hidden behind years of dust, cobwebs and painful memories. Well forced to relieve that moment when he lost you, he also remembers the
themes: grief, angst, hurt, doomed lovers trope, one sided love (for a time)
w.c: 2.7 k
note: third person, no use of y/n, reader is implied to have a crush on luffy + was a childhood friend :)
warnings: reader has died, this is luffy relieving the memories from your shared childhood through your letters, as well as your death, luffy might be a bit ooc, sorry for that.
songs: arcade by Duncan Laurence, Lovelt by Billie eilish & we don't talk anymore by Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez
a/n: i...this was supposed to be a kid Luffy fic...why did it turn into angst?!? well, here's my debut long fic ig, not proofread or double-checked, just the way i like it. also i haven't actually gotten this far in the anime, as in after marineford, and the only reason ik about luffy's childhood is through clips on youtube, so bear with me when it comes to all the (hopefully not) obvious inaccuracies! divider made by the wonderful @/honeyluvsw!
You were dead.
He knew that.
So why had he come here?
How had he found himself on the other side of the ship, where your room resided...or he supposed it was just a room, no longer yours.
It was empty, cold even.
He didn't like it, hated it really.
Hated coming anywhere near this side of the ship.
Because It only ever reminded him of the one thing he could never have back, that no matter how strong he'd become, how many goals he achieved, he could never bring you back.
He turned to leave.
But something caught his eye, as he looked through the slight opening of your- the door, he noticed it.
A slight opening in between the wooden planks of your bookshelf.
He hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him (as it always did. as it had that day.), as he took one step after another into the room.
It felt wrong.
After all these months, life without you was like the planets without an orbit.
Terrifying, destructive chaos.
The kind that was filled with a cold emptiness, one that he could never shake.
The kind that left a quiet that was somehow both loud and jarring.
The kind that tore out his heart, and instead of breaking it, had left it misshapen, bruised and irreversibly scarred.
The kind that made him wonder what the point of dreaming was if you weren't going to cross the finish line together.
It wasn't something he would ever get use to.
Because everything felt wrong without you there.
It felt wrong being in your room without you.
It felt wrong laughing with his crew when you weren't there.
It felt wrong fighting without you by his side.
It felt wrong stealing food from the kitchen without you to share it with.
It felt wrong to dream without you there to cheer him on.
But he knew that the wrongness would slowly leave a numbing ache behind, a cold shadow casted over the you-shaped hole that had been left behind.
And so he hesitantly reached for the cracks in the wooden boards of your makeshift bookshelf.
He remembered the day you had brought the idea to him, with that bright smile of yours, you had asked if he wanted to help build your bookshelf.
Of course, he had said yes, he could never say no to you.
A small, sad smile formed on the edge of his lips as he brushed his fingers against the fractured wooden boards.
The paint had long since worn off, time and lack of care had taken it's toll on the shelf, and it was all but leaning against your nightstand.
Reaching within the empty space, he felt his fingers brush against the familiar rich texture of linen paper.
His breath hitched as realization hit.
These were letters.
But why had you hidden them away?
He almost took his hand back, but his curiosity (once again) got the better of him, and he gently grabbed them and took them out of their hiding spot.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he placed the four letters on the ground and ordered them by date.
He started with the one that was written 12 years ago, when you were both just kids.
Ace, Sabo, you better not be reading this! >:(
He chuckled softly, you always did hide your things from those two. Fighting them if you even thought they went through your stuff.
Only Laughy Luffy can read this! And you're not Luffy!
Oh?
His interest was peaked, a small grin forming on his lips as he continued on.
Hi Luffy! If you're reading this it has to be you, right?Anyway, i decided to start writing these letters to you cause Makino told me you might read 'em smoeday someday! And i wanted to remember our adventures together! Today you were showing us your cool move! You called it da tha "gum-gum baloon"! And it was so cool! You made yourself really big and-
He stopped.
He couldn't do this.
Reading this letter only brought back the painful memory of you, your smile, even as a kid it was bright.
You with your gap-toothed smile, laughing with every new adventure.
A drop of water fell on the letter, causing the ink to smudge.
Tears.
He immediately held it away.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" he tried drying it off with his sleeve, but only ended up making it worse.
"Dammnit, i didn't mean to cry like that!" he apologized, then realized there was no one here to apologize too.
Wiping the tears with his sleeve, he took another deep breathe in and carried on.
You made yourself really big and even Sabo was impressed! I thought it was awesome! But then Ace was being a meanie-pants and kicked you! And then Sabo joined in! I didn't know wat to do because ther both bigger and shtronger than me, but then i kicked ace's shin, and you ended up landing safely on the ground! :D
He chuckled, he still remembered that proud grin you wore after kicking Ace, who had then chased after you rigorously, until Sabo stepped in to save you, and you had all gone home.
I wish I had a devil fruit power, maybe I could be strong liek like you and Sabo...even Ace is stronger than I am.
And that was where the letter ended, abrupt and sudden as all endings seemed to be.
Placing the paper back down he immediately straightened out the crumples he had caused by clutching it far too tightly.
It wasn't fair.
None of it was.
Because you were-
Yes, you were, the strongest person Luffy had ever met.
You never second-guessed yourself.
You always put others needs before your own.
You trained for years before leaving Foosha village, wanting to be strong enough to protect everyone you loved because you had blamed yourself for Sabo's 'death'.
A searing pain swirled throughout his chest, placing itself firmly around his heart.
You had never gotten to see Sabo, you had never gotten to know he was alive.
You had died the same way Ace had, protecting someone you loved.
Protecting him.
He wished things had gone differently.
He wished-
No.
No, there was no point in wishing for things that could not be.
That could never be.
He would move forward, as he always did, as you would want him to, as he owed you.
...
But just this once, just for today, he'd live in the past, if only to see another glimpse of you, however fleeting.
He grabbed the next letter.
This one was written right after Ace had left Dawn island.
It's just me and Luffy now.
Sabo is dead and Ace has just left.
So I guess I don't need to worry about them reading these anymore.
I almost wish I still could...
And this one isn't to Luffy either!
It's just for me, to get everything out.
I know we promised we'd leave once we turned 17 but i didn't think
that day would ever come.
Luffy and I still have three more years before we leave and we've been training really hard so that we're ready for whatever the sea throws at us!
But...can I be honest?
I'm scared.
Really scared.
The idea of going out to sea all by ourselves, with no idea where we're going isn't all that reassuring. But I'm glad I'm not going alone! I feel a lot braver with Luffy at my side, like I can do anything as long as we're together, y'know.
I really hope he doesn't read this, that would be so embarrassing!
But then again, it's Luffy, he probably thinks I like him just as a friend. And i'd like to keep it that way, if only for a little while. He has a dream, to become King Of The Pirates...and I know this may seem weird but i really think he can do it! If anyone can it'll be Luffy for sure! I don't want to be a distraction to him, plus he's probably not interested in being anything other than friends.
Let's be honest, Luffy's more interested in being a pirate and eating food than romance, he probably doesn't know the difference between his love for food and his love for his friends and family, for me.
Anyway I better get going, Luffy's out training on his own and i can't fall behind! I need to become strong enough to protect him, and fast enough to keep up with him! Because knowing Luffy he'll be getting in all sorts of trouble the moment he hits the sea!
He almost wished he hadn't read that.
"Not interested...is that how I seemed?" he murmured to himself, then he played back every interaction between the two of you and it him as clear as day.
He had treated like everyone else.
The same smile, the same jokes, the same laugh, the same everything.
And that made him sick.
Because that wasn't how he felt in the slightest when it came to you.
Every smile was for you, every joke was too see you laugh, every laugh was to keep you close.
How had he failed so miserabely?
He knew exactly why. It was the same reason you had died. A new adventure had called his name and he had answered it, dragging you along with him, your fate had been sealed the moment you met him.
He reached for the next letter.
This one was right after Ace's death.
It was shorter compared to the other ones, the writing messy and clumped together, as if you couldn't quite believe what you were writing but forced out the words anyway.
he's dead.
i can't believe he's dead.
Ace isn't someone who should die.
he was this impossible figure i couldn't reach, a shadow that loomed over me and all my achievements, and yet he was like an older brother to me, the one who burned a path for me and Luffy to follow.
he was epitome of strength and confidence, the kind that forced you to see how weak you were in comparison.
he was brave and stubborn and strong and kind...he was everything i wanted to be
I guess that's why I always butted heads with him.
I wish...I wonder...
do you think he knew how much I loved him?
and then at the bottom were three short sentences, crossed out multiple times, and smudged as if someone had tried rubbing it out but had failed to do so.
i wasn't even there.
i wasn't there to save him.
what kind of monster am i?
Is this how you had really felt?
Is this what haunted your dreams and fuelled your nightmares, the thought that Ace didn't know how much you loved him, and that you were somehow responsible for his death?
He remembered when you had run to him, as he clutched Ace's dead body and screamed to the open sky.
You had comforted him, held him, and made things more bearable, if only just a little bit.
And what had he done for you?
Nothing.
He had the crew disband for two years to get stronger, and you had been forced to suffer in silence, to suffer all alone.
That thought alone was enough for him to lose his will to read on.
But as he placed the letter down, he caught the date of the last letter.
Two days before you had died.
Two days before he had led you to your death.
It was short, and abrupt as always as if you had expected to be back to give more detail later on.
Why would you have expected otherwise?
He sucked in a painful breath, and forced himself to pick it up.
Because forgetting you was something he refused to ever do, and he owed you this, after everything he'd done, and everything he hadn't.
We've docked at new town, I don't remember what Nami said it was called, but it's a peaceful place, though i've heard dangerous rumours of the forest at the islands edge.
Hopefully we can avoid going there, though knowing Luffy that's exactly where we'll be going.
Speaking of Luffy, It seems dinners ready, he's called me to head to the deck, it's my turn to help Sanji set up so I really should get going!
I'll add on to this later, when i've learned more about the Island we've docked on.
You wouldn't add on to it later.
And it was all because of him.
✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦
"(Name)~" Luffy called, not knocking on the door before entering (as he always did)
You looked up from your logbook, and gave him that all too familiar grin.
"What do you want now Lu?" you had asked teasingly, placing your book and pens aside.
Leaning closer, he gave you that look, the one that said adventure was knocking on your door.
"Let's go on an adventure!"
And the next you knew you were out the door, off the ship and racing through whatever new town Luffy had decided to stop at this time.
But not before hearing the crew call after you.
"Oi keep Luffy out of trouble, y'hear me (name)!"
"Make sure he doesn't spend too much money- Or better yet, don't spend money at all!"
"Please keep each other safe!"
"Don't get hurt!"
"Tell us what happened once you get back!"
"(Name)-chan~, i'll make you your favourite dessert once you return!"
You laughed, waving with your free hand as you called over your shoulder
"Will do! See you later!"
After an hour or so, you had found yourselves in a forest, the trees were huge and covered any view of the sky.
"So what's this adventure you were talking about Lu?" you asked
"Shishishi, I heard there was a hugeeee monster out here and that it could breath water!" he stretched out his arms so that they reached the top of the trees, as if he needed to show just how amazingly big it was.
Wait a minute-
"Did you just say it 'breathes water'?"
He nodded, as if was the most normal thing in the world...which you supposed it technically was.
"Yup, not fire, water!"
Something just wasn't adding up.
"But you're weak to water, and why are we looking for it anyway, it's not like we can eat i-"
And then it clicked
"You're kidding" you half-laughed, half-sighed
"Nope! It'll be delicious!" and then as if summoned by your conversation, the monster itself appeared.
It was a dinosaur, or at least you thought it was, though you had never seen a dinosaur quite like this one, attached to its elbows were thin blades, almost like swords. It's snout was long and almost shaped like the front of a cannon.
"I guess that'll make shooting and aiming water much easier" you noted, you'd have to write about it in your log once you got to the ship.
And then Luffy had attacked it, going straight for its head.
And usually that would work.
The creature would be knocked dead on its feat and Luffy would drag it back to the ship.
But this creature was intelligent, you could tell that much from the calculating look in its eyes.
You saw the blade coming his way, it would cut right through his chest, and your captain, your best friend and the future king of the pirates would die in some unnamed forest in the middle of nowhere.
You wouldn't have that.
You couldn't have that.
And so you took the hit in his stead.
All that training back on Dawn Island had come to use.
Well Luffy had focused on offensive attacks, you had focused on your speed.
If you were faster than your opponent you could land the first and last blow without risking death or injury.
But this time your speed was used as a sacrifice.
For Luffy it happened all in slow motion.
He had seen the blade coming his way, he reached out his arm to use the trees to change his path, but he clutched at empty air, he had forgotten how tall the trees actually were and miscalculated.
But in a blink of an eye you were there, right in front of him, materializing out of nowhere, and as the monster slashed open your chest you had turned to him, hair flying wildly, blood spraying everywhere, and yet you were grinning a defiant glint shining in your eyes as you shouted out your last words.
The ones that would urge him on even at his lowest moments.
"You better become...King Of The Pirates!"
a/n pt 2: yeesh, forgive for the crappy ending 😭. writing that last bit was a struggle, but please tell me what you thought of it! and constructive criticism is always welcome, as long as it's said nicely :)! i'll probably edit this later on, but for now take this!
Hi, could you do a gokurakugai Yoru/Jin sfw alphabet? I saw your alma alphabet and rlly liked it!!
Hello there sweet anon 💕!!
Thank you so much, i'm really glad you enjoyed it! There's so few Alma works out there i just had to write something for him!
Currently i'm on a bit of an hiatus due to school, and swamped with other requests, but! Once i finish up this semester and the first requests i'll be sure to get this one started! So sorry, but it might take awhile!
warnings: this one is a bit more angsty, mentions of abuse and mistreatment
notes: proofread and spellchecked, all mistakes you see are from my tired brain
synopsis: What happens when the crews sweethearted angel falls in love with the gruff swordsman, and vice versa?
You were the Strawhats angel, innocent, sweet, and easy to love.
The way you always managed to make everyone smile, and knew exactly when someone needed cheering up was what gave you the nickname angel.
You had this effortless way of bringing up others, encouraging them, and strengthening their resolve.
It was just natural, something that was seemingly encoded into your very DNA - along with your pretty pink hair and literal angel wings, that (as Sanji claimed) made your already angelic features all the more heavenly.
Though technically the wings had only appeared after you had eaten the Angel Angel Devil Fruit, but that was a story for another time (aka never).
And life had taught you that the hard way, that that was the only possible you that could be loved.
So you smiled brightly, talked loudly and loved unapologetically.
And it worked, everyone loved and accepted you, just like that.
And you loved every second of it.
Running through busy streets hand-in-hand with Nami as she stole yet another rich mans wallet, laughing as Ussop told you one of his stories with enthusiastic hand gestures, taking peaceful walks with Sanji as you headed to buy groceries and teased each other relentlessly, watching in amusement as Luffy stuffed his face with you and Sanji's cooking as he simultaneously begged for more.
And it wasn't like you were faking everything when you were with your friends, you did love them, dearly, but your heart was always prepared to shut itself off - a sort of defense mechanism you had built up over the years, as you waited for the time they'll finally see you for who you are and decide there was nothing worth staying for.
Just like everyone else did.
But other than that everything was good! Great, even!
…If only for the one, small, teensy weensy annoyance.
The fact that Roronoa Zoro hated your guts.
You could see it in the way he outright ignored your presence when you and the crew were all together, it was in the way his frown seemed to deepen when he found himself alone with you, and It was in the way he'd make sure to avoid you at all costs.
What made it worse is you had no clue what you had done, so you couldn't fix things or even apologize (and the fact that you always turned into a nervous mess when he was around didn't help).
Whenever you tried asking him about it, it was If your body shut down, your smile thinning, your shoulders stiffening, and your wings fluttering anxiously whenever you were anywhere near him.
And you hated it, because you owed him so much for saving you that day, and still hadn't found a way to pay him back for it.
At first you had suspected it was because you were the newest member of the crew, and he just hadn't warmed up to you yet, but then you saw the way he treated the others, and you couldn't help but wonder what you were doing wrong.
You let out a loud sigh, all this thinking was making your wings ache
"Ooh, is someone in love~" Nami teased, bumping shoulders with you as your body once again betrayed you, and noticeably stiffened the moment Zoro walked by, not even glancing your way, as if disinterested at the very idea of you
You frowned, at the new word you had yet to hear spoken, it wasn't a word your captor had ever used, was it some sort of food, or a disease?
"...love?" you repeated, confused
Now it was Nami's turn to frown, then with wide eyes she exclaimed
"You don't know - ok, let me quickly explain, loving someone is when you have special feelings or affections for them and only them" when she sees that you still seem confused she tries again, simpler this time
"You know how you make sure that dumbas- I mean, Zoro, doesn't train himself to the ground - you bring him water, food you've personally made, stuff like that. Or when you pick flowers for him and leave them on his hammock, that kind of stuff, now tell me why you do it?"
For a moment you remained silent, thinking
"Because I care about him, helping him and making sure he's taken care of makes me happy"
At that Nami smiled, giving your hair a soft ruffle she said sweetly
"Exactly, those feelings you have for him, that's what love is"
You paused,
"So I don't have a deadly disease?"
She laughed, swinging her arm around your shoulder she replied
"Nope, though I do have to wonder what you see in him"
You smiled softly, remembering that day, the day he saved you, it was more than just his swords, it was his voice, the way he spoke softly to you, the way he refused to leave until you came with him, the way-
"He probably loves you too"
"...hah?!" you squeaked, the tips of your ears turning pink at the thought of him liking you back
Waving your arms wildly, you exclaimed
"No, no way! He's too good for me!"
Nami stared at you as If you had grown another pair of wings out of your head, but before she could shut you down another voice replied
"No such thing darling, you're a literal angel, nothings too good for you" Sanji added, appearing from out nowhere
You jumped at his sudden appearance, then bashfully replied
"Thank you, Sanji-san..."
"Anything for you love" he murmured, reaching to kiss your hand-
"Oi, cook! Did you move my swords?!" Zoro shouted from across the ship
Sanji grimaced, straightened himself, and shouted back
"So what if I did, you shouldn't have left them on the kitchen counter ya idiot!"
"Come here and say that to my face, you coward!" Zoro shot back
Sanji let out a long-winded sigh, bowing to you both he muttered,
"Forgive me, It seems I have things to attend"
As he walked away, you both called after him
"Please don't die Sanji-san!"
"You better come back alive, I'm expecting dinner when I get back!"
Letting her arm fall back to her side, Nami turned to you grinning
"Enough of that sappy stuff, how about we head to town instead, and see what we can steal before it gets dark"
Your eyes widened happily, stealing was the fun game Nami had taught you about!
You would distract the target, well she stole everything she could!
"Ok, Nami-san!"
"Alright then, let's head out!"
"Oh, and one more thing" your wings began twitching nervously as you waited for her to continue
"Just call me Nami" not waiting for your reply she walked off, leaving you to follow her, wings hanging limp as you murmured
"I'll try…Nami" you whispered, wings hanging limp on your back as you followed her off the boat and towards the town
"So you've got it bad for that one, not that I can blame you, she's a cutie" Sanji muttered taking a sip from his mug
All Zoro could think was how the hell he got himself stuck in his current situation
he had called over the cook for a duel, he'd been bored and needed an excuse to do something, seeing that the cook had moved his swords had merely helped his case.
So how did I get myself stuck in some kind of counselling session?
"She's special to you, I can tell, heck, anyone with eyes can see that"
"I don't know what you're talking about" he muttered, pointedly avoiding the cooks gaze as he took another swig of beer
There was nothing special about you, not the way your feather soft hair cascaded down your shoulder in waves, or the way you always seemed to be carved from light, or the way that dress you always wore (the one you had worn the same day you met) fit snugly against your figure, giving your already sweet features a soft glow that he couldn't quite shake off.
….
all that was besides the point.
The point being, that he held no special feelings towards you, none whatsoever
"Alright, then you won't mind if I steal her for myself"
He stiffened, mug half-way to his lips, the way he clenched his cup gave away his barely restraint seething,
"Shut the hell up, ya damn cook" downing the rest of his drink he got up and left, but not before he heard the cook call after him
"I'm just saying, if you keep up this attitude someones gonna sweep her off her feet, from right under your nose"
The town was alive and bustling with all sorts of people, despite the fact that it was getting dark.
Zoro hated it all, the loud noise and constant chattering, but he hoped all the buzzing activity would keep certain thoughts from entering his brain
But no matter how much he tried to push thoughts of you out of his mind, you just kept on returning, almost like you belonged there like you were haunting him
And with that came the guilt ridden thought of how he hadn't spoken to you since that day.
And he knew you were trying to get to know him, that was obvious through the way you always made sure to take care of him, and all the times you went out of your way to check up on him-
Sighing, he grumbled
"All this damn thinking is getting me nowhere"
Walking past a stall with caged creatures of every kind he couldn't help but remember the first time you had both met...
"What the hell is this" he muttered under his breath, as he made his way through countless cages that were littered across the large warehouse, in them were animal hybrids of all kinds, some with five horns, and others with eyes covering their entire head.
"I almost wish I'd forgotten to bring the flashlight" he grumbled as the flashlight illuminated a pair of glowing red eyes that moved with him, then added (because he had too, and not because a sudden chill went down his spine)
"That damn cook should've gone instead, i'd have been fine watching the ship on my own"
That's when a clatter rang across the warehouse, causing the sudden silence to abruptly end in a cacophony of noise.
Gripping the hilt of his sword he began slowly moving towards the noise, as he reached the end of the warehouse he noticed one of the cages was much larger than the others and had some kind of creature with wings-
His eyes widened a fraction, the horror of what he was seeing finally setting in
It wasn't some winged creature, it was a winged human, it was you - covered in cuts and bruises, wings bent at unatural angles, and a thin frame, almost skeleton like.
Only one thought flooded his mind, he needed to get you a doctor, to Chopper, as fast as possible.
Quickly he unsheathed his sword, and cut off the lock with one swift slash.
Opening the cage door, he waited for you to leave, but you only hid deeper inside
"You've got to be kidding me…" he thought to himself, couldn't you tell you didn't have much time left if you stayed here any longer?
Then a sudden thought popped in his head
What would Luffy do?
He snorted, yeah right, as if that would change anything
…but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?
Quickly looking left, right, and then behind for good measure, he crouched in front of the cage, muttering
"This stays between you and me got it?"
You had merely stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes
"My dream it to become the greatest swordsman alive, even greater than Dracule Mihawk, and no great swordsman would leave if they saw you trapped like this, so come with me"
All of a sudden the warehouse lights flickered on, someone was coming
"Please, come with me"
it was if the pleading tone in his voice had broken through to you after all, or maybe your captor came and you didn't want to face him, either way he helped you up, then seeing the way your legs shook with the effort he carried you on his shoulder and ran out the backdoor
"Don't misunderstand, I'm all for a fight, just can't risk the whole place blowing up in the process, y'hear me, I'm no coward" he said, desperately trying to keep you awake, as he continued running towards The Going Merry
You let out a soft whimper, as you were jolted around with every step.
Carefully he shifted his hold on you so that he was holding you securely against his chest
Reaching the ship he was met face-to-face with a worried Nami
"Where have you-" than, spotting you in his arms, she immediately led him to where Chopper was, no questions asked
Chopper immediately got all his items, and led them to Nami's room
"Place her on the bed, but don't let her lie down, the bones in her wings are severely injured, we don't want to put anymore pressure on them then we have to."
"First things first I have to clean the open wounds, Nami mind handing me the clean bandages"
"Got it"
Feeling out of place Zoro gave you one last glance before leaving, swearing he heard you murmur a soft "Thank you" as he headed out.
Later they had found out that you had lived in that warehouse, that cage, for years, ever since you were little and had accidentally eaten a devil fruit you had found in the wild, the moment your parents heard the price people were willing to pay for you and your devil fruit powers they had sold you off to the highest bidder, which was how you had found yourself rotting away in that cage all those years.
Luffy had been sympathetic towards you, and immediately gathered his crew to get some payback on your behalf.
Let's just say no one would ever be selling another human on that island again...
Trudging through the still busy streets, he headed towards a stand where swords were being displayed, not that he needed any more, just looking through them was enough, until he caught a familiar flash of pink out of the corner of his eye.
You.
Looking around he couldn't find Nami anywhere, had you both gone your separate ways?
He snorted, yeah right. as if nami would let her self-proclaimed "little sister" out of her sights.
Had you gotten lost?
He doubted it, after all, you were practically attached to Nami's hip since the moment you had recovered
Turning back towards you he noticed the fearful expression on your face, the way your wings were tucked tightly against your back.
Before he knew it, he was beside you grabbing your hand as he led you through the crowd.
This was not part of the plan...
"Zoro, what are you doing here" you murmured, surprised, but allowing him to drag you away nonetheless
You had been with Nami, about to find a new target when all of a sudden you had lost sight of her, and since you didn't know where you were you had wandered aimlessly, until Zoro found you
"He always seems to be the one find me..." you couldn't help but think, it was as If some part of him knew when you needed you him, at that your wings fluttered as a small smile made it's way across your face
"Got bored of the cook's company"
"Oh..."
"I found someone much better..." you stared at his back with wide eyes
"...me?"
he snorted,
"No, the other winged girl behind you"
you looked behind you, seeing no one there (and being your oblivious self) you couldn't help but add
"But Zoro, there's no one there"
"..."
For a moment silence filled the air as he led you out of town and towards the rural hills at the outskirts of the island.
But your thoughts were occupied, as you realize that this was the first conversation you and Zoro had had ever since that day.
That is, until you finally took in your surroundings and gasped.
You had long since left the dirt roads of the town and in their place was a grassy field that seemed to stretch to the ends of the island.
You were in awe at the beauty of nature, the way the stars shone brightly in the black canvas that was the sky, or the way fireflies burst from their hiding places within the long grass and flowers as you and Zoro continued running, now through an open field, the full moon giving you a view of everything around you.
This. This was what you had missed all those years locked up in a cage.
Being here, under the full moon and sparkling stars, with Zoro leading the way, you couldn't help but feel the ache In your heart all the more, it was if seeing something so pure and beautiful forced you to look within yourself and you didn't like what you saw - nothing but a bruised and battered heart.
He finally stopped in the middle of the open field, turning to face you he said the last thing you expected to hear from the great Roronoa Zoro.
"I'm sorry"
For a moment you merely stared up at him, at the way the moonlight seemed to soften his usual stern features, at the way his usually styled green hair was in a mess, but what really caught your attention was the way he was looking at you.
Dark brown eyes staring at you with such soft reverence that you wondered if this was some sort of dream.
"I'm sorry" he repeated, as If wanting to make sure you heard, but you remained silent, waiting to see if he would say more, and he did
"I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm sorry for not being able to find the right words, I'm sorry if I made you feel sad or like you did something wrong, because you didn't, you never did, it was just me being a stubborn idiot, and not knowing what to say, and getting frustrated because I didn't know what to say, and then denying my feelings altogether-" he was forced to stop abruptly as you placed your finger against his lips
Meetings his gaze with your own, you smiled brightly, exclaiming
"It's alright!"
"Wha-"
"Let me finish first please"
He shut his mouth and let you speak
"Yes, you ignoring me did make me sad, it made feel like I was doing something wrong" he winced, but let you continue nonetheless
"But I also knew despite the fact that you were ignoring me, you were still a good person, I could tell from the moment you stopped in front of my cage and looked at me like I was human, that I was something worth staying for"
"And even on the ship, I knew you'd always make sure I was comfortable and that the crew made me feel welcomed"
At that Zoro 's eyes widened, and you swore that they took on a glassy look as he let out a shaky breath, before nodding for you to continue
"So thank you, Roronoa Zoro, for always watching out for me, even if you struggled with being near me in the first place, because no one's ever done that for me before I met you."
And it was at moment that Zoro knew he couldn't keep things the way they were, he had to change, if only to see you smile at him like you were now
"I'll be better" he whispered hoarsely, taking your hands in his own he kissed them softly
"From this day forward, I, Roronoa Zoro, vow to stay at your side for the rest of our lives, I'll be with you through it all, the ups and downs and everything in between, I'll take care of you and watch over you, and everyday I'll improve myself so that you never have to be sad because of me, because...because I love you, and because I love you, you can be sure that everything I've said is a promise.
"Love...you love me?" you asked softly
He nodded, as he held you to his chest
The tears came all at once, but they were different than the ones you had cried locked away in the cage, they were...happy?
Stepping back he gently wiped away the tears from your eyes, meeting your gaze he let out a soft breathy laugh
"Didn't I say I didn't want to make you cry?"
You laughed with him, wiping the tears away with your palm you joined him in laying down in the cool grass, as you both admired the sky above.
This, this was perfect.
extra:
Nami headed back to the ship with a smirk of satisfaction, today had been profitable, stealing items that were worth a hefty amount of berry, but that wasn't the only thing lifting her mood.
She headed straight for where Sanji and Ussop were talking in the lower deck, both pausing their conversation to look up at her.
"Where's angel?" Sanji asked, worry apparent on his face
Nami remained silent, grin never leaving her face
"Did you lose her?" Ussop demanded
"Nope, guess who I say our little angel running off with"
They both stared at her with clueless expressions
"Who?"
"Zoro"
"What!"
"You're kidding!"
"Nope, hand over the berry boys"
Reluctantly they handed over the berry
"This is all your fault" Ussop exclaimed turning to Sanji,
"My fault, how is it my fault?" he demanded
"Because you gave Zoro advice"
"Well yeah, I didn't think he was going to use it! He's Zoro"
"Still, it's your fault!"
Tuning out their bickering, Nami smiled, today was a successful day in her book
a/n: this one took me awhile to write, even with the editing I'm not very satisfied with it, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless, anyway feel free to tell me what you thought, comments always make my day! :D
def not my best writing, might edit a bit more later, idk
Random Idia Headcanons + First years and Grim (Pokémon Scarlet And Violet Edition)
a/n: have whatever this is well my requests and WIPS are rotting in my drafts :3
♡ You and Idia both play Pokémon Scarlet/Violet together. Though he constantly complains about the graphics and lag you know he has a soft for the game and the Pokémon he's caught within it.
♡ His team consists solely of cat Pokémon, such as: Meowscarada, Luxury, Persian, Umbreon, Leopard, Meowstic
♡ He's played multiple playthroughs, with a different cat team each time
♡ He named his Umbreon "Grim"
♡ To match with his Umbreon, he caught you an Espeon - "I'll be the offence to your defence...uh I-if that makes sense..."
♡ And so you gifted him his male meowstic, to match with your female one, to which he stuttered "Y-You totally gave me a buff, t-thanks!"
♡ He spends hours customizing his character, mainly the clothing, especially when he heads to new enviorments
♡ He gives all his Pokémon nicknames, naming his Meowscarada "Destroyer of the sea" (because grass types are super effective against water, get it?get it?...yeah I'll shut up now)
♡ You on the other hand were far more sensible and named your Meowscarada "Loki"
♡ You both spend most of your nights grinding to get your Pokémon at a higher level
♡ Idia hates the fairy type gym, he kept on losing to it, that is until you gifted him a Meowstic, which he then gleefully destroyed Ortega's team
♡ Well Idia's team mainly deals in offence, your team balance him out in defence, with Skeleridge as your main 'mon potentially difficult battles were breezed through
♡ sometimes ortho would join you, and unlike your or Idia's team, his was a well balanced mix of offensive and defensive Pokémon, with Quaxely as his starter Pokémon of choice
♡ he also ends up helping out idia alot, and knows every single free code imaginable, safe to stay with Ortho around you and Idia were stacked
♡ sometimes the other first years would join you and Idia (to both his suprise and potential demise)
♡ Ace and Deuce would argue the entire time about how their starter is clearly the better one, well Grim constantly commanded you to catch any legendary or shiny you set your eyes one (which was zero, your luck just sucks, huh?)
♡ Epel was having his own personal beef with Jack, since he got his butt kicked by Jack's ace Pokémon and was on his training arc with the sole goal of beating Jack's ace - a midnight form Lycanrock
♡ Most of the time though it was just you and Idia, playing, talking and laughing in his room as you ate all kinds of junk food and played your worries away
bible verse: "This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it." - Psalm 118:24
♡ It took around 3 years for the crew to figure out when exactly Luffy's birthday was, and it was completely on accident
♡ "It's my birthday, which means I'm 19 years old, finally! At this rate I'll catch up to big bro Ace!" he had cried out of nowhere
♡ there was utter silence, which was then broken with a collective "WHAAAATTTTT"
♡ "One, that's not how birthdays work. Two, today's your birthday?!" you had demanded
♡ the party was planned immediately, that very same day Nami and Robin when out to buy ingredients for a cake, Zoro babysitted kept an eye on Luffy, Chopper and Usopp, well Sanji began preparing the kitchen.
♡ "(name)!" Luffy whined, as he trudged to where you stood at the ships bow.
♡ you turned towards him, or you were going to, instead you became immobile as he draped his arms over your shoulders and clutched you tightly to his chest
♡ chin resting on your shoulder he began to complain, "Zoro won't let me go anywhere! He won't even let me go to the kitchen to grab a snack, and Nami was being extra mean today! She told me not to follow her and Robin, and then she smacked me, and it hurt, lots! And then Sanji kicked me out of the kitchen, and-and Chopper keeps on saying he doesn't wanna spoil something, I thought he was talking 'bout meat, but he ran away before I could ask, even Robin is avoiding me...did I do something wrong? "
♡ You could practically hear the pout forming on his face as he wondered what he had possibly done wrong (or more likely, perfectly good meat spoiling) , turning to half-face him, you ruffled his messy black hair
♡ "dont you worry about a single thing, I'm sure everybody is just really busy right now, but no ones mad at you...at least I dont think so... " you muttered the last part, before smiling brightly once again, hoping the explanation would satisfy him
♡ but thankfully Luffy was Luffy, and therefore nodded at your explanation, satisfied he said
♡ "I don't really get it, but if you say so (name)!"
♡ you smiled, about to respond when you were Interuptted by a very familiar (very ticked off) voice
♡ "oi, (name)! Have you seen our idiot captain anywhere? Can't even take my eyes off him for even a second" Zoro grumbled as he made his way towards you, pausing as he finally caught sight of you and Luffy draped dramatically over you
♡ for a moment there was dead silence as Zoro looked from you to Luffy, then back again, as if wondering how much effort it would take to pry Luffy off of you. Finally, deciding it was most definently not worth the effort or the time, he turned right back the way he came, calling over his shoulder
♡ "he's your problem now, good luck (name) "
♡ as Luffy clutched you tighter, you gave his head a soft pat
♡ "hey, (name)? " Luffy murmured softly
♡ "yeah?"
♡ you're not mad at me, right?"
♡ " 'course not, I could never be mad at you" genuine conviction seeping into your voice, somehow, someway your oblivious captain had made his way deep into your heart, and you could tell it was the same for the rest of the crew
♡ but before Luffy could say anything else, Nami called from the deck
♡ "(Name)! We're ready for him!"
♡ Grinning you grabbed him by the hand, leading him to the deck you said cheekily
♡ "Close your eyes Luffy, or it'll spoil the surprise!"
♡ immediately he closed his eyes, but not before exclaiming excitedly
♡ "Is the surprise food? Is it meat, please let it be meat!!"
♡ Giggling, you said "It's even better!"
♡ "Better than meat?!"
♡ You arrived at the deck, which was covered in an array of balloons, streamers, and gifts, with beautifully plated food covering the tables
♡ everyone stood in a group - Nami grinned up at both of you, Sanji gave you a thumbs up and wink, Robin smiled softly, Usopp and Chopper were jumping up and down excitedly at the prospect of a party, well Zoro gave you a slight nod
♡ turning to Luffy, you smiled, an overwhelming sense of gratefulness washing over you. Your captain may be a clueless idiot most of the time, but he had a way with people that made them want to stick by his side despite It all.
♡ Luffy was a true gift to all of you, and it made It left you overjoyed seeing all the love he'd gotten in return.
♡ "Okay, open your eyes Luffy!"
♡ He didn't wait a second longer, and as he took the decorated deck in, you could practically see the individual sparkles in his eyes
♡ "is this...for me?" he asked hesitantly
♡ "Who else would it be for you idiot! Don't make all the money I spent end up going to waste! Better enjoy every single second of this party!" Nami exclaimed threateningly
♡ "Hey Nami-swan, weren't we supposed to say 'surprise!' first?" Sanji whispered
♡ "Oh shoot-"
♡ "Surprise!" the shout itself was poorly timed, and instead of shouting in unison, it ended up being a mix of different voices at different times
♡ But you could tell Luffy loved it anyway, tears forming in his eyes as he raced down to give everybody a hug
♡ "Y-You guys are the best crew ever!" he shouted through the tears, Usopp and Chopper joined him, hugging him back tearfully, and you could swear that you saw Nami's eyes glaze over, that is, before she whacked him over the head
♡"Of course we are! We put up with you and your shenanigans every single day!"
♡ Luffy ignored her in favour of stretching his arm to drag you into the hug
♡ "Don't think you can get out of this either!"
♡ "Alright, that's enough, way too much physical contact you guys" Zoro grumbled, squirming his way out the hug
♡ "Being so close to Nami-swan, Robin-chan, and (Name)-chan was a true blessing!" Sanji declared, swooning with heart-eyes
♡ and so as the hug disbanded, the party began
♡ Luffy, Usopp and Chopper took turns aiming to hit the Piñata (they all missed), before heading straight for the gifts (you were surprised they hadn't gone their first)
♡ Zoro (as you had expected) went straight for the booze
♡ Nami lamented all the money she spent from her secret stash, well Robin comforted her
♡ And Sanji handed out everyone a slice of sake, giving the biggest piece to the birthday boy
♡ You smiled as you watched them all with fondness, your crew truly was the best, and it was all thanks to a certain future king of the pirates
a/n: sorry for being late to your birthday Lu! and I'm now going to post this and disappear again, so sorry 😢 (I swear I'll come back every now and then, I'm not dead!). but happy birthday to the best captain and future king of the pirates, thanks for always making laugh and smile Luffy, and I can't wait to see where your journey leads you - happy (belated) birthday!
As of now, school is still keeping me busy, but a heavy bout of writers block and lack of motivation is also one of the reasons I haven't been posting recently, and why the requests are taking so long. Hopefully once summer break rolls in I'll feel more motivated to continue writing the requests, either the way the requests will be written, just not as soon as I'd like it to be.
I'll be on a semi-hiatus, though I will post some fics every now and then! So sorry to all the requestors for taking so long, and thank you for being so patient with me!
