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hi I have a couple different espresso shots planned and I'm having a hard time deciding which one to focus on first so I thought I'd throw together an interest check to see what people wanna read
in case you don't know, espresso shots are a collection of one shots of one piece characters set in a modern coffee shop au, you can find the masterlist here
hi I have a couple different espresso shots planned and I'm having a hard time deciding which one to focus on first so I thought I'd throw together an interest check to see what people wanna read
in case you don't know, espresso shots are a collection of one shots of one piece characters set in a modern coffee shop au, you can find the masterlist here
[SUMMARY] trying to keep yourself awake in the crow's nest during your turn as night's watch, you sing yourself an old lullaby. you didn't expect anyone to hear you, though.
[PRONOUNS] gender neutral
[GENRE] soft (?)
[POV] second person
[WORD COUNT] 952
[CONTENT] bonding | late night talks | dialogue heavy
[A/N] got the idea for this listening to lullaby by lord huron btw. highly recommend
âI didnât know you could sing.â
You froze, shoulders going rigid and mouth clamping shut at the unexpected voice. You looked over your shoulder to spot Killer, half-in and half-out of the crowâs nest, mask pointed directly at you.
âI, uh, I canât. Not really.â
It was the dead of night and youâd been assigned lookout. Everyone was asleep, save for a few oddballs here and there that tottered around the ship, doing who knows what. It appeared that Killer was one such oddball on that particular night, and heâd caught you.
âSounded like you could to me.â He shrugged, and then hoisted himself all the way in, crowding you. The crowâs nest was decently sized, but with his large frame he took up a large percentage of the space, causing you to push yourself against the edge.
A fake laugh burst past your lips, and you shook your head. âOh, that? No, I was just messing around, trying to keep myself awake.â You waved your hand dismissively, hoping that the first mate would get the hint and drop the topic.
He didnât. âWhatâs the name of that song? I donât think Iâve heard it before.â
âYouâre not gonna let this go, are you?â You sighed, watching as Killer made no movement and continued to stare at you. Although you couldnât see his eyes, you could feel them. ââŠItâs a lullaby from my home. I donât think it has a name, everyone just called it âLullaby.ââ You shrugged. âNever forgot it, I suppose.â
âCan you sing it again?â
Once again you froze, staring at Killer with eyes as wide as saucers. âWhat? No! Of course not! Why would you ask that?â
Killer shrugged and leaned against the rim of the nest, looking out to the sea. âI canât sleep, and you said itâs a lullaby.â You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off before you could get a sound out. âAnd you have a nice voice.â
Silence overtook the two of you, then. You clenched your jaw and looked away, trying to calm the racing heart in your chest with deep breaths. Killer thought you had a nice voice? This big, strong, scarred, masked man couldnât sleep, and wanted you to sing a lullaby to him? It sounded absurd, absolutely and positively absurd.
So, you told him that. âYouâre crazy. Why would you want to fall asleep in the crowâs nest, anyway? Itâs not comfortable up here at all. Just go do what Kid does and drink until you pass out or something.â
âI wanted to see you.â He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world, and the overwhelming urge to leap from the nest overcame your body. âBut if you donât want to hang out, I can just go-â
âNo,â You cut him off, a foreign panic rising up your throat at the thought of him leaving. You swallowed it down. âStay. Itâs fine. Just⊠Donât ask me to sing for you.â
âYou got it.â Killer eased back into his spot, well, as much as he could in the tight quarters. How he wasnât freezing in his shirt and jeans was a question you didnât want to ask, and to busy yourself, you shifted your focus to the world around you.
A generous amount of time passed in blissful silence, you and the first mate falling into a contentedness to just exist together for the moment. It was rare to experience silence on the Victoria Punk, and rarer still for that silence to be peaceful, so when the opportunity presented itself, you knew to seize it with both hands.
âIf youâre self conscious about your singing, you might want to get a bit better at hiding it.â Killer spoke up without warning, drawing your attention back to him. âYou know how much Kid enjoys music. If he hears you, he wonât let you just slink off and say âno.â Especially not during karaoke night.â
You groaned and raked your hand over your face. âThereâs a reason I hide during those.â You sighed and shook your head. âBut really, I donât get what youâre on about. Kid enjoys good music. Iâm tolerable at best.â
âI disagree.â Killer shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. Apparently sensing your prickliness, he rushed to defend himself. "Iâm not asking for you to sing, I'm just saying that I wouldnât be opposed to hearing you again. That's all.â
A warm feeling swelled in your heart at his words. With a huff you pulled your knees to your chest and looked away, pursing your lips into a pout. âStop trying to sweet talk me, Killer. Iâm supposed to be on watch. I canât get distracted.â
âSweet talk you?â He echoed, sounding amused. âWell, is it working?â
âYou-!â
He chuckled, low and muffled as he ducked his head to hide the sound. The frustrated look on your face melted away as you watched him, an easy smile crawling to your lips as you listened. âI like your laugh.â All sounds and movements ceased from the man, and were you not aware of his complicated feelings towards his laugh, you would have panicked. But you were, so all you did was continue to smile and elaborate. âIt makes me happy. It makes me want to laugh, too.â Killer didnât move, didnât speak; in fact, you thought he stopped breathing.
In an effort to diffuse the tension radiating off of him, you threw an arm over the rim of the nest and rested your chin on it, looking out at the pitch black sea.
And, with a deep breath in and a deep breath out, you began to sing again.
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[SUMMARY] Sitting together on the engawa, you think about what could have been and what could be.
[PRONOUNS] she/her
[GENRE] angst | kind of hurt no comfort?
[POV] third person
[WORD COUNT] 858
[CONTENT] implied potential past kyojuro x reader | implied potential sanemi x kanae | canonical character deaths | dialogue heavy| spoilers | post-infinity arc
It was odd, sitting on the engawa with her, eating freshly made ohagi. It was domestic, comfortable, and serene, a far cry from the environment he used to live in.
The sky was a deep and dark blue, the only light illuminating the two being the outdoor lamps and the stars. They sat side by side, the plate of ohagi between them, as they stared out into the night.
âShinazugawa-sama?â
âIâve told you not to call me that.â
âWere you ever in love?â
The question caught him completely off guard, a piece of rice getting caught in his throat and causing him to cough. She paid him no mind as he tried not to choke.
âI donât know if the corps allowed time for romance, so Iâm curious.â She continued.
With a final cough, Sanemi cleared his throat. âWhy?â
âAs I said, Iâm curious.â He stayed quiet, sensing more words on the tip of her tongue. He didnât have to wait long. âI think I was.â
âIn love?â
âMmhm.â
Sanemi didnât say anything, choosing instead to look over at the woman at his side. She hadnât looked at him, keeping her eyes up and her face neutral. The lamplight dusted her in a soft orange glow.
âYes.â He said eventually, looking away. The stars twinkled.
âDid she die?â
âYes."
âIâm sorry.â She hummed. âThey tend to do that, donât they? The ones we love.â
His heart ached in time with the buzz of the cicadas.
âYes. They do.â
âDid you ever recover from it?â
He wasnât sure why he was entertaining the depressing conversation, but something about her made him feel safe. Seen, like he could answer her truthfully.
âFrom her death?â
âFrom your love.â
He grunted, trying not to think about the flowers that had been planted in the yard.
âI donât know.â
She hummed, pensive, but didnât say anything else, giving him the floor to continue or stop.
âDid you?â He kept his gaze on the sky, searching for the moon.
âI donât think so.â He saw her shoulders sag from the corners of his eyes, a heavy sigh coming from her lips. âI lay awake at night, sometimes, or find myself staring at the candle flames thinking about the what ifâs.â
He understood. Gods, did he understand.
âDid he love you?â
It took a minute for her to answer, and when she did, her words were strained. âIâm not sure. Iâd like to think so,â For the first time since the conversation had begun, he heard the slightest hint of sadness in her voice. âBut I donât know, and that eats me alive.
âDid she love you?â
He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, the crisp air biting his lungs. Somewhere in the distance, a crow called.
âI think so. I hope so. I donât know, either.â
They sat in silence for a moment, letting the wind and the sound of summer bugs fill the air.
âDo you think theyâd forgive us, if we chose to love someone new?â
Sanemi closed his eyes, letting the cool night air run over his skin.
âI think itâs what theyâd want, even if itâs not what weâd want.â Each of his words were measured and carefully chosen.
âDo you think itâs possible for us to love someone else?â
He couldnât stop himself from glancing at her, at seeing the way her hair curled around her cheek and jaw, caressing her skin.
His answer ruminated in his mouth, the words tumbling over teeth and tongue. âI do, if we let ourselves.â
Her reply came quickly, a rushed, soft whisper like she was scared the words would disappear if she didnât speak them into existence:
âI donât know if I want to.â
He paused.
âI donât know if I want to, either.â
Silence fell between them, then. It wasnât tense, or heavy; everything theyâd wanted to say, theyâd said. Melancholy rang through the breeze, echoing through the trees and harmonizing with the bugs.
He picked up and ate the last piece of ohagi. Her cooking was truly marvelous; he understood why Kyojuro held her in such high regard, and never seemed to be able to stop himself from complimenting her food, even if no one was there to listen.
âShe was beautiful, wasnât she?â Her voice was a whisper when she spoke again.
Sanemi nodded. âShe was.â
Silence descended upon them once again, and after several minutes, she stood and gathered the empty plate.
âHe said I was beautiful, once.â She was so quiet that he almost didnât hear her. âI didnât believe him then. I wish I had.â
She walked toward the shoji door, pausing for a minute before turning to face him. He remained sitting, twisted in his seat to watch her.
âGoodnight, Sanemi.â
She bowed, and then went into the house, sliding the door shut behind her.
Alone on the engawa, he turned back to look at the sky. The moon appeared from behind a cloud, a sliver of its whole, but still shining brighter than any of the stars.
The cicadas continued to sing, and he let them fill his mind with nothing but noise.
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