Writing blog for @mydetheturk. Will occasionally have more nsfw content, but anything nsfw will be behind a cut. Feel free to send an ask if you want me to write something for you!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Green Lantern - All Media Types, countdown to final crisis - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kyle Rayner & Jason Todd & Donna Troy
Characters: Jason Todd, Donna Troy, Kyle Rayner
Additional Tags: Multiverse Road Trip, Touch-Starved, Febuwhump 2023, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, look i just kinda blended a bunch of canon together, what is canon but a miserable pile of events, Men Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Panic Attacks, Kyle has a lot of problems and a lot of people want to kill him đź’š
Summary:
Jason sees a lot more than anyone gives him credit for. He is - unfortunately - a Bat. Kyle Rayner is a little shit that has Jason’s hackles up at ever turn, but even so, something is adding up in a way Jason doesn’t like.
“Donna, we’ve got a problem,” Jason says. Donna hums from where Jason has her cutting up vegetables. He’s at the little camp stove they stole – requisitioned for use while they’re in whatever safe house they’re in now. “When do you think the last time someone hugged Rayner was?”
The Fic I talked about earlier!
Read on AO3 or read below the cut:
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Jason stares and Jason watches and Jason figures out what exactly it is about Rayner that’s been unsettling him the entire time they’ve been on this fucked up multiverse road trip. Rayner doesn’t let anyone touch him. They’ve been in universes where everyone isn’t trying to kill them, and Rayner hovers back, avoiding touch.
It’s a problem. It could get Rayner killed. Maybe not literally, but now Jason has the thought in his head and it won’t fucking leave.
A/N: I bring you: Smut from my AO3
Warnings:Â Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Handcuffs, its one handcuff but still, Sabo is a Chatty Bastard, Mild intoxication
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Coby might have been drinking. A little bit.
Alright, he might have had more than a couple of drinks in him to think that backing the Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff into a back alley without calling for backup was in any way a good idea. Helmeppo was bound to give him shit for it later, but right now Coby didn't care.
"-going to drag you to the nearest base where they will leave you in chains, and then I will be done with your nonsense," Coby muttered, handcuffs in hand. Weeks of chasing the man had him more worn out than he'd expected, and he'd just wanted one night off to have a drink and maybe more.Â
He'd just gotten one of the cuffs on the blond when a finger alighted under his chin and tipped his face up to stare into cold blue eyes. "I don't think so, Captain," the man said. He was smirking, which only made Coby twitch angrily and jerk his chin down.
"Do not touch my neck."
The damnable smirk grew, and the fingers danced lower, pinpricks of heat tracing their way past the scars Coby has already gotten from this man.
"It's so lovely to see you again, Captain," the blond said. He moved his hand to cup Coby's chin so that he could run his thumb across the Marine's bottom lip. "I've missed our spars."
Coby jerked his head back, only realizing the heat was just the man's bare skin against his own when it was gone. “They weren’t spars. They were me arresting you and you breaking your handcuffs,” he huffed.
The Revolutionary’s hand snaked back to where it was, but it curved along Coby’s jaw and behind his head, curling his fingers into the short hair and around the bandana. Coby froze, caught stock-still with the tables being turned on him.Â
“But they were fun, Captain,” Sabo said before tipping Coby into a searing kiss. He nipped at Coby’s bottom lip, and the sting made Coby gasp. Sabo wasted no time in deepening the kiss, twisting his free hand to break it from Coby’s weak grasp and guiding the Marine further into the alleyway, out of easy view of the mouth by pulling Coby into a shadowed side alley. He then backed the marine against a wall, using his slightly larger frame to crowd Coby into a corner.
Sabo pulled back some, giving Coby a smirk before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to one of the burn scars on Coby's neck. Coby sucked in a breath, eyes going wide.
He swallowed, nerves singing. This was a terrible idea and Coby couldn’t quite believe he was going along with it. Sabo bit the spot, teeth sharp on Coby’s jugular, drawing a whine from the marine.
Fuck, Helmeppo was going to give him so much shit for this when he inevitably saw that bite mark.
Through half-lidded eyes, Coby watched as Sabo pulled back a little, just enough to speak. "That was a lovely sound, Captain," he murmured. His lips brushed the bite, making Coby shiver. "I wonder how many more you're hiding." His eyes were still sharp, despite the seastone cuff hanging from the hand that was planted on Coby's chest.
The hand that had been threaded into Coby's hair untangled itself, making Coby shiver once more. That hand joined the first, and Sabo started unbuttoning the shirt Coby was wearing.
"So many scars on someone so young," he commented, once the shirt was open. Sabo trailed a hand Coby's chest, scratching lightly and leaving little red marks in his wake. A flush had sprouted on Coby's face, and it spread down his neck and chest. Sabo smiled sharply, a crook of lips and a flash of teeth. "Pretty."
Then Sabo moved, drawing a startled moan from Coby as his arms circled around Coby's torso and his hands went to the crux of Coby's thighs to lift the Marine from his feet.
"What are you-"
"Shh, Captain." Sabo cut Coby off with another searing kiss, settling Coby's legs around his waist and pinning him against the wall of the alley. The Revolutionary's body rippled, and Coby tried to suppress a sound, but Sabo did it again, pulling another noise from Coby that Sabo muffled with his own mouth. A hand was holding Coby's head in place, pressing on the bite mark Sabo had made earlier. Coby could tell it was going to blossom into a full bruise from the way the touch already stung.
"Very pretty, Captain, can you sing for me?" Sabo murmured against Coby.
"Please," Coby whined. His whole body twitched in Sabo’s grasp.Â
A throaty chuckle. "Not quite what I wanted, but it'll do." The hand not holding onto Coby fiddled with his pants, cupping Coby's length through the fabric. Sabo made a pleased sound. His smile was just as cold as his eyes. "And here Koala said teasing you wouldn't end well for me."Â
Coby was panting, writhing slightly in Sabo's hold. He had no idea how the Revolutionary still had so much energy with the seastone cuff on his wrist, but it didn’t really matter.Â
Not with Sabo’s oh so warm hand on his dick, even through a couple of layers of fabric.
Coby involuntarily rocked his hips against the touch, giving the blond a breathy whine.
“Good, Captain, that’s what I want to hear.” Sabo’s thumb flicked the button on Coby’s pants before going for the zipper as well. “Sing prettily for me, Captain.”Â
“B-bastard,” Coby said, voice hitching as Sabo pressed feather-light touches to his dick in the open vee of his pants.
Sabo tutted. “Now, Captain, that wasn’t exactly nice; my parents are married.”
"Asshole," Coby hissed instead.
Sabo chuckled. "So Koala's said." He hummed and shrugged his shoulders, shifting Coby’s hands. There was a sharp glint to Sabo’s smile that had Coby shivering when he saw it. “Like what you see, Captain?” Sabo asked. The feather-light touches turned into a more solid grip, and Coby’s breath hitched in a gasp.Â
"I'll take that as a yes," Sabo said as he slid his fingers over the head of Coby's dick, drawing another groan. "You're very vocal, Captain. I think I like it."
"Stop… talking," Coby panted. He screwed his eyes shut.
A thumb dragged along Coby's jawline before settling at the corner just below his ear and pressing down. The action exposed more of Coby's neck, which Sabo quickly bit. Coby moaned and gripped Sabo’s shoulders, Armament haki subconsciously flickering across his hands as he grasped at Sabo’s coat. There was an ever so faint sound of clothing being stretched.
"Careful, Captain," Sabo said. "Wouldn't want to rip my jacket, would you?" His lips brushed against Coby's neck, pulling just far enough away to actually say words before licking a strip up Coby's neck and jawline.
Coby loosened his grip even as Sabo moved his hand to fully encircle Coby's dick, rendering the movement useless. He swallowed, an audible sound that had Sabo chuckling in his ear.
"You make such pretty sounds, Captain. What I would do to get you beneath me for a day or two."Â
The words curled low in Coby's torso and his hips jerked against Sabo's hand.
"Oh? Does the thought of giving up thrill you? Does the thought of me having my way with you for hours on end turn you on, Captain?" Sabo pulled back his hand slightly so he could carefully pull Coby's dick from his underwear. "Oh, my dear Captain, I think it does." He nibbled at the crux of Coby's jawline, gently fondling the head of Coby's dick.
"I'm gonna gag you," Coby threatened, the effect somewhat spoiled by the whine he released when Sabo flicked his thumb over the slit.
"Promises, promises, Captain." Sabo used his own hips to hold Coby in place while he jerked the Marine off, torturously slow. Coby was near in tears, hips stuttering, when Sabo finally decided he was done fucking around.
"Sing for me, Captain," he said, increasing his pace. Coby jerked, the sudden shift making his breath hitch and body roll.
"Please," Coby near begged. "Please, please, Sabo, I can't."
Sabo hummed, rocking his own hips back and forth against Coby's, grinding his hard length along Coby.
He let go of Coby's dick, and Coby let out a gutted whine.
Licking his lips, Sabo commanded, "Off my waist and on your knees."
There was a brief second as Coby's addled mind processed what the Revolutionary had said before his legs, once clenched so tight against Sabo's waist, dropped to the ground. Coby went down next, knees hitting the cobblestone of the alleyway with a muted noise that was sure to promise bruising.
"You're so… Obedient." Sabo cupped Coby's jaw, and pressed his thumb to Coby's bottom lip. "Open."
Coby obeyed.
"You're going to suck me off before you can come."
Nodding once, Coby slid his hands up Sabo's thighs, going for the buttons in his pants. They were an older style, at once fashionable and out of date. Coby didn't know if they were just what Sabo liked or if they were all the Revolutionary had. Either way, they were straining, buttons being pulled at the holes.
It was weirdly like unwrapping a gift. Coby went for first one button, then the other, the top flap falling forward to reveal another behind. Gathering himself, Coby muttered, "You're wearing too many layers," and unbuttoned the next flap, finally, finally revealing Sabo's dick pressed tight against his underwear.
Coby dropped the pants, and tugged down the underwear, leaving Sabo bared before him.Â
A little tentatively, Coby licked the head, drawing a light grunt from Sabo. Boldened, he did it again, and again, before taking the head in his mouth and sucking lightly.
Sabo let out a string of words in a language Coby didn't understand off hand, though it sounded like a bastardized Eastern tongue. He took a few bobs, lightly moving back and forth and going deeper each time. Sabo still didn't shut up, but this time it was sort of fine, because he was clearly losing his composure.
With a final bob, Coby's nose brushed against the curls of hair at the base of Sabo's dick. He swallowed a tick before backing off and doing it again. This time, Sabo's hips jerked, jabbing the back of Coby's throat before he was ready, and Coby pulled back with a sharp cough before diving back in.
"Mmmm, you're good at sucking dick, Captain," Sabo grunted. When he jerked this time, Coby was ready for him, throat relaxed. A hand settled on Coby's head, fingers tangling in his hair before gripping tightly.Â
Coby whined, deep in his throat, but he let Sabo hold his head in place while the Revolutionary fucked his mouth.
"You'll swallow, won't you?" Sabo said, more of a statement than a question. Coby gripped the man's hips slightly tighter before relaxing them, too. His own dick was dripping pre-come onto the cobbles below.
The fist in Coby's hair spasming was really the only warning Coby had before Sabo sped up his movements. The thrusts were shallower, faster. Sabo was still talking, though it was mostly nonsense. Then - a long slide, ending with Coby's nose against Sabo's stomach, Coby taking him to the hilt. Sabo's dick spasmed, once, twice, thrice. Coby swallowed, barely noticing the taste at all.
There were tears in his eyes from a lack of air when Sabo finally pulled out.
"Well done, Captain," he murmured shakily. "Perhaps I should return the favor."
He leaned, a hand on Coby's shoulder for support, and took Coby's dick in his other hand. He pumped a couple of times, twisting his wrist at the top slightly to make Coby gasp and shudder. His thumb slid across the slit, spreading pre-come to give him a better glide. If Coby had been flagging before from the lack of attention, he was back at full mast soon enough and giving Sabo little whines whenever Sabo moved his hand.
"Come for me, Captain," Sabo said, and Coby saw stars, coming with a sob.
His legs gave out, and he slid to the ground, back against the wall. Somewhere above him, Sabo chuckled.Â
Coby felt a hand in his pockets, feeling around. "Ah, there it is," Sabo said. He drew his hand from Coby's pants. There was a clicking noise, and a hand on Coby's scarred wrist. Coby's hand was lifted up above his head, a solid clack accompanying the feeling of the cuff closing on his wrist. Coby made a soft noise and was shushed in return.
“I’m sure you’ll catch me again, Captain,” Sabo whispered in Coby’s ear, his breath just a bit too warm. He mouthed his way across Coby's cheek to leave a lingering kiss. "Don't get into too much trouble, Coby.”
i know i posted the bits earlier BUT i couldn’t find this post when i did it so here it is as well
It’s a little weird, seeing Coby out of uniform – he’s in a button down, sleeves rolled up, his glasses look different, his hair isn’t held back by a bandana, and he’s wearing jeans, of all things.
“What’re you doing here?” Zoro can’t help but ask, slipping into East Common.
All Coby says is, “Work,” but Zoro knows that underneath the lightly said word, Coby means so much else.
There are callouses on Coby’s hands, and Zoro can feel how the scars crisscross his knuckles. They’d’ve heard something, if Coby’d gone rogue. Right? Then again, Luffy had said that Coby was doing “Sneaky marine things,” whatever that meant.
OH SHIT GUYS GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS THATS RIGHT ITS SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY
ENJOY
It’s a little weird, seeing Coby out of uniform – he’s in a button down, sleeves rolled up, his glasses look different, his hair isn’t held back by a bandana, and he’s wearing jeans, of all things.
“What’re you doing here?” Zoro can’t help but ask, slipping into East Common.
All Coby says is, “Work,” but Zoro knows that underneath the lightly said word, Coby means so much else.
There are callouses on Coby’s hands, and Zoro can feel how the scars crisscross his knuckles. They’d’ve heard something, if Coby’d gone rogue. Right? Then again, Luffy had said that Coby was doing “Sneaky marine things,” whatever that meant.
Like Staring At A Ghost (868 words) by mydetheturk
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Crocodile (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), Portgas D. Ace
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Impel Down, Crocodile was on Portgas D. Rouge’s crew
Series: Part 2 of Piracy is the Secondary Objective
Summary:
It was a normal day in on Level Six in Impel Down, where Crocodile has little to distract him until Portgas D. Ace shows up.
hi zoro speaking eastern with coby is *chef's kiss* MWAH love it
i had to think about what you were talking about for a second but yes. oda HIMSELF can pry “everyone is casually polylingual in one piece” from my cold dead hands
be prepared for me bs’ing more linguistics in subtle ways across my fics cause its there
im coming up with ways for coby to bribe the straw hats into not being themselves and ruining whatever SWORD thing he’s trying to do (because cp-0) and i’ve come up with:Â
Luffy: Bribe with Lunch
Zoro: Bribe with Alcohol (or a sword)
Nami: A Traditional Bribe of Money and Treasures
Usopp: Possibly Bribe with Good Art Supplies and/or Stuff For His Slingshot
Sanji: Bribe with IngredientsÂ
Robin: Bribe with Information, idk yet
Chopper: Bribe with Medical EquipmentÂ
Franky: Bribe with Raw Materials
and i haven’t come up with what to bribe Brook & Jinbei with yet aslhgdaldskjff i might need suggestions (but also more suggestions for robin because those are the three im struggling with the hardest >.>)
i love the idea of Coby looking at Brook and saying “here’s some blank sheet music, please don’t cause trouble” and also agsldghasldkfj THAT’S BASICALLY HOW I WAS GOING TO DO IT TOO LIKE
Coby: Please, I’m begging, don’t let them topple the government we’re already looking into itÂ
mmm another fic for @whirlybirdwhat that’s still related to “crocodile was part of rouge’s crew as a pirate apprentice” so i give you
Impel Down
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Level Six was dark, dank, and full of the kind of horrors even seasoned pirates didn’t want to deal with. Crocodile would have disliked it on principle if only because of the damp. But he was trapped with seastone, without even the option to stay dry, thousands of feet below sea level.
The chill that seeped into everything he could handle.
The screams of the other prisoners, he could handle.
The damp that spread the chill and left a haze and settled wrong on Crocodile’s skin, he couldn’t handle.
He hadn’t minded the way sea salt felt against his skin until his devil fruit, and after that, Crocodile barely tolerated the way liquids in general made him feel solid in a way that he hadn’t before eating the damned fruit. Seastone made him feel that and worse, exhausted and worn out and weak in a way that he hadn’t been since his Captain had picked him up off a market street and fed him and gave him a home over thirty years before.
Crocodile was cranky and snappish and prone to irritating the guards who stopped by just often enough to see if they were still alive in this dank pit of hell.
i want a hug from my mom so i projected on to usopp
Usopp wants his mom. Misses her, misses her voice and her paintings and her laughter and her presence. But she’s dead, dead and gone for years now and Usopp tries not to remember her in her last days, weak and weary and so, so tired.
Tries not to think about how Yasopp has been out of Usopp’s life longer, left him basically an orphan, motherless with his father at sea, and by now Franky feels more like his dad than Yasopp has in years and when Usopp thinks about that it feels like a betrayal -
But.
Usopp wants his mom.
So he goes to the best person on the Thousand Sunny.
Robin is reading in the Sunny’s library, two books open on the table in front of her and a notebook beside that an arm and hand sans body is absently writing in.
He knocks at the door, a little hesitant, and Robin looks up from her research. A soft smile crosses her face, and she says, just loud enough for Usopp to hear, “Come in.”
So he does, tentative, careful, hesitant, and Robin still has that soft smile, and Usopp is-isn’t soothed, because even thinking of Robin as “mom” stings with betrayal, with hurt, but he can always think of her as “Robin” and “Family” and “Home”.
Usopp sits upon the bench beside Robin and waits for a second before he leans into her space, head on her shoulder.
Robin doesn’t say anything, but a pair of hands sprout from flowers and start gently detangling the coils of Usopp’s hair.
“What’re you reading?” Usopp asks, voice small.
“A treatise on socio-political economics in the southernmost parts of South Blue,” Robin says easily.
That sounds reasonable enough to come from Robin’s mouth, so Usopp just hums.
ah fuck i forgot it was sunday. excerpt from a thing that may get incorporated into a long fic or end up as a oneshot, idk which yet.Â
It is the aftermath of the execution. Shanks is a looming hawk where he watches the retreat of the Whitebeard Pirates. He doesn’t envy them that cleanup. (he will never be over Roger’s execution, not in a way that matters. at least newgate’s kids had the chance to say goodbye. (more than he and buggy had, anyway))
Fire Fire Burning Bright (569 words) by mydetheturk
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Monkey D. Dragon & Sabo
Characters: Sabo (One Piece), Monkey D. Dragon, Koala (One Piece)
Additional Tags: Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit, does dragon have a devil fruit?, we just don’t know, Baltigo, The Revolutionary Army (One Piece), Sabo is a Natural Disaster waiting to happen, Sabo is an Angry Man, Slight spoilers, no beta we die like men
Summary:
Sabo’s flame burns hot, burns bright. It burns to match the anger inside, and oh, oh is Sabo full of anger.
Yet another friendly reminder: Sabo Is Not A Nice Man
I’m sure some of you remember that one fic I posted a couple weeks ago, where Sabo and Coby met in Marie Geoise.
This is the flip side of that conversation.
Enjoy.
Quick Warning: There is mention of the fact that Sabo has the Mera Mera no Mi/Flame Devil Fruit, and a quasi-consequence of that.
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“You saved Luffy’s life,” Sabo says. “When Ace… died.” He has a marine pinned, dragon claws on his throat, and fire roiling just under his skin. He knows who this marine is, and it’s hard to reconcile the fact that the kid beneath him stood up to the Fleet Admiral two years previous.
“Was murdered,” the marine gasps.
“Murdered. That’s a way to say it.” Sabo’s voice is grim, grim enough to match the smile that has the marine paling beneath him. “Ivankov told Dragon. A pink-haired Marine kid got between my brother and Admiral Akainu.” He taps a claw against the side of the kid’s throat, noticing how the kid’s Armament crackles, just a tick, beneath his claw. Good.
im just feeling unsettled and upset and angry so here have a Sabo
Sabo seethes with anger, with hate, and fire builds under his skin, threatens to spill out, to make his outside reflect what’s on the inside. He burns hot now, almost too hot. Bursting into flame beds the turbulence, makes it ebb slightly. One slight move, one wrong move, and he’d be a wildfire, burning bright and hot and long, sweeping across the lands. Not the ocean – he hasn’t been able to cross her freely, not truly, not in years, and now that ever so slight, nearly non-existent trepidation has become a thing of respectable wariness. No one controls the ocean but herself, and everyone is to respect her.
Sabo’s fire burns white hot, the same as their magnesium flares, could turn into a firestorm at any given second, if he gave it the thought.
He wonders if this is how Dragon feels all the time, with his storm and thunder and lightning. Like if he just gave up control, he could change everything.
Then he remembers Grey Terminal, the screams and cries of the residents. And he reigns in the feeling, and reigns in the fire, and forcibly keeps control.
Sabo knows he’s worried Koala enough with his fire, so he goes to the next best person.
Dragon is at the prow of the ship, where he always is, steady and stable like a port in a storm, despite being in the middle of a storm in the middle of the ocean and on their way to the Grand Line.
Sabo had been the one to set fire to their base in Baltigo, on Dragon’s order, had burned white hot and angry, and only the knowledge that he was keeping the others safe from Blackbeard kept him from regret.
“How?” he asks, itchy and antsy in ways he’s not been in years. His fire is ready to burn him from the inside out, ready to set him ablaze and everyone with him.
“You learn,” Dragon says, and that? That’s the least helpful thing he’s said, also in years. There’s a crackle, not unlike the fire within him but distinct from Dragon’s lightning, and Sabo is at Dragon’s back-front-on the deck, taken out in a way that he hasn’t been since he was thirteen and had faced everything the regular trainers in the Army had to teach him and he was first fighting Dragon himself.
“You are new, and you are young, and you will learn,” Dragon says. There’s a rumble of thunder and an uptick of wind and yet the rain slows, and Sabo reigns in his fire once more.
Everyone on the deck of their ship is watching them closely, and Sabo recognizes the annoyance-exhaustion of Koala’s Haki.
“Yes, sir.”
Dragon stares for a moment more and sighs, and something else burns under Sabo’s skin. Sabo looks up at Dragon with a look in his faded blue eyes, one that has Dragon placing a hand – hand not claw – on Sabo’s shoulder.
“We’ll work on it”
And just like that, the fire in Sabo is banked for now; he’s settled inside again, like Dragon had placed earth upon the hearth that was Sabo. There are still embers ready to be brought back with careful application of kindling, but Sabo will let that be up to Dragon.
After all, the man has done a good job of letting Sabo know when fire is needed for the past twelve years.
i’m just gonna put my sentences on this post so! here
“Oh yes. The Florian Triangle. A dark, misty section of the sea where the sun never shines.”
Coby blinked, and spoke before he could really process his thoughts. “Are you sure we’re talking about the sea or are you describing the Fleet Admiral?” Then Coby processed what he’d said and clapped his hands over his mouth, gasping in shock.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Male Smuggler (Star Wars), Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Smuggler (Star Wars), Bowdaar (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Imperial Agent Storyline Spoilers, Smuggler Storyline Spoilers, mentions of torture, injuries resulting from torture, listen its the Imperial Agent, the agent’s day is Always Bad
Summary:
Corellia, a beautiful trade hub, is the center point of a war. A cross-faction interaction could swing things one way or another - if they didn’t already have goals of their own. A smuggler and an agent run into one another during an air raid, taking shelter in the same alcove. One’s actions will affect both of their lives, in ways that neither of them have foreseen.
Luckily, the Force is on his side. Now if he could get his crew to believe him.
excerpt from a scrapped soulmate au oneshot i was working on. wasn’t sure where i was going but i kinda liked this bit and don’t mind sharing it. ish.
“You’ve almost died so many times,” Coby says, his grip on Luffy tightening slightly. “It’s often enough that when I hear you’re up to something I have to factor that in.” Coby hates how his voice cracks, hates how there’s this little warble at the end.
Luffy’s silent.
Coby doesn’t know what to make of that.
“I know it’s just who you are, you have to give everything your all and you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t,” Coby says and he’s babbling, he knows he’s babbling, and he hates it. He’s spent so much time training himself not to panic-babble, and yet Luffy’s silence is more than he can bear.
“I worried you,” Luffy says simply, cutting Coby off. And Coby can’t find it in himself to speak, not without his voice cracking entirely so he just nods, ignoring how his everything is trembling slightly. There’s tears in the corners of his eyes, and he’s trying not to cry – another thing he’s worked on but isn’t always successful at.
“I worried you a lot,” Luffy repeats, and Coby can only nod against his friend’s chest.
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