Title: Very Distinguished
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 546
Summary: Luffy acquires a moustache. Law finds himself speechless.
AO3 ❤
With a crash and subsequent tumble, Law found his back hitting the deck of the Sunny the moment he appeared on board.
Luffy was grinning down at him happily, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made Law's nerves stand on end. Before he could even start to guess what the Strawhat was planning, he saw it himself.
It was neigh impossible not to.
The monstrosity of what looked like Strawhat's best imitation of the famous Gol D. Roger's mustache sat over his lips, and he tugged at it with a grin as he held Law's (now horrified) gaze.
“Do you like it, Torao?” Luffy cocked his head to the side as he waited for Law to find his words again.
Law had nearly forgotten where they were until he heard the cook comment from further down the deck “Cat got his tongue, huh?”, receiving a grunt from the swordsman in response.
Doubly mortified, Law weakly breathed out a “Why?”, still unable to tear his gaze away.
He couldn't possibly see how this was a good idea. When had Strawhat-ya even started to grow facial hair? He had never looked the type to grow any for a long time yet. Had they truly not seen each other for so long?
“Shi-shi-shi, Torao, you should see your face right now!” Luffy snickered and his hands left Law's chest and found his own as his laughter inexplicably lightened the pressure in Law's chest.
“Eh?”
“I'm sorry, Torao, but I wanted to see how you'd react when you'd see it!” There were tears of laughter in the corner of Luffy's eyes and Law still didn't understand.
Until Luffy reached up and removed the mustache with a swift pull.
“Ah.”
Relief flooded through him as Luffy nodded in apparent agreement, explaining: “Usopp made it! I thought it grand but everyone else hated it so I never get to put it on! But it does make me look dist- desti- dige- … Robin!” He turned and called over his shoulder. Law felt his legs starting to grow cold under the pressure of Luffy still holding him firmly on the ground as Nico Robin answered her captain dutifully.
“Distinguished is the word you want, captain.”
“Thank you! Anyway-“ The warmth of Luffy's smile was turned back towards him and hit him like the sunlight after weeks spent underwater.
“It's all good fun, right?” When Law didn't answer immediately, a pout and the hint of a frown appeared on his yet-again boyish face. Law knew that eventually Luffy too would show signs of aging, but it wouldn't be today. But for now, none of his adventures and fights showed on his face bar one. So he leaned up at the same time Luffy leaned down, and pressed his lips briefly to the scar below Luffy's left eye.
“Luffy-ya...” He sighed, but there was an undeniable tug on the corner of his lips, and his hands found Luffy's waist, the presence of the Strawhat crew around them be damned. “Don't ever change.”
And with another burst of laughter, Luffy leaned in and locked lips with him again.
What a silly mustache. As if he'd need that. He was going to be the King of the Pirates, no matter what.
Greedler/Trans Male (/Masc) Reader
Hurt/Comfort
Drabble
The Greedler comforting trans male/masc reader because I feel ~dysphoric~ and desperately need affection </3
The Greedler and Reader have a platonic (it’s hinted that there might be sexual aspects in the future) relationship and they’re very emotionally and physically affectionate/sensual. You can interpret this as romantic but please don’t comment/add tags about it because I’m aromantic and romance repulsed and it makes me uncomfortable.
TW: Sexual flirting, sex mentioned, “gay loser” used in a playful way, gender dysphoria and dysphoric thoughts, crying, let me know if I missed any!
Word count: 903
Read it on AO3!
You feel dizzy, your mind swimming with contempt and it's all directed at you. 'You're just a girl fetishizing gay men. Men don't have boobs. Your face is too round to be masculine, no real gay man will ever find you attractive. You are a woman, you'll never be a real man. You're fake and everyone can tell. Everyone knows, and the people who respect you are just doing it to be nice.' Every word feels hot in your veins, like they’re burning their way through your body. It burns and it feels numbing, you wish it’d stop but you can’t even tell whether you hate the thoughts or if you hate yourself. Maybe both.
You don't even realize that you're crying until your best friend, The Greedler, is hugging you tightly to his chest, you look up to see him smiling at you. "Hey, Y/N. You doin' alright?" Greed asks softly, carefully. He’s worried, obviously, and he cares about you. He wants to help. You shake your head, "What's wrong, babe?" You wipe at your face roughly, trying to get all the tears off. 'Men don't cry.' And isn’t it ironic that that thought just so happens to make you cry even harder? You bury your face in Greedler's chest. You can't help it, you need his support right now. Your mind is messy, cruel place right now and you need him to pull you out of it, if only for a minute. Greed presses a soft kiss to your head and holds you all the closer to himself, humming a little tune that you recognize to be one of your favorite songs under his breath. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He offers after a few minutes, having waited for you to calm down enough to talk before speaking himself. You nod, "Mhm." Your head is still swimming, it's hard to gather any coherent thoughts but you definitely do want to talk about it.
You take a moment to figure out how to word yourself before speaking, "M' not a real man." You say, sniffling and wiping at your nose. "I look n' sound like a girl... m' just fake. Pretending." It’s much more complicated than that but you have no idea how to explain it any further. How do you tell someone that your brain doesn’t hate you, but hates how you look and sound? That all the words of transphobic men and women you’ve encountered throughout your life still echo through your mind way more often than you’re comfortable with admitting? That everything about yourself makes you uncomfortable, that you so desperately wish you could look in the mirror and see yourself. That you don’t think you’ll ever truly be comfortable in your own body. You look up at The Greedler once you finish to gauge his response. Greed shakes his head, "That's not true. You're a beautiful young man, there's nothing "woman" about you. When you first told me you were a man, I believed you right away and I still do. Why don't you believe yourself?"
You can't help but smile at Greed's words, he always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better. You know that he doesn’t fully understand, but the fact that he still tries even despite not knowing what it’s like to be in your skin just makes you feel like you have the best friend in the world. Even if you don't feel perfect, what he said still makes you feel a lot better. "You're right... can you tell me what about me you think is masculine? I just really need the validity. Please?" The Greedler smiles and nods, "Of course, Y/N." He moves one of his hands to grab and squeeze yours, "I think the way you go about things is really masculine, your attitude and mindset about things as well. The passion you have for what you enjoy is also super masculine, and your drive to go for it. Believe it or not but you also smell really masculine, I like how you smell a lot," he emphasizes his point by burying his face in your neck and taking a big whiff. It’s playful and flirty and it makes you giggle, "Greed!" You groan playfully, "You're relentless, you know that?" He chuckles, "I know. But I meant what I said, you're hot- I mean- Masculine."
Greed pressed his tongue against your neck playfully, you roll your eyes and kiss his cheek, "Gay loser." You tease and he presses his own kiss to your neck, "Pretty boy~" He teases back. "It's not gonna work on me, Greed. I refuse to be flustered by your weak attempts at flirting with me. I refuse. Unless you do something like pin me to the couch and call me a good boy there's nothing you can do to make me blush." The Greedler moves his head from your neck and raises his eyebrow at that, "Is that a challenge?" You smile, "Maybe it is. But it’s one for another time cause I need cuddles and forehead kisses right now, not hot kinky sex all over the living room, okay?" He can't help but chuckle at that, "Got it." He presses several little pecks to your forehead, pulling you directly into his lap and turning on the TV. "Let's finish that show, shall we?" You smile and lean into him, "We shall."
A Winter Night (in which Hawkeye nearly freezes in a Boston snowstorm and ends up passing out on Charles’s doorstep) (read on AO3 / tumblr)
Dedicated to the dear @blue-ravens, who in winter 2019 sent me the writing prompt “slowdancing” for Hawkeye and Charles, which lead to me writing one of my favourite fanfics to date, “A Winter Night”. Blue recently also said some super kind things about the slowdancing scene in the fic, so have some rare pair content, y’all 💜
A kind looking old man hands you hot chocolate. You smile and take the mug from his slow, weary hands. You thank him and look down at the marshmallows inside. You love marshmallows. You take a sip and a few of them slip into your mouth. Once you swallow the hot liquid down, you realize the marshmallows are still in your mouth. And not only that but you notice that they're not as soft as they should be. They're rather hard, in fact. You spit them out and onto the floor, the strange old man cackling and running away. They're not marshmallows, they're his teeth.
Hi there! This has been sitting, unfinished, in my drafts for about a month now (I think?) so I’ve decided to finish it up and post it!
Trigger warnings:
- Mention of past abuse
- Hallucination/Psychosis Episode
- Caps
- Abusive father (past)
- Being chased
- Deceit (manipulation and lying)
- Panic attack (graphic detail)
I think that’s all! If there’s anything else let me know. Story is under the cut!
Note: The interaction between Clownler and Dex is completely platonic and familial, they are brothers. Dex’s character is based around my own brother and the bond we shared together before he died, and if I see any of you trying to make their relationship sexual or romantic I will skin you alive.
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Clownler hears that its brother is home, grinning excitedly and jumping from its place on the bed to its feet. It bounds down the stairs to see someone else in the place where its brother should be. Just the recognition that this was not Dex was enough to make Clownler scared. It didn’t take the time to really look at the man, but it knows it’s not Dex, so it turns around quickly and silently to try to make an escape.
It tries to sneak back up the stairs before the man sees it, but it was too late. “Once?” Clownler recognized the voice. It was terrified, but it stood its ground, putting on a faux confidence that would hopefully help it out of this situation. “James.” It responded, not turning around. It stopped in its tracks, afraid to continue trying to sneak up the stairs. It just stood there, back turned to the man it hated the most.
“Ah so we’re back to calling me James, aren’t we?” James sighed, “You know I didn’t mean to hurt you right?” Clownler rolled its eyes, wishing it was anywhere but in this situation, “I don’t have to forgive you either way.”
“Can you at least look at me? I’m still your dad.” Clownler scoffed, its heard that one many times before.
“No you’re not, you lost that privilege the moment you... did that.”
“Oh, whatever! You’re such a child. Always overreacting.” Clownler really just wants to leave right now, but it has to hold its ground, or else James will think its weak. Maybe he’ll try to hurt it again. “How did you get here? How did you find out where we were? How did you get inside? We moved away from you for a reason.”
“I have my ways. You’re coming with me. Your brother is already in the car.” Clownler was really concerned now. How did he manage to get Dex of all people to get in a car with him? Especially after all they went through to run away together? Something isn’t adding up.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Get in the car.”
Clownler pushes past him, making a run for it. It stops to get its brother out of the car, hoping to whatever god may be out there that he’s okay. Once it stops it realized that its brother isn’t in the car. It’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a-
“ONCE!” Clownler jumps at the yell, looking to see James coming right for it. It bounds away, running fast and hard, only intent on getting away. Its feet pound harshly against the gravel, that gravel turning into concrete as it runs on the empty street of the town. Its surroundings are familiar in the darkest way, nowhere near what it remembers this place looking like, but it doesn’t have time to question the landscape.
Even in a time of crisis, it can’t stop wondering where Dex is. He should be home by now, he should be here. What’s going on? How did James find it? Why is he here? Is he going to hurt it? Is he going to kill it? What if he had gotten in the car? What would have happened? Is it safe to turn around? Is it safe? Is it?
Clownler is so lost in its thoughts it ran into something- someone. It looks up at the tall figure, recognizing him to be Dex. “Dee? What are you- Oh nevermind! We have to go! James is coming after us!” it warns, only to recieve a concerned look in return, “Ler, James isn’t here.”
“Yes he is! He’s right behind-” Clownler looks back, pointing at nothing, the empty concrete of the street behind it a stark reminder of the chase. “Me...”
Dex puts a hand on Clownler’s forehead, “Are you feeling okay, Ler?” Clownler shoos his hand away, “Yeah whatever, I’m fine.”
“Did you take your meds today?” Dex asked, concerned.
“I... I think so.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know! It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” Clownler dismissed, grabbing Dex’s hand and turning around, “Let’s just go home.”
Dex’s concern grew at that, “We are home, Clowny. Are you sure you’re alright?” Clownler looked at him confused, looking at its surroundings.
Everything around it faded from dark concrete and chirping birds to their small living room in the cramped apartment they rent together. “I... what? I don’t- I was- He- and I- He said- We-” This was all too much. Clownler’s breathing picked up pace and it felt like it was near passing out. Its vision was darkening and it felt like it couldn’t breathe.
The dim yellow light from the curtains in the window of their apartment faded into a dark, cold grey. Before it knew it, it was on the floor. “I- I thought-” A warm hand on its shoulder, it violently pulled away, gulping for air in some capacity. It was wet. It was cold. The air was dry, its throat was dusty and it couldn’t breathe. And finally, it didn’t.
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When Clownler came to, it was curled up nicely in Dex’s arms, eyes blinking open slowly. There was no light to adjust to because it had become dark. How long was it out? “Dee?”
“Hi there, Clowny. You feeling any better?” Clownler nodded, depsite the pounding headache it was enduring.
“M’ fine now. Wha’ happ’nd? M’ so c’nf’sed...” Dex pressed a soft kiss to Clownler’s head, “It’s alright, hon. You’re safe. You were hallucinating, which lead to a severe panic attack once you realized what was going on. You were dazed and confused, seeing and hearing (and, I’m guessing feeling too,) things that weren’t there. My estimate is that this episode of psychosis was spurred on by a trigger, paired with you forgetting your psychosis medication, yes?” Dex spoke carefully and softly, trying to explain in a delicate way as to not cause another episode.
“Yeah... s’nds a’but right. M’ sorry Dee.” It snuggles into its brother’s shoulder, “I didn’ mean t’.” Dex holds onto it tightly, “Its alright, kiddo. Not your fault. And I’m happy to take care of you when you need it. But, it’s time for your meds. Which is especially important now since you forgot to take them this morning.” Clownler smiled and nodded, “Thanks bibby...” It took the medicine and laid its head back down onto Dex’s warm shoulder. “L’ve you.” Clownler yawned, its eyes slowly closing shut. “I love you too, kiddo. Sleep well. I’ve got you.”
They stayed like that until Clownler fell into a soft sleep, when Dex lifted the younger brother and carried it to its bedroom, where he laid it down. He was about to leave when Clownler grabbed his hand and tugged. “P’ease. D’nt go.” And who could say no to that? Certainly not Dex. The older brother nodded and tucked himself into bed, holding Clownler close to himself, humming soft melodies until the two of them fell asleep. Clownler was safe. It was over, and its brother would protect it. That’s all it cared about.
summary: In which Iwaizumi takes home Olympic gold, and... well, Kuroo, too. set in @whyiskisehere (ao3 kittebasu [chanyeol])’s the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle-verse.
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Hajime hasn’t had much to drink yet, he’s sure—but what he’s had is starting to catch up to him, or he hopes it is, if only to explain what he’s decided to do. His cheeks get hot as he shakes away his train of thought. Who is he trying to justify his attraction to Kuroo for?
Oikawa, he thinks bitterly, for all his speeches on setter’s sense, isn’t looking his way anymore. He’s sure of it.
your askbox is closed on the other blog. could I request some headcanons for a poly relationship with Loki x Bucky x reader?
I fixed it! Now I’ll only be receiving requests/prompts there! :D
So, I don’t usually take this kind of requests, but it was fun and I hope you like it!!!
loki is the type of lover who’s a little shit towards you,, but like,,, in the most wonderful way
they hide stuff in the weirdest places for you to find, little gifts with a silly note attached to it (that they refuse to acknowledge as their doing, but it’s totally their’s)
their smile when you find the gifts is the most precious thing ever,, and yoU JUST KNOW THEY DID IT BC THEY’RE SO OBVIOUS
they’re very keen on setting you up in their pranks, putting bucky against you bc who wouldn’t join the god(ess) of mischief in setting up a prank?
it’s literally the worst best thing ever when they team up against you, prank wars end up lasting entire weeks, even months, but it’s the funniest thing ever
sometimes loki goes too far, and they acknowledge it and always try to make it up to you, since you the three of you agreed to never going to sleep before talking your stuff out
(something that loki is very reluctant of, but is actually grateful for, since they can be very stubborn)
bucky is always soft with you, his pet names are the best and you can’t help but melt in his arms
their accents
he’s a total nerd, he could talk for hours about the science stuff he’s interested in, and he’s also a really good listener
if you like the stars, then he’s the perfect man for you. he loves talking about the starts and all the planet’s out there, and is always excited to tell you about the thing’s he’s learned in this new century
(loki sometimes joins the conversations, talking about asgard and the nine realms, which is fascinating)
bucky’s fashion sense is a complete m e s s, and every time you three go on dates, loki refuses to go out until bucky ‘changes into more proper clothes’
bucky never does and loki acts as if they’re annoyed, when in fact they aren’t, and actually loves how bucky looks in ANYTHING
watching bucky and loki bicker is always endearing bc sARCASM
bucky still has trouble with tech, while loki got the hang of it really fast, so they’re always snapchatting bucky’s misadventures with it
bucky doesn’t even try to stop them anymore
they’re always there for you, no matter what
even tho loki can have some troubles with feelings, they always try to make it better for you and cheer you up with a trick (or a really soft kiss/hug)
on the other hand, bucky knows that talking is important too, so he’s always there to give you some advice
they both will always listen to you if you ever need it
bucky’s hugs are the most wonderful thing ever, and when loki joins the hug it feels even 1000% more better
they love holding hands and their touch is alway comforting, they’re always with a hand on you and each other, because it’s a way to know that you’re all there and okay
you just love each other very much and always make sure to show it
