Marine Commander Donquixote Rosinante is found half-dead on Minion Island after the deal for the Ope Ope no Mi goes about as sour as it possibly could have. Nobody knows why he was there–- least of all the Commander himself.
Rosinante wakes up out of a six month stint in a coma knowing only three things for sure. That Doflamingo almost killed him, that there was something really, REALLY important he'd almost died for–-
–- and that if anyone at HQ found out what it was, what exactly happened on Minion Island... it'd be more than just his life in danger.
Now if they'd just let him out of Marineford. He's starting to think drastic measures are in order.
OR: Enough of Cora haunting Law's narrative, let's spin that the other way!
WHAT'S UP EVERYBODY... i finally wrote my first fanfic!! go check it out if you want!
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kitsch you should tell me about how kitlan would ask each other to a darkwick dance??? ive been thinkin SO HARD about this concept and would love to hear your thoughts!!
AAAAHH THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT OMG
Kit x Alan at a Darkwick dance
Who asks who depends entirely at where they are in their relationship
Pre-confession, Kit asks him as friends because she's in denial of her feelings but knows she likes spending time with him
Alan would probably be like "that's not really my thing" like his cherry blossom illuminations vl but when she seems dejected by that answer he immediately corrects himself like "but. okay." bc he's whipped
Post-confession, alan asks bc tohma plants the seed early (expert meddler)
"has she gotten her dress for the event yet? It's important to match so people know you're there together." "I didn't ask her to go with me." "Oh, that must be why jin has been looking for her." "... what."
Alan asks her the next time he sees her
"Darkwick is having a dance." "I heard about that, it sounds fun." "We should go. Together." "You want to go to a dance?" "No, but I want to go with you."
He can be very romantic unintentionally
When the dance finally comes around, he tries to wear a tie and it feels so awkward
Kit notices that he's uncomfortable with it and takes it off for him, but then he's worried "what if people don't know we're together?" (Tohmaaaa nooooo your meddling made him insecure for real 😭😭😭)
Kit isn't super comfortable at big dances either but seeing how alan is sooooo out of his element she's able to step up and take charge more
I want to hear about your aubritsu thoughts!!! What would it be like for them?
Law needs to get out of this thrice-damned box.
Cora-san is dying. Doflamingo had shot him. And then just left him there! And he’s dying, and Law is stuck inside this fucking box, and he needs to get out right now!
Cora-san said he wouldn’t shoot him. Cora-san promised. Cora-san lied.
But every haggard sob, every pound of his fists against the wood is still silent, and the silence brings with it a wonderful, terrifying, horrid awareness--
-- Cora-san is still alive...!
my god. i posted this yesterday and totally forgot to make a post about it over here. anyway hey guys there's a new entry in d clan dragons!
Sabo liked to say that Ace thought of himself as the real king of the mountain, nevermind that the Tiger Lord still reigned supreme over the jungles of Mt. Colubo.
And, so what, maybe Ace was territorial. It’s not that unusual, is it? For as long as he could remember, he’s mostly had only himself to rely on, and though Sabo managed to worm his way into Ace’s acceptance-- and, much later came Luffy, brute-forcing his way into Ace’s good graces in his typical Luffy manner-- he found that he less considered them exceptions and more as part of what was his.
Yeah, he still can’t beat the Tiger Lord. So what. The Tiger Lord is an interloper who thinks of itself as hot shit. One day, Ace is going to put that big stupid cat in its place, and then Sabo won’t be able to tease him anymore because he really will own the mountain.
first chapter of the next fic for d clan dragons is up!! i hope yall enjoy \o/!!
For as long as he can remember, Luffy has had a friend.
His friend is mirthful and bubbly, and free as free can be. It whistles through the trees and livens up the world when it rustles the leaves and bends the grass in a daily dance-- but before he knew the way his friend lived on the island, he knew the way it ruffled his hair and whispered good morning, sun child, storm child, what game will we play today?
He likes to play chase with his friend. Of course, he can’t catch it. That’s silly.
Who could ever hope to catch the wind?
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Happy birthday @cloudcountry!!! I hope you like this drabble of your favorite boy worrying about your birthday gift. I also included my self-insert for him to talk to about it.
Thank you @cherievivi for helping me write this by answering my questions, I hope I didn't come off as too stalker-y!
Word count: 0.6k
Note that will make more sense in context: the "ass" is supposed to be "assistance" cut off and I thought it was funny so I kept it in.
“You're overthinking this.”
“No, I'm putting the proper amount of thought into this, thank you. Just because you're too ignorant—”
“At least I could figure out what to get her. Which one of us is ignorant?”
Ritsu bristles as Kit takes a sip of her coffee, unperturbed. With Auburn's birthday coming up sooner and sooner, he was running out of time. Somehow Kit, who procrastinated assignments until well past the due date, was able to find something before him? “What’s your gift?”
“A scrapbook of pictures of you while you're sneezing.”
He misses the uptick of the corner of her mouth behind her mug and straightens, his jaw dropping. “I did not consent to having my photos distributed—”
“Relax, Esquire. T’was merely in jest.” Kit puts on a posh voice and sets her mug down. “What have you thought of so far?”
With a humph, Ritsu settles back into the booth. “A journal.” He admits begrudgingly.
Kit nods. “She likes journaling, that's a thoughtful present. Why the hesitation?”
“It’s not good enough.” He opens up his file and turns it around so she can see. “According to Auburn's behavioral model, she may already have a backup journal for when her current one is full. In that case, my gift is useless.”
“Or she'll use yours after her current one is finished and she'll make the backup a backup-backup. Honestly, she'd probably just start using yours immediately and forget about both.”
Ritsu purses his lips and flips his notes back around. “It’s not worth the risk.” He ignores Kit's groan of disapproval. “The model also shows a preference for hand-made gifts.”
“You want to make her something?”
“Of course not, I couldn't obtain an R&R permit to take any craft classes within a reasonable timeframe.” He doesn't look at her, laser focused on his illegible scribblings with a curled index finger pressed against his lips. Kit discreetly takes a photo and sends it to Auburn, chuckling at the immediate caps-locked key smashes that follow. “I would appreciate it if you conducted yourself professionally during our meeting and put your phone away,” He grumbles.
“I'm asking Auburn what she wants from you.” Kit watches the stream of Auburn's replies stop as soon as Kit tells her what has Ritsu so focused.
Ritsu sits ram-rod straight and sputters. “That defeats the entire purpose of—”
“She said she wants five hundred dollars cash.”
He sighs. “I see. You're teasing me again.”
“Yes I am.” Kit sets her phone back down and folds her arms over the table. “You're worrying too much. She'll love the journal. To make it more personal, write her a little dedication on the first page. Something that you think will make her feel special.”
He nods slowly. “That's…adequate.”
“If it’s from you, it'll be much more than adequate. Make sure it's legible, though.” Kit's brow furrows as she checks her phone again, seeing there are still no messages from Auburn. “I should go, actually. See you around, Esquire.” She should make sure Auburn didn't pass out from a picture of Ritsu again.
“Alright. What do I owe you for the consultation?”
Kit climbs out of the booth and quickly downs the rest of her coffee. “Friend consult, Ritsu. You don't owe me anything,” She reminds him. “But I won't deny you covering my coffee.”
“Fine, fine.” He waves her off and Kit runs out of the diner. The bell above the door rings following her exit, and Ritsu flips to a new page in his file.
For To Auburn,
Happy Birthday
Thank you for your ass
You have become very dear to me. I'm glad to have you as a friend.
Ritsu looks down at the final word in his draft, his chest tightening. Friend.
One day, someday soon, he'll be able to cross that out, too.
Alan knows he isn't the best student. He may not be able to memorize equations or textbook passages, but he finds that when it comes to Kit, studying her isn't so hard.
Alan x Kit (my self insert character). Written from Alan's pov.
Alan hadn't realized how late it was until a soft weight settled on his shoulder. He looked down to find Kit leaning into him, her textbook still open in her lap as she let out soft, even breaths. They'd been studying together, Kit helping him with his revision courses in the garage.
When had they gotten so close together for her to be able to fall asleep on him like that? How had Alan not noticed? He knew he wasn't the most observant guy, but did he seriously let his guard down that much when he was around her?
He remembered the first time she had entered his space like this — it was a similar scenario, he was doing homework while Kit was reading over the latest mission reports. He had made some comment about not realizing he had missed so many classes, and there she was, looking over his shoulder. "I just had anomalous biology today, I might remember some of it."
She tried to help him, she really did; it just all went over his head. It didn't help that Kit's arm was pressed against his as she leaned in, her hair falling in front of her face. Instead of watching where she was pointing at the paper, his attention was drawn to her other hand brushing the curls behind her ear. She smelled like the field of flowers he walked past to get to the stardust pond.
He was thinking about inviting Kit there when she turned to him, eyes lit up with a smile as she asked him a question about the work, and anything that had stuck with him from her explanations completely evaporated from his mind.
Alan felt a similar way now. Whatever he had been thinking about before was gone now, replaced with the smell of her soap and the feeling of her arm wrapped around his. Something had shifted, though. Kit's intrusion on his senses used to set him on the defense, ready to push her away as needed to keep her safe. But she'd pushed back, and now he didn't notice how close he allowed her until it was too late.
He should wake her up and walk her home soon. But for now, he could commit her warmth to memory while it lasts.
