#subtle shipping

Bonus DL without his helmet. Hes a shadow

Uhh.. doodles... idk... on whiteboard...

sanji wip cuz i’m a filthy ZoSanLu shipper :)

Eyes flickered across the room. It was easy to tell what everyone was feeling. What made them nervous. Anxious. Excited. Angry. Hurt. Calm. Loved.

What made them them.

For Bruno, he always gave it away by that gentle gaze. Gentle and kind and soft when he was happy. It was that expression he wore when he was proud of something. Like when Narancia presented his ‘homework’ with correct answers and when he told Bruno how he was getting better at his maths.

When Bruno was angry, his expression would be pensive and often was followed by correcting words that came across as short and blunt. Never cruel. Bruno was never cruel.

Abbacchio was a different story. He was always silent. He rarely gave away details of his guarded emotions. But there were subtle moments. When he would smile because he saw Narancia practicing a dance together with Mista and Fugo. They were loud and obnoxious. Those things usually got on Abbacchio’s nerves. But sometimes he would crack a smile.

The frustration that Abbacchio wore was like a tired and worn out jacket. Faded and subtle but always worn to the point of normalcy. So when he was truly frustrated, it could be hard to tell. Narancia picked up on that quickly. His features rarely changed. His tone rarely changed. But Narancia noticed these subtle changes all the same. Perhaps… he was the only one who did notice?

As for Fugo, it was easy to tell his emotions. He wore them on his sleeve. If Fugo was angry, everyone knew. If he was happy, it was usually calm and quiet.

At first, the outbursts set Narancia on edge. Perhaps Fugo caught onto this as quick as Narancia caught onto everyone’s behaviors. Because the first outburst was followed by an apology. An explanation. And then the two made up quickly. An unspoken rule that Fugo would never let the frustrations remain permanent and that Narancia wouldn’t linger and dwell on them. It wasn’t like…

Well… it was easy to tell what Fugo was feeling.

Similarly, there was Mista. Guido fucking Mista. He was easy to read. Like a book. More so than Fugo was. And Narancia adored that. While everyone else would try to hide their emotions or keep them behind false words, Mista was an open book by choice. He spoke his frustrations and was always vocal. There were no surprises with him. And his excitement was just as vocalized. His smile. His laugh. It was like a moth to a flame for Narancia. And a security. A warmth. Safety.

This was… it was simply…

Home.

Green Arrow: Greek gods aren’t real.

Batman: You obviously haven’t met my father-in-law.

Flash: Yeah. I met him once. Still... Legendary to have a god for a grandfather. He told me I take after Hermes due to my red hair and speed. I think I’ll go call him!

Superman: What? How did we not know Hades was Diana’s father?

Green Lantern: How are you always so blind? Have you seen the family resemblance? Diana didn’t get her hair from Hippolyta, that’s for sure.

Green Arrow: What is going on here?

Batman: (jumps up) Diana called me.

Green Lantern: Whipped fool.

Superman: Diana didn’t call him. Who doesn’t have superhearing? Oh, neither of you.

Green Arrow: Are you guys seriously yanking my chain right now?

Batman: (in commlink to Green Lantern and Superman) Dont. tell. him. anything.

Superman: It looks like we have a meeting.

Green Lantern: With Hades if we don’t get out of here.

he appreciates