dragonchildyuki

        Tobio had never had a proper birthday.      He barely remembered his birth mother, a woman who was little more than a faceless shape and a kind voice. If there had ever been a party in his honor while he still had birth parents, he had no memory of them. His foster mother – if she could even be called that — had barely remembered he had a birthday at all.      When she’d finally remembered, she had gone out to buy a day old cupcake, shoved a used candle on it and that was it. No presents, no party, nothing. It was nothing like the parties the other kids or their parents talked about at his previous daycare, nor w

              Why couldn’t things for once, just once, go your way? Was that really too much to ask?              So here was your plan: you were going to go into the town you were docked in, scour the market to find the perfect gift for Law, and sneak it back aboard the sub in time for the party. Honestly it had taken you months to get Law to allow you throw him a party, and you were surprised he was even okay with it in the first place. Law was never one to celebrate his birthday, not now nor in the three years you’d known him. You’d hoped that you being his girlfriend would give you some more grounding for wanting to th

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start. He liked it. No. He loved that about you. True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not

The musty smell of age and paper breathes life into you every time you waltz into the city library. The way the sun streams in from the stain glassed windows, illuminating the dust motes hovering in the air, casting colored shapes onto the tile floor. There's a comfort to be found in the worn down furniture; wooden chairs with anonymous words carved into the arms, tables with scratched in hearts and confessions of love, sofa cushions who had long lost their fluff and plushness. You could spend hours and hours in the maze of bookshelves feeling simultaneously lost and found. Your favorite spot was always the table in the middle of the study lo

It was a day like any other. You were in the shower when the marines attacked your crew's ship. You got out with a short towel that ended right below your butt. Your hair was still wet along with your skin. You went out on the deck to see all the marines freeze and Sanji nosebleed. “Ghost Fang (l/n), bounty of 487 mill beri, the newest member of the StrawHat pirates. Keep yo-” The man, who you assumed was the leader of this attack, was cut off. “I’m sorry, what’s the problem here boys?” You asked in the sexyest yet innocent voice you could muster, your fangs slightly showing. The innocent part was just ho

I sighed, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, only to change positions again a minute later. This chair was just not comfortable. I continued switching positions, trying to get comfortable and failing miserably. How did Nami and Robin do this? I groaned as yet again I moved in my seat, this time sliding down so that my legs were bent over the edge. The navigator let out an annoyed huff of air before finally losing her temper as the (h/c) girl beside her continued to fidget in her seat. “(Name)! Sit still already!!!” she yelled out as she hit her friend on the top of the head. “Ouch! What was that for! I’m injured jerk

              You were gone for a while. You’d left the Straw Hats briefly to take care of some personal business that needed to be handled immediately. So you missed the whole Punk Hazard thing and when you returned you found out that your crew had made an alliance. Curious to find out who it was, even though you had a feeling you knew.              Luffy introduced you to Trafalgar Law the next day and right off the bat you did not trust him.              “Don’t be rude (Name),” Luffy says, “You always shake someone’s hand when you first meet them.”              You glare at your captain but s