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So Luffy and Law reunion after two years, some totally biased thoughts...

Luffy really just recognized Law right away like that, huh? After two years of not meeting at all, and barely having interacted prior to Marineford. What was the first thing he recognized that he was sure that's the guy who saved him then? (Is there something you would like to share with the class, Luffy?)

It's so funny because nothing could've prepared Law for Luffy's sheer joy when they met again. He was so genuinely happy to find Law and it's ruining Law's emo vibes.

Like damn, he built up a reputation!

Pretty much everyone else up to that point has called him cruel, ruthless and all that. Back to Marineford and Sabaody, people talked about bad rumors about him. Even when he saved Luffy, they doubted his intentions. They were so sure there must be a catch to Law's help. (There was no catch.) It's just fun to think about because here Luffy is treating him as something good that happened in his life. Poor Law couldn't handle that much positive attention.

And uhm no, trying to deflect saving someone's life from death as "nothing" or something like that wouldn't really work. Especially when Law really didn't need to risk it all like that to get Luffy out of Marineford. They barely had a connection and even a potential rivalry is hardly worth the risk. Calling it a "whim" is the most Law can call it before he starts questioning his life again. But whatever the reason is, the fact still stands that he helped Luffy... And isn't that what matters, anyways? To Luffy, at least.

Law: "We are both pirates." (we're enemies)

Luffy: ":D Okay, anyways, you saved my life."

Law !!!! He ADORES you already !! It's over !! And giving more helping hand doesn't actually help your case !!

Also more exhibits of Luffy being excited over Law that I just find so cute. The way he perked up when Law was mentioned... He likes him.

He didn't say anything during Brownbeard's story until Law was mentioned, Luffy my guy.... He likes him so much, not necessarily romantic, but Luffy really just likes Law.

Law really stood no chance and asking Luffy for that alliance was the final nail to his coffin. He sealed his fate to be Luffy's super duper mega best friend FOR LIFE.

the slobber is surely law’s fault

Self-Aware!Sylus x Down-bad!Player

Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now he’s aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here …. A tragic love story A/N: Don’t fight me [Requested by: Anon]

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Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes he’s in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.

Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. “Why are you out there?” You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just ….. talk to you? You muttered a low ‘Hello?’ but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.

Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick ‘Hey Sylus’ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a ‘Hello [your name]’ you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.

Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didn’t get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is “I don’t like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for you”. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. “What's happening here?” “You’re smile is so captivating I just had to see it again”

Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you “I haven’t seen you all day what are you doing?” causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when you’re at work or around a group of people. “Sylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get off” he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? “I don’t like how much you have to work I don’t see you as often” “Well not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a living” “I wish I could take care of you….” “You and me both”

Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. “You sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetie”

Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when you’re doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC “Sylus focus on her so I can get the picture” “I want to focus on you though” “She is me” “…..she’s not”

Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because he’s not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He can’t help it one night when you’re up late on the phone as always he just has to ask “Do you love me?” you’re shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy “Yea I do”

Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: We’ll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you …. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could too…..

Self-Aware!Zayne Self-Aware!Xavier Self-Aware!Rafayel Self-Aware!Caleb

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Silco and his terror of a daughter

Restraining Order Arc

What Satoru’s doing right now could be called many things. “Protecting you from afar,” if we want to romanticize it. “Watching over you in case something happens,” if we’re being generous.

Or, the fucking fact: stalking.

Yeah. He’s stalking you. Again.

This is after the talk last night. Geto and Shoko had sat him down like two exhausted divorced parents, telling him to “let it go” and “stop tracking her.”

He swore he’d stop. Swore he’d move on. Swore on his limited edition Dior sunglasses. Then he drove up to some mountain like a fake spiritual influencer, prayed to Buddha, left a ¥10,000 note and two strawberry Pockys as an offering, and declared he was reborn.

Cut to: him sitting in his car three blocks from your apartment right now, with binoculars and a hot latte. Again.

He’s been through this cycle so many times, his therapist got so sick of him and she quit. So naturally, he got a new therapist. And started over like a glitchy sim. Telling the same tragic little story with the same unhinged flair:

“I saw her at a bus stop. I was late from work. It was raining. She looked like she hated her life. And boom. I was in love. So I started... you know. Looking out for her.”

Which sounds normal until he clarifies that by “looking out” he means memorizing your routine, rescuing you from imaginary dangers, and once accidentally following you into a bookstore and hiding behind a shelf of cookbooks because “he didn’t want to seem weird.”

And he keeps expecting the therapist to gasp like, “Wow, the heart wants what it wants!” But no. Every time it’s the same concerned nod. The same scribbling on a notepad.

After the bookstore incident (which technically wasn't stalking because it was a public space and he was just... browsing), Gojo tells himself he’s going to chill.

He even writes it down in his Notes app: “No more lurking. Be normal. Play it cool.” Then immediately follows that with: “But what if she gets mugged????”

So naturally, he ups the delusion.

Now he’s in full prep mode. Surveillance. Casual disguises. A hat. Bright white that has “HOTTER THAN YOUR BOYFRIEND” stitch on it in glitter thread, but technically still a disguise.

He followed you into a grocery store, pretending to shop while nervously narrating to himself like he’s starring in a low-budget spy movie:

“Target is in aisle 3. Repeat, aisle 3. Looking at—oat milk? Classy. She’s health-conscious. Maybe lactose-intolerant. God, she’s perfect.”

He grabs a basket, puts in five cucumbers he doesn’t need, two packs of gum, and a single lemon. He does not need a lemon. He just saw you pick one up, and it felt right.

You spend 10 minutes comparing two brands of cereal. He spends those same 10 minutes fake-texting on his phone and staring at a can of beans like it holds all the answers to his tragic love life.

At one point, he gets too close. You glance his way. Eye contact. Panic.

He gasps. Loudly. Drops the lemon. The thought of “Oh no, she’s seen me in my natural habitat,” and literally ducks behind a shelf of protein bars. Smooth.

You leave. He follows five minutes later, pretending to be on a very serious call with “his lawyer” about “emotional damages from a horror movie.”

Back in his car, he breathes like he just ran a marathon. Sits in silence. Then says out loud to absolutely no one:

“It’s not stalking. It’s destiny prep.”

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Location: Gojo’s Stupidly Huge Penthouse Time: 3:47 PM, Monday Event: Intervention #3 of the week (yes it’s Monday)

Gojo's penthouse door slams open with all the grace of a wrecking ball, and in storms Geto, holding a six-pack of beer and a bag of sour cream chips like they’re his most prized possessions. Shoko follows behind, sunglasses perched on her nose and a vape dangling from her lips, exhaling the kind of smoke that screams “spiritually done.”

Geto slams the door shut behind him. "WE'RE BACK. AGAIN," he announces, like he’s been doing this for years.

Shoko doesn’t even look up as she walks past him, inhaling from the vape. "This place still smells like delusion and cologne," she mutters, taking her usual spot on the couch with a deep, soul-crushing sigh.

Gojo, who’s been doing some extremely important work on his couch, hastily shoves something under the cushions. He glancing over his shoulder with the nervous energy of a man who’s been caught red-handed.

"Satoru. Be honest. How many times did you ‘accidentally’ bump into her this week?" she demands, already knowing the answer.

Gojo, without missing a beat, raises an eyebrow. "Define ‘bump into.’ Like, physical contact? Because technically—"

"Oh my GOD," Geto groans, cutting him off. He marches over and pulls out the glittery blue diary that Gojo definitely didn’t hide well enough. It falls open to a page titled, “Coughing in Sync — Is She My Soulmate?”

Shoko's eye twitches. "NOPE."

Geto slaps the diary shut and waves it around like a battle flag. "BURN IT. LIGHT IT ON FIRE."

Gojo goes on the defensive, clutching the diary to his chest like it's his firstborn child. "It’s art," he insists, his voice serious. "You people are just afraid of vulnerability."

Shoko, deadpan, turns to Geto. "No. We’re afraid of you catching a felony charge, Gojo."

Geto cracks open a beer, clearly done with this conversation. "You’re spiraling, dude. You haven’t eaten a real meal in like three days."

Shoko, taking a slow drag from her vape, adds, "You left a Post-It on the fridge that said, ‘Love feeds me now.’"

Gojo doesn’t even flinch. He just starts dramatically pacing the floor in his ridiculously expensive designer socks. "You don’t get it," he begins, voice lowering into a deep, almost tragic tone.

"There’s just something about her. The way she ties her hair. The way she—she—chooses tomatoes so carefully. She’s delicate. Methodical. A Virgo, probably."

Shoko, not missing a beat, snaps, "You googled her zodiac sign again, didn’t you."

Gojo looks at her, all soft and vulnerable. "...and her moon."

Geto, staring at him in disbelief, exhales sharply. "Bro. We are LEASHING you. You’re grounded. From the outside world."

Shoko’s eyes narrow. "And if I see you in another wig at her grocery store, I’m calling the police myself."

Gojo falls to the floor in one dramatic swoop, arms flailing. "I’m just watching over her..." His voice is almost like he’s about to break into tears.

Shoko doesn’t even look at him, instead texting on her phone. "Like Batman if Batman had unresolved abandonment issues and a Pinterest board titled ‘Future Wife.’"

Geto clinks his beer can in a mock toast. "You need help."

Gojo, not missing a beat, grins. "I have help. You two. My best friends."

Shoko glances at him over the top of her sunglasses. "We’re not helping. We’re preventing."

Geto leans back in his chair with a sigh. "We are the fence between you and a restraining order."

A long, tense silence fills the room.

Gojo takes a sip of Geto’s beer, cringing slightly at the taste. He mutters, barely audible, "She sneezed twice yesterday. I was worried." His tone is so serious it’s almost tragic. "So I lit incense."

"I’m scheduling the exorcism." Shoko exhale too exhausted.

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EXCLUSIVE LOOK INTO: SATORU GOJO’S PRIVATE DIARY

DO NOT READ. SERIOUSLY. I WILL KNOW. (...Unless you’re her. Hi.)

March 1st, 1:03 AM She bought the cinnamon granola again. Third time this month. I Googled if that has a deeper meaning. Apparently cinnamon symbolizes warmth and protection. So basically... she’s screaming my name through cereal. God, she’s so subtle. I love her mind.

March 3rd, 11:47 PM I saw her jaywalk. I was about to shout “be careful, love of my life!!” But then I remembered boundaries. So I whispered it into my scarf. That counts as self-restraint.

March 6th, 2:21 AM I dreamed about her again. We were in IKEA. She asked me to hold a lamp. I woke up crying. What does it mean???

March 9th, 4:06 PM She wore a blue hoodie today. Baby blue. Innocent. Casual. A little oversized. I wrote a poem about it:

Baby blue hoodie Engulfs my heart like soft clouds She has pockets. Damn.

March 11th, 12:59 AM Geto read one of my entries and said “this is illegal in 17 states.” He doesn't get it. He’s in love with logic. I’m in love with her.

March 13th, 8:34 PM Shoko threatened to burn my journal. She called it “romanticized surveillance literature.” So rude.

He flips the page dramatically, clicks his glitter gel pen, and titles the next entry: “Operation: Accidental Dog Park Encounter”

He doesn’t own a dog.

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i'm not joking he is the type to break into your apartment just to rearrange your fridge for better feng shui and then leave a sticky note saying 'love you'

this was brought to you by my scorpio moon.... what is your moon sign?????

if you suddenly don’t support the shooter bc he’s right wing I’m shaking you like a rag doll I’m throwing you into mount doom please look me in the eyes and remember that your biggest battle is not left vs right it is up versus down. they want you divided. keep your eyes on the prize. you want to eat the rich? so do the millions living in rural america. so do your farmers, your electricians, your welders, your fishermen. the men and women’s bodies who are exploited for labor. the class disparity the fear mongering the human rights violations stems from ABOVE!! they want you to despise each other to alienate each other to think we are not both human beings suffering for their profit. do not cover your eyes with their wool

Yan!Sylus x Isekai!Reader Masterlist

Initial Concept

The Red Means I Love You

Breaking the News

Him Above All

Showdown

Extras:

Snap Back to Reality

Dinner Party

Condolences

A Year In the Life

Luffy: "Trying to cook a meal for himself, because Sanji's not there atm" ...

Law: "Stands beside him with a med kit in case Luffy gets hurt" ...

Luffy: ...

Law: ...

Luffy: ...!

Law: ...?

Luffy: ......

Luffy: .....

Luffy: Ahm... Traffy?....

Law: "Sign" Come here, let me see

Law: "Puts a yellow monkey bandage on Luffy's finger" Try to be careful. We don't need any accidents in the kitchen

Luffy: Nishishi! With you there, any accident is a small thing!

Law: What? You want me there only because I'm a doctor? You should've asked Racoon-ya to help then

Luffy: Not just that! You're my loyal taster! And also, you're a handsome type of doctor. Whatever that means...

Law: "Chuckles" ...Well, if you need me that much

Sanji: What the- WHY THE HELL THERE'S TWO MOST SHIT COOK ASSHOLES ON MY KITCHEN!?!?

Law and Luffy stands infront of the burning pan: Aahh... Shit