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The Venus Drug

jason todd x afab!reader

aka the side effects of a run-in with poison ivy

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), sex pollen so its inherently not strictly speaking consensual, oral (f & m receiving), free use, overstimulation

A clattering in your living room has you blearily shifting awake. The dark of your bedroom takes your eyes longer to adjust to than usual, it feels like. You peer at the time, finding it only just past midnight. Even on the good nights, midnight is pretty early for him to be coming back. 

Though, there’s really little concern of the noise-maker being anyone but your boyfriend, he’s set up too many security measures and failsafes around your apartment for anyone to get lucky waltzing in. It does worry you though that he is making such a clamor when he’s usually so careful about entering silently as to not wake you. 

You’re about to climb out of bed to investigate when the door creaks open, though light doesn’t flood through the crack like you’d expected.

Jason stumbles into the doorway, falling into a lean against the wall for support.

You sit up quickly, instantly on alert. “What’s wrong?”

He takes one glance at you and immediately averts his gaze to the floor like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to.

You look down, thrown by his behavior, only to see your usual nighttime attire: one of his shirts over underwear.

You blink back up at him, furrowing your brow. “Jay?”

You can vaguely make out a sigh from him, “Fuck…” he squeezes his eyes shut. “Ivy..”

Ah. This has happened before to the others, but this is the first time you’ve seen him affected by it. You’re prepared for it, though you hadn’t anticipated that it would be so seemingly debilitating.

“What can I do?” You try not to look as concerned as you feel but you can’t say with confidence that it’s working.

He slowly pushes himself off the doorframe, heading wearily towards the bathroom. He tugs his shirt off with difficulty, tossing it to the side. “Nothing, nothing..I jus’ need to…” he takes a deep breath, “Get it out of my system..” He’s trying to be comforting but the pain in his voice rids it of all believability.

You frown, watching him linger. “That seems like the exact kind of thing I could help with.”

His eyes close helplessly as his head falls back, “You can’t, baby.”

“Why not?”

He sighs, “I’m not…as in control as I’d like to be right now.”

Your pout deepens. This is something you’re working on with him—trusting both you and himself with vulnerability. Especially when it comes to situations where he feels like he’s putting you in a vulnerable place too. But you trust him with your whole being and you want him to know it. “That’s okay.”

“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you say resolutely. “I trust you.”

He wavers, “No, I…No. I can’t.”

He says that, but he’s still not retreating to the bathroom. Instead, he loiters awkwardly, like he’s caught between decisions.

You feel a twinge of heartache in your chest, “Does it hurt?”

He’s quick to answer, “I’m alright.” Though he doesn’t try his hardest to sell you on the idea. 

Your face pans, “That’s not what I asked.”

“I—” he huffs, conceding. “Yeah. Yes.”

You extend your arms out, beckoning him towards you. It clearly goes against his better judgment but he can’t help himself from moving closer to you. An evident testament to the strength of Ivy’s work.

You take his hands in yours, looking up at him with begging eyes, “Let me help you? Please?”

Up close like this you can really see how labored his breathing is and how pained he looks. You sit up onto your knees, pulling his hands closer. “I wanna take care of you. Let me help my boy out. He deserves it.”

He steels his jaw, trying to replenish his rapidly weakening resolve. He exhales heavily before grabbing your chin, eyes serious. “Look at me,” he says sternly. “You stop me if I’m too rough.”

You nod adamantly, “I will.”

You fidget with the loop of his belt, waiting for permission. 

He squeezes your hands slowly, head bowing. “Help me, sweetheart.”

You’re instantly up on your feet, maneuvering him to switch places with you and sit down on the bed. You kneel down in front of him, undoing the clasp on his belt.

You tug his belt off, letting it clatter on the floor before freeing him the rest of the way. To your surprise, his eyes remain on you rather than your actions. He brushes your hair out of your face haphazardly, murmuring, “Pretty fucking girl..”

You keen at his words, fighting the urge to pause and rub up against him. Instead, you busy yourself and lick a line up his cock, immediately feeling his body stutter. You lick another stripe, this time adding a kiss afterwards.

His hands squeeze at the comforter under him, “Baby, please.”

You give a short nod before taking him in your mouth completely. He groans like it’s automatic, body practically vibrating in place. You rest your hands over his and he’s quick to turn his own over to hold onto yours.

It only works as a momentary distraction, as one of his hands leaves your grasp to move your hair from blocking his view again, petting your head nicely as you suck him off. “Oh, good girl. My good girl.”

He babbles when he gets overwhelmed during sex, though it doesn’t happen often. And especially not like this.

“Fucking—” he stammers, “God, you’re so—”

Frankly, the image of you on your knees in front of him, so willing and eager to help him out…it’s killing him. He’s putting absolutely all of his remaining restraint into not taking over and fucking your mouth the way he wants to—and it shows—so you’re doing your best to take as much of him in your mouth as you can and using your hand to compensate for the rest.

His head bobs back as his hand falls to a rest atop your head. His breathing is deep and heavy and you can see the way his abs flex through his restraint. His hand briefly fists up before stuttering back to lay open-palmed on your head.

“Oh, baby—” he lets out a gravelly moan and his arms nearly give out from holding him up as he comes.

You happily collect it on your tongue and he audibly groans when you swallow.

He’s quick to pull you up off the floor and place you on the bed so he can clamor over you. You fall back to have your arms hold you up as he finds your lips. 

“Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly. “Please.”

You oblige without hesitation as he kisses and gropes along your torso. You don’t realize what he’s doing until he’s at face level with your underwear, fingers dipping under the band.

You sit up onto your hands, “Jay, you don’t have to—”

He shakes his head, “‘M not gonna hurt you,” he mumbles, very adamant. “Not doin’ it.”

It’s been a long running personal requirement for Jason to thoroughly prep you in some way before fucking you, and he’s right for it—you would definitely get hurt if he didn’t.

You feel conflicted about it now though, like it’s not fair of you to let him pay such mind to you when he’s quite literally in unprecedented pain.

But he slips your underwear down without hesitation, not wasting any time in getting to work. He doesn’t start with his usual teasing and build-up, instead he goes straight into licking at your core, eyes closed and strands of white hair stuck to his forehead. 

He hooks one hand around your knee and the other wraps around your thigh, pulling you closer. He used the newfound proximity to lap at you with more concentration and purpose, quite literally devouring you. You struggle to keep your breathing in tune with the rest of your body, not having been prepared for so much so quickly.

He’s eating you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, not giving himself any time to breathe or even think about anything else. You’re about to push him away so that he’ll take a breath or two when he moans into your cunt, instantly veering your brain straight off course.

He breaks from licking your pussy only to change course in favor of sucking on your clit, leaving open-mouthed kisses every few seconds. You thread your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you can.

This is a new experience for both of you in terms of intensity and desperation and it has you feeling like you were injected with the same toxin he was. It throws you so completely out of your senses that you don’t even notice that he’s rutting into the bed as he kisses you. Though, odds are he doesn’t realize he’s doing it either.

His grip on you tightens as he gets more fervent, the dig from the indents of his fingers promising to bruise. His eyes flutter as he makes out with your pussy, little mewls making their way through periodically.

“Jay—” you cry, tugging harder than you’d meant to on his hair. He hums in response, letting you know that he’s here, he’s with you, he’ll take care of you. 

Even high out of his mind he can still read you like a book, and can tell that you’re nearing your peak. He gets meditated and precise with his actions, leading you right up to the edge. You whimper again and he begins to rut harder.

It takes only a few moments of this repetition for you to briefly tense up before you start to tremble, heat flooding through your body. The saccharine new taste of your cum motivates him to reach his own end, moaning into you and sending a second wave of rapture over you.

You exhale heavily as his forehead drops against your stomach, catching his breath. It doesn’t take him very long. 

You can just start to realize the persistent trembling in your thighs when he licks another stripe down your pussy. You whine, sitting up on your elbows and squirming higher up on the bed.

He pulls back murmuring, “Sorry.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, “Sorry.”

You watch as he pushes up on his forearms to look at you proper, seeming almost dizzy. “I need..I need…” his shoulders drop. “Please.”

You just nod, giving him permission to do whatever he needs. 

He pulls you up by the waist and tugs you into him as close as he can, kissing you hard. You move to hold his jaw in your hands, stroking your thumb across lightly. He leans you backwards to lay you down flat, head just below the pillows. He folds over you easily, kisses becoming less and less intentional in placement as his hands stroke and squeeze up your sides. 

He pulls away only to glance down as he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. He peers back up at your face as he does, watching carefully to make sure it doesn’t hurt.

You hold onto his shoulders as you take him, the stretch feeling significant but familiar.

He kisses your cheek once he’s fully inside and begins to rock in and out of you slowly. The pace picks up quickly as he continues to makeout with you.

A particularly intense thrust has you wrapping your arms fully around the frame of his shoulders, hugging him close to you. He immerses himself in the crook of your neck, fucking you with deeper and more punctuated strokes than you can remember.

“Jay,” you gasp as he places firm kisses across your jaw like he’s trying to hammer it into your head that he fucking loves you.

His thrusts gradually get faster and while it’s perfectly overwhelming for you, it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. 

He huffs before pulling out of you without warning. He untangles your arms from around him so he can flip you over to lay on your stomach. He pulls you back up just as quickly, arm wrapped around your torso, leaving you to hold yourself up by your hands and knees as he kisses on your neck messily.

This time when he reenters you he continues on with his previous pace, taking you by surprise once again. Your mouth is practically hanging open as he ruts into you, successfully sending your thoughts straight out of your head.

He lays kisses down your spine murmuring, “I love you.” He moves in and out of you without falter, “Thank you, thank you..”

His hands hold your waist in place, keeping you steady for both of your sakes. Multiple times his grip tightens only to loosen the second he realizes how hard he’s squeezing you. You don’t mind though, you’ve never had any trouble revering marks left behind by him before. 

“It’s—” you pant, “It’s okay—” you reach back to put your hand over his, pressing down.

His brash hold returns upon the permission, more assured. “Good girl, good—” he praises, “So fucking good for me, baby.”

He reaches around and dips his free hand below your hips, beginning to rub circles on your clit.

Your arms shake and you worry that they’re nearing buckling, but, attuned with you as ever, his arm wraps tighter around your middle, pulling you up a bit higher so that you barely have to mind any of the work of holding yourself up.

He makes sure to support your weight nicely, holding you in a way that he knows won’t be uncomfortable for you. His circles never cease, never falter from that just right pace he’s come to know like the back of his hand.

You’re brought to your high by the arrival of his, struggling to keep your head upright as you come.

He thumps down over to the side to lay on his back, chest heaving. You pick up your head to look over at him, finding that he doesn’t look nearly as exhausted as you’re sure you do. Still, he breathes heavy, pupils blown out and sweaty.

You notice how his fists clinch up and loosen a couple times over, trying to convince himself that he’s done, he doesn’t need any more from you, he’s all better now. 

But you also notice that he’s still hard. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, dead set on not looking at you and having to confront that he really, really does still need you.

So you force yourself to sit up, placing a hand on his chest for balance. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to relax for your sake but that’s the last thing you want him to do.

You push yourself up and over his waist, perching over his abs and brushing his hair back from his forehead. You press a kiss to his head before sitting up on your knees and reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance.

You plant a hand on his chest as you sink down onto him with a deep breath.

“You’re okay,” he rasps, watching in mesmerization as you start to lift your weight up slowly off of your thighs and sink back down.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, guiding his hands to your hips. The presence of his hands on you feels like reassurance and works wonders to help you pick back up some of your energy.

The pace you latch onto feels good, for both of you, but you realize fairly quickly that you’re not going to be able to go as fast as he needs you to.

His hands slip down from your hips to your upper thighs, helping you bob up and down. It doesn’t take long for this to give way to him grabbing your hips and moving you entirely himself.

You watch his arm muscles flex as he shifts you around, leaving you awed with the way he shows virtually no struggle while shifting the majority of your body weight up and down over and over again. Just being completely manhandled by him has you letting out an involuntary moan, letting your head fall back.

“There you go, there you go,” he coos, motions without cessation.

He has you riding him faster than you ever have before and it becomes overwhelming quickly. But Jason, ever the caretaker, coaches you through it, encouraging your every movement.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, watching the way your breasts bounce. “Perfect fucking thing.”

The acclaim in his voice makes your eyes shut and your diaphragm shake, all while he continues to fuck you senseless. 

Your body stutters above him, hands flying onto his for support. He comes only moments later, seemingly the only thing that could break his concentration for ragdolling you. The following release of your hips has you slumping over onto his chest, face laying in the bend of his neck.

He turns his head wearily to you, rubbing a hand up your back. “‘R you okay?” he slurs out.

You hum feebly, eyes unable to stay open.

“Can I…?” It takes hearing the words for you to realize that somehow he’s still hard.

You try to nod hard enough that it can be distinguished against the heaviness of your breathing, though you can’t be sure you were successful.

He sighs, “Baby…”

His hangup is immediately clear to you, even through the haze of being post-three orgasms in less than thirty minutes. It takes real, measurable effort to get this singular word through, but you manage.

“Yes,” you breathe out. A ‘yes’ is going to have to work for him because you don’t have a shot at stringing together anymore syllables.

He places a gentle hand on the back of your head, his other landing on your lower back. He slowly starts to fuck you again, this time much softer than before. It’s calm enough that you can settle into the fatigue in your bones and start to feel the exhaustion sweep over your consciousness.

In between kisses laid sweetly upon your neck, He murmurs affections to you the whole time, though you lose almost all of them to sleep. He moves you around a bit more as he goes, though careful to be gentle enough that he doesn’t disturb your peace anymore than he has to.

By the time he’s done he’s bordering on completely out of it and can’t do anything but collapse atop you, nuzzling into your neck.

There’s a pretty consistent pattern that can be found when helping him deal with post-patrol aftermath. Scarecrow’s never any good, his pop-ups tend to end in winding Jason down from panic. There’s always injuries after Bane and invariably there’ll be a mess from Clayface. Half the time he has to get an entirely new suit after a run-in with Killer Croc. So as far as Gotham’s problems go, Poison Ivy isn’t the worst. 

the morning after epilogue

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Chapter One

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"Hey! I caught you!" 

Did he just...? He just said it.

His happy words nearly had me frozen in place. A gleeful joy was written all over him, giggling at me with his arms still loosely wrapped around my waist as he leaned closer. I nearly did the same, clenching the fabric of his shirt tight enough that I thought he would disappear if I let go.  

He just said the words, didn't he?

Looking into the pitch of his dark eyes, I could feel something 'click' into place in my head. It was a strange, cathartic feeling that washed my fear away in waves. This was it. This was him. But... how? 

Every slight brush of his skin against me sent tingles down the ridge of my spine, soothing and jittery all at once, the alien feeling of excitement that wasn't my own making my eyes widen.  

We sat there for a moment just observing each other, though his giggling invaded the silence every few seconds. The apple of his cheek sported a crescent scar, pushed up by his bright smile. Black hair tickled the edges of his ears, covered by a straw hat with a red band, coal eyes still searching for a reply as I sat stunned in between his legs.

I couldn't believe it. It was like the rest of the world faded away in that second, a deep fluttering feeling building in my stomach as I focused on all his features. This felt like everything I had read online and more. My heartbeat thrummed in my chest and ears the more I looked at him. 

But still, there was no way. It didn't seem real.

As he sat up a little more to get a bit more comfortable, I shakily brought my forearm to my line of sight, and my breath hitched. 

'Hey, you caught me! -Monkey D. Luffy'

The name had changed. 

Oh my god, the name changed!

This boy in front of me was my soulmate.

"Luffy, what the hell did you do?!" The shrill voice of a woman came close as she stood behind Luffy and peered down at me, her bright orange hair and brown eyes stern and concerned all at once.

"You better not have hurt this pretty girl, so help me—" A strong male voice sounded behind us, which meant there must've been more people around. When I turned around to view the other person, I was greeted by somebody else.

"Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" The owner of the cute voice nearly sent me reeling again, feeling my breath get caught in my throat. Fisting the fabric of the white robe the boy wore in front of me a little tighter, I tried to ground myself and understand what I was seeing. A small reindeer with a blue nose, a pink top-hat with a white 'X' on it, and it was... standing on two legs? Did he just speak? 

I blinked, glancing every which way, feeling my nerves getting more worked up by all the other odd strangers surrounding me. A man with blonde hair and curly eyebrows, a man with tan skin and a long nose, a man with green hair, and a tall woman with black hair. None of them looked the least bit familiar.

I felt the tears build again on my waterline, and this sent the poor creature in front of me into a panic as a few dripped down my cheeks.

"She's unresponsive! Quick, somebody get me my medicine bag!" As the reindeer ran away in a frenzy, I stayed perplexed, turning to look at my soulmate being clobbered by the young woman as she continued to berate him.

"See, Luffy? I told you to stop doing that, I knew you'd end up hurting somebody!" Luffy, my soulmate, whined and rubbed his head. His other arm stayed wrapped around me, a feeling that left me hyper aware of his touch, and I stared at the two in bewilderment.

"But, she would've been hurt way worse if I hadn't caught her," His teary eyes quickly evaporate when he sees me looking at him again, morphing into a sad look when he sees the newly formed tear trails, a few still falling.

"Hey, you okay? You're safe now, I caught you." He leans closer, concerned, and I nearly topple over trying to back away at the sudden closeness, "Why were you falling out of the sky, anyways?"

My cheeks burn at the proximity, glancing between his face and everything else all at once. Feeling his breath fan over my skin softly, I could've passed away then and there. His gaze was so intense, practically searching my soul. 

"Luffy, let's not overwhelm her all at once. She just fell from a nasty height, and she's obviously scared. Give her some space." A nasally voice speaks up from behind us as well, and I nearly snapped out of whatever trance I was in. My brain was being slow due to past events of nearly dying, clogged even more by the oddly sudden appearance of my soulmate. Only caught up to the point where Luffy's first words were said, I conjure up a response, still staring at his face:

"Um... yeah, you did," They all quiet down, when I practically whisper the reply to Luffy in a shaky voice, "you caught me, thanks."

Every single person around us chokes on air, the ones I can see all have gaping mouths and wide eyes. Luffy pays them no mind, and I look around at them. Were they disappointed? 

"Haha, yeah! No problem, anytime!" His smile is cut short by a pondering face, "Wait... why does that sound so familiar?"

I feel the cold flash of fear plummet into my stomach again. 

And then everyone is yelling at him. 

He doesn't bother checking the mark, or checking mine for that matter. He was so... nonchalant. Almost like he didn't even realize he had a soulmate mark. Frowning, I feel a surge of disappointment and look back at the mark on my forearm just to be sure I wasn't imagining it. His name was still there, so why wasn't he reacting? Did he not like me or something?

Did he not want me as a soulmate? 

The thought had my heart aching already. 

Pushing away from the boy with the white robes, I manage to pry him off of me and ignore the overbearing feeling of wanting to be near him. The soothing tingles disappeared, freeing my mind from the buzzing feeling and letting it clear a little bit. 

"You idiot!" The redhead is back to pounding him on the skull again, his straw hat flying somewhere as I gulp nervously and wince. Concern started to take over the disappointment; that had to have hurt.

"She's your soulmate! Look at your wrist before I wring your scrawny neck!" Despite the warning, she already was; shaking him rapidly by the neck as he sputtered and choked out apologies. 

"This guy really gets to have a soulmate and I don't? Seriously?" The nasally voice pipes up.

"Honestly, poor kid." A rough, deep voice that I hadn't heard yet agreed with the group's woes.

I don't get it. Why didn't he acknowledge me at all? And why is everyone looking at me with pity? 

Standing on shaky legs, I lost balance as the boat tipped, the black haired woman was suddenly at my side to keep me upright; stopping me from being thrown around by the waves jostling the ship.

"Are you all right?" She's incredibly pretty with a silky smooth voice; the type of voice I would like a narration for a book to sleep to. Black hair, light blue eyes, and perfectly tanned skin... She could be a model. I blink before nodding with a small 'yes.'

"I'm Nico Robin, it's nice to meet you." She smiles at me gently, and I feel a slight calm. She seemed a little more normal in comparison to the others I've seen.

"I'm Nami," The red haired girl from before pipes up, smiling at me with her hands still wrapped tightly around Luffy's neck, "And this is our captain, Luffy. You probably already knew his name, though."

Glancing down at the writing on my wrist at the insinuation, I nodded in confirmation. So they did know that Luffy had a soulmate. 

She smiles again with an 'I figured,' and then goes back to cursing and shaking the teen as he cries at her to stop. A part of me gets a little nervous watching him be strangled, before the next person is walking up to me.

"Try to ignore those two, you get used to it," A man with a long nose, a thin face, and a large bush of black hair beneath his hat approaches; I recognize his voice from earlier, "I'm Captain Usopp! Brave warrior of the seas!"

"And I'm Sanji, please let me know if there's anything you'd like to eat, my lady! You must be starving after being so scared!" A blond with curled eyebrows and hearts in his eyes roughly pushes Usopp out of the way, who yells at him in the process. The blonde ignores Usopp's bickering and continues to gush over 'how beautiful I am,' and 'how I must've dropped from heaven.'

Overwhelmed, I take a step back and bump into someone. Turning around, I'm met with the steel cold gaze of the man with green hair. Although I'm grateful that he's not as overbearing as Sanji, he's very intimidating; silent, with crossed arms and three swords on the holsters at his side. 

"Zoro." I blink and nod at him with an apology for bumping into him. He shrugs, looking disinterested. 

"Don't sweat it." A small tug on my shirt brings me away from Zoro. 

"I'm Tony-Tony Chopper!" I glance down and find the strange, yet oddly adorable, reindeer at my feet who spoke to me earlier. 

"I'm the ship's doctor! Are you sure you're well enough to stand? You must still be in shock." Comically, another wave jostles the ship, and Zoro places a hand on my shoulder to keep me steady before I fall flat on my face. 

Glancing around at everyone once again, I notice they're all staring at me; aside from Luffy, who is currently on the floor wheezing, tongue lolling like a dog. Once I realize they're expecting an introduction, I quickly stutter out a response, feeling stupid for not introducing myself sooner when they had already.

"I-I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n), sorry. I just, um... I'm really confused? Where... Where are we?" The question has them confused this time around.

"You don't know where you are? We're on the Grand Line." I look at Nami, skepticism clear on my face. I've never heard of that before...

"The Grand Line? Is that somewhere near New York?" They're all silent, not having a clue on what that place is. It's obvious with the delivery of their blank stares.

"New York City? You... You don't know it?" The prospect has me nearly panicking again. Where the hell am I? How did I get here?

"I've never heard of it. Sorry," The redhead looked bashful when she finally interrupted the silence, "Maybe it's a place we haven't been to yet?"

"I-It's a city. A big one, with tons of cars and subway systems. There's a lot of people, too," I stop to think a bit more on any other details, "it's always busy. Also nicknamed 'the city that never sleeps?'"

"Cars?" Usopp whispers to Nami, not understanding what I'm saying.

"Subway systems?" Sanji mutters to himself, also confused. I look at all of them hurriedly, feeling my hope diminish with each pitiful stare.

"Uh, no. Sorry kid, can't say I've heard of it." The green haired man, Zoro speaks up this time after a long, drawn out silence. 

I feel the dread pile up in my chest. All of them look at me like I've grown another head, except for Robin, who's pondering to herself with a hand on her chin.

"That's-- It can't be. It's not possible..." She whispers to herself, eyes wide. She looks as if she's made a breakthrough, and I feel myself perk up a bit. The rest of the crew looks at her now, curious.

"What's not possible?" Usopp chimes.

"The only time I've ever heard of that area is from a book," She starts, "It's very short, with not much evidence, but it mentions the odd happenings of travelers from the past who all claimed they come from other worlds. Very few have existed, and they were all hundreds of years apart, so there was no definitive study... But, I'm certain that's the only time I've heard of the city you mentioned."

"Wait, so you mean..." Usopp begins, and Nami finishes for him.

"You're from another world?!" Nami is suddenly loud and in my face, gripping my shoulders in amazement. I feel sick to my stomach, feeling the blood drain from my face.

"That's right. There was an anonymous man years ago who said he was from the city of New York, located on a large continent called The United States. There was a devil fruit user that once backed his claims, but there's no record of the names of either person; only lost articles in the writings of their crew." Robin, now looking at my unstable posture in Nami's hands, takes one look at my pale face and seems to confirm it in her head.

"You listed some of the same descriptions that he did, which means you must be from that area, am I correct?" I swallow the lump in my throat. Mind reeling about a mile a minute, I nod shakily.

"S-So... that means... I'm..."

Not home anymore.

"Yes," Robin agrees. "You're nowhere near where you used to live. My guess is that you were transported here because your soulmate was in this place while you weren't; though, there's not a lot of evidence to back that theory since, like I mentioned, this specific ordeal doesn't happen often in history."

"R-Right," I lose feeling in my legs, "Th-That makes sense, I guess. O-Okay."

Nami and Robin gently rest me against a wall of the ship, where I feel like I could faint. Resting my head in my hands, I suppress the need to hyperventilate. It's not possible, that's never been possible. Sure, there are disappearances where I'm from, but people from another world? Is it possible? It's never been documented. Not once. Not ever.

"H-Hey, Um..." Nami is kneeling in front of me, hands on her legs like she's apologizing for something. She looks both sorry and nervous, like I would explode into tears depending on what she said. Then again, I couldn't promise that I wouldn't.

"At least you've found Luffy, right? That has to count for something."

I blinked languidly at her, before turning to look at my newfound soulmate. He was sitting up, rubbing his neck and coughing from Nami's rough treatment. The more I focused on him, the more I could feel a pain in my own neck as well. Despite that, the familiar prickle of goosebumps serves to soothe me a bit.

"Yeah... I guess you're right," I nodded, before looking back at Nami, "I was looking for him  before I... came here, so it works out. I-In a weird way."

She looks at me pitifully, I distract myself from her with the little clip-clopping of footsteps coming my way. Chopper comes waddling up at my side with a stethoscope and a medical kit, without a word he takes my wrist in his little hooves and checks my pulse, but I can hear him mumbling under his breath nervously.

"Hey, weird girl," I perk up at the sound of Luffy's grainy voice from his spot, frowning in distaste at the slightly offensive name, "How'd you get here, anyways?"

A beat of a moment, and then everyone is yelling at him again.

"You idiot! We just talked about that!"

"Don't call her 'weird,' she's your soulmate, you little shit!" 

"Were you even listening?!"

"Nope." He deadpans, and I furrow my eyebrows. He wasn't even listening? Why wasn't he as honed in on me as I was to him? He didn't even seem like he was drawn to my presence, when I haven't been able to take my eyes off of him. 

Trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, I gulped down the thought that maybe he really didn't want me. If we were soulmates, that wouldn't be possible; it shouldn't be possible. 

"W-Well, like I said, I was looking for you," I pointed at him, "and in the process I was leaning against the railing of a bridge it broke... So, um. I fell, and right as I was going to hit the water... I was falling out of the sky here. I think."

"But..." Luffy looks completely confused. "Why were you looking for me?"

Another eruption of noise, and I scrunch my eyebrows again, biting my lip and trying not to cry. Did he seriously not know? Had he not realized by now? 

Oh, god. Maybe he really didn't care. 

"Whatever," Furrowing his brow, he gets up and plops himself down on the floor next to me, staring intently at my face as he rests his own in his hands. He looked like a little kid waiting for someone to give him a treat. 

"I don't get why, but it felt really good holding you." Slowly, I feel my face start to burn, embarrassed that he would say something out loud in front of the people around us, who were all facepalming at his strange antics. Covering my own face with my cold hands, I try to soothe the hot feeling of my skin and calm all my raging emotions at the same time. He was so confused, but maybe he was just confused at the situation. I hoped so. 

"Wait, did I do something?" He sounds flustered and nervous before I hear him shuffle closer, "You just make me feel all weird and tingly. I like it!"

"Do you... not know why? Why you feel that way, I mean..." My soft voice seems to catch him off guard as I peek at him over my fingers, he's almost as close as when we first saw each other, looking as if he was searching for a gap to see my face. 

"Mm-mm. Should I?" He shakes his head, messy hair falling over his eyes. I can tell he's telling the truth, and I'm not sure if I should feel satisfied or conflicted. I hesitate before speaking again.

"Well, you have a tattoo, right?" He nods, before bringing out his arm and pointing at it. Scrawled there are my first words, followed by my name. It feels surreal to find it on his skin. 

"Yeah it's right here— Wait, it changed! Who's (Y/n)?" I'm stunned. So he doesn't know. Maybe he wasn't raised to know about having a soulmate?

"You're so stupid! Don't you remember anything?" More bickering from the crew mates who seem flabbergasted by his actions.

"You're the one who told us about her in the first place!" A spark of disbelief causes my heart to skip a beat. So he did know, he just forgot? But, is that a good thing or a bad thing? 

"That's her!" Sanji points towards me, "Right there, she's your soulmate, remember?!"

"Who?" His response sparks outrage, and I shake my head a little, feeling disheartened again. But, it's better to clear up the confusion now, before feeling worse about it later... right? 

Still, so much for searching for my soulmate. He hasn't even been looking for me all this time.

"You're Luffy, right?" I ask him quietly.

"Yeah, that's me! How'd you know?" I nod lightly and show him my own arm.

"Look, your name is on my wrist; and my name," I point at my name on his wrist, "is on yours."

"See?" After a long drawn out 'ohh,' he's all smiles again.

"So, that means you're my soulmate! I get it!" He's a laughing mess, before he grabs my wrist and looks at the words while my cheeks light up again. The rest of the team are sitting, slack jawed, amazed at this girl who was able to clear up his confusion in a few sentences. 

"That's why you're so cute!" He giggles waving my arm around like it's some sort of toy. My whole face turns bright red, but I'm still left feeling a bit bittersweet. The initial buzz of our first meeting was dulled now that I had learned the differences in our situations.

"No wonder you're his soulmate." Zoro pipes up with a scoff.

"I've never seen anyone tame that boy without hitting him or bribing him. That's pretty impressive." Usopp crosses his arms and nods at me with respect.

"Sh-She's an angel!" Sanji screeches from behind them all.

Chapter Two (coming soon)