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Chapter 10

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Word Count: 2,600+

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"Whom so ever fits the ring becomes wed to the warlord who owns it"

Themes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, forced proximity, lord and subordinate, one bed trope, apprehension, mutual pining, obligation, slow burn, eventual love, protective, "where is my wife" trope.

Warning: MDNI, 18+, smut, making love, husband and wife, marriage, gendered terms, love, romance, supernatural themes.

Notes: This is the final, and shorter, chapter of Mihawk's fairytale au. I want to thank you all for allowing me to take you on a journey through this land, and I truly hope you have enjoyed your time here. Happy reading!

The sounds of melodies and the warm crackle of fire continued in its rise at the gathering on the grounds of Kuraigana. The merriment of the disjointed gathering held on the forefront of the new lord and lady Dracule continued to spread into the night. Many of the less spritely exited the party long after the first hour of their absence, and many more bid their farewell after the following two that continued thereafter.

“You reckon they fell asleep?” the nasally tenor of the infamous clown grimaced towards the soft illuminance in the window above the steeple peak. The follow of several pairs of eyes trail up beside the teal gaze of Buggy’s lingering curiosity.

“Now, now. That would be rather rude of them, don’t you think?” the red-haired pirate joined beside his old friend, smirking up at him while trailing his gaze up on the window beside him. “They’re newlyweds, but they’re still the two we know and love. There would be no way they’d fall asleep without at least saying ‘goodnight’, despite how long they've been waiting for one another.”

Buggy scoffed, immediately moving to the other side of the campfire beside Sir Crocodile, who placed another cigar between his lips and moved to strike it ablaze. Once illuminated, he exhaled a breath of the sour mixture up into the sky, watching the wispy vapors joining with the pale moonlight. Within the silvery streaks glittering the chilled frost of the dust, the image shifted to reveal a shape of a haunting spectre glancing at him with malicious intent. Blinking rapidly to adjust his amethyst colored eyes, he assumed he was mistaken by some trick of the light.

“Anyone know any other songs? Or something else we can toast to?” Shanks twirled around before the fireplace and beamed his smile brightly towards his first-mate, “Go on, Becks. Give us a reason to sing, would you?” The usually grimacing face of the silver-haired Benn Beckman withdrew itself into a soft smile while he echoed the earlier sentiments of the evening.

“What else is there to drink to than the bride and groom?” he shrugged, uncorking another bottle of rum and gesturing to the guests that remained with them for a top up, “Everyone, raise your glasses, tankards, goblets, or bootheels in your case, Clown.”

Buggy toasted up with his heeled boot, the froths of ales and rums mixing together to form an otherworldly concoction of blood-poisoning spilling over the edge of the leathery ankle as he did as such. Zoro and Perona elevated their glasses, as did the Red Hair pirates, Sir Crocodile’s associates, and a handful of remaining guests. Benn Beckman drew the bottle to the air and saluted to the illuminated window.

“To the Lord and Lady Dracule, rulers of Kuraigana. Long may they live.”

“Long may they live.”

Water sloshed over the porcelain edge of the bathtub as your bodies moved in synchrony against one anothers. Lips met against yours as your husband’s knuckles whitened on either side of your bed as he perched them. His hips staggered against your own as you gripped beneath his shoulders, clawing at his back to tether you against his motions.

At a few more manic thrusts, he elicited a soft cry as ropes of his viscous release spilled deep within your abdomen. Your walls spasmed around him as words were lost to you. All that you could do was trust your new husband, Lord Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana, to shepherd you through your ecstasy. Euphoria crescendoed and drew you both to your conclusion, all while soft echoes of devotion and adoration continued to echo within the silence.

Mihawk’s eyes met with yours as his right hand reached to grasp your left, interlacing his fingers with your own while drawing his water-damp forehead flush with your own. Smiles slowly drew up your faces, Mihawk’s eyes creasing at the corners as his boyish grin became one silently promised to be reserved only for you.

“Forgive me, my lady,” Mihawk whispered to you as he gave your hands a gentle squeeze with his own, “It appears I may have to assist you in cleaning once more.” You shook your head with your laugh, breaking away contact against his forehead to press a chaste kiss against the bridge of his nose.

“That is how we got into this mess in the first place, my lord,” you retorted as you angled your hips, withdrawing himself from you and gathering the washcloth to the side of you both, “And while I do appreciate your desire to continue to ravage me well into the quiet hours of the morn, our guests are still outside by the campfire waiting for our emergence as husband and wife.” You began to wash yourself as Mihawk moved to the outer edge of the large bathtub, appearing out and witnessing a drunken stupor occur where Shanks was attempting to teach Zoro a swashbuckling maneuver.

“It does indeed appear that way,” he uttered softly before becoming distracted in his viewing by you leaving the bathtub. With a small wobble in your step, Mihawk immediately stood and rushed to stabilize you: arms bracing against your shoulders and collecting your left hand with his own. “Easy now,” he uttered with a smirk within his drawl, “You must be more careful where you step, darling. We have been exercising for a few hours now, and you must allow your body to recover before attempting such a greater feat as exiting our bathtub unaided.”

Rolling your eyes, you peered over your shoulder and gifted him a pointed look of disapproval. Where your students would have cowered and apologized for whichever way they vexed you, Mihawk only leaned down and gazed at you with a dark and possessive aura within his honeyed eyes. That darkened gaze drew down to your lips before floating back to dispute which of your own he would focus on the most. You shook your head to silently chastise him for attempting to begin another unspoken round of ensuring the union was undeniably consummated, stabilizing your stand and using him as a brace before reaching for your towel.

“We gave our word we would return,” you spoke softly as you dried your hair and body with the featherlight towel. “And I know you to be a man of honor, Lord Dracule. As much as I desire to remain in this room, or the one thereover,” you turned to watch your husband in his glory exit the bathtub, holding his eyes against your own as you tied the towel over your chest, “We have the rest of our lives to explore one another within any room that takes your fancy.”

Mihawk took his own towel and dried his body hastily before tying it around his own waist. As you became distracted by finding the appropriate part in your hair, two arms grasped around your waist and hoisted you into the air. A squeak fled your lips as those hands shifted to hook beneath your bare legs and around your back as your husband escorted you towards your marital suite. Your voice became jovial as you and Mihawk began laughing in complete unity, only halting when he placed you back onto the bed you had enjoyed a few hours prior together.

“I informed you before I drew you your bath that I had a gift for you,” he nodded softly while moving his hands slowly against your body, down your knees and over your calves. “I would like to bestow it onto you now, should you be ready to receive it.” He withdrew his hands from your body and moved himself towards his adjoining ensuite dresser.

The rounds of rustling materials pricked at your ears. Buckles and buttons were the objects to follow, all before your husband had reemerged clad in a more relaxed version of his marital uniform. His pale, frilled shirt was unlaced to above his navel, an embroidered red and gold belt donning buckles and braces were hovering above his darkened pants. In his arms, an embroidered red dress matching the belt clasped around his waist.

“It is not as intricate as the ones you designed prior, nor is it as glamorous,” he informed you whilst stepping closer towards your form sitting against the bed. He slowly sat to your right, bringing the material and flat-laying it over your thighs as he did so. “It is another custom of my people. This is a gesture, a symbolic reminder that you are now representing not only yourself, but the Dracule name. I… My…” He trailed off, peering down and taking your right hand in his left.

His wedding band warmed the back of your skin, a contrast to his cool fingers as he rose it to his lips. Placing a small kiss to your knuckles, he inhaled and exhaled deeply against your skin before resuming his speech.

“This was something my mother wore, one of the few memories I retain are all within the portraiture I hold in my treasury. She,” he brought his eyes up to peer into your own with that melancholy smile you had known drawing into his lips, “Would have adored you. All of you, my love. My largest regret is you two had not met in this lifetime.” He slowly reached up and hovered over the tie at the front of your towel. “The only question I have for you now is: will you bear this dress in the same way you will bear my name beside yours?”

Without hesitation, you drew your hand over the one on your chest and fully removed your towel from your body. He smiled as you took the bust of the dress in your arms whilst leaning up to press your lips to his.

“I am your lady, Lord Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana,” you uttered firmly against his lips before pulling away, darting your eyes between his and shuddering through a smile filled with more emotion than you had expressed prior, “If you would have me bear your name, pledging yourself to be mine as much as I am yours, I will wear whichever dress you elect to don my form.” Mihawk exhaled a sigh of relief before a mischievous grin crawled onto his whiskered lips.

“It would fare far better to greet our welcoming entourage than what I had to remove earlier this evening,” he uttered smoothly as you stood, hastily throwing the dress over your head and flicking your hair away from your face. You scoffed, scolding him wordlessly while fastening the embroidered material against your chest and body.

Both yourself and Dracule Mihawk continued readying yourselves to greet your guests once more, all while stealing kisses from one another between each tie, sock, and boot. Upon returning to your mess of various states of drunken guests, a loud cheer uproared from the party as they welcomed you beside the fire.

As you approached the burning heap, you noticed Sir Crocodile gazing pensively up in the clouds as opposed to the variety of onlookers gracefully welcoming you into their company. Perona and Zoro were the first to join you on either side, the former tugging at your dress with thick tears beginning to spill over her lash line. Zoro was fairing none the better, far from the bratty attitude he had once welcomed you with upon your introduction.

Meals began to pour from the pot, the traditional midnight wedding soup exchanging between hands as Lucky Roux ladled each portion as it came. Both Buggy and Shanks had begged drunkenly for your forgiveness as they asked politely to spirit your husband from his position beside you to speak with him discreetly. Mihawk made to cast them aside in favor of spending his night soldered to your side, but you shook your head and spared him a moment away from you.

Sir Crocodile continued to gaze up at the moon, eyes troubled by something within the light while whisps and vapors continued to waft from his lips and shoulders. Considering your husband was indisposed, you took the initiative to approach the hulking man lingering isolated beside the fire.

“Sir Crocodile,” you spoke firmly to introduce your presence to the position beside him, “Are you not enjoying the festivities at this hour?” He turned to face you, gifting you that devious smirk as he gestured for your hand. Using his hook, he plucked the cigar from his lips before stooping down to place a kiss to the backs of your knuckles, rising as hastily as he stooped while making mention of your full name and title as his greeting.

“I would assume you to be having a far greater time than myself,” he offered with a small chuckle before placing his thick cigar back between his teeth. “You are a married woman now, with name and title to follow behind. The World’s Greatest Swordsman as your beau, and a legion of allegiances to follow suit. Tell me…” He took a moment to pause, gazing up at the moon before drawing his eyes back to yours, “...Was it so bad afterall, Lady Dracule?” Sir Crocodile’s question was posed with an almost innocence and urgency to his tone, one that took you off your guard.

Taking a moment to ponder, you gazed down at the twin-set of rings donning your fingers. The union band forged by and for your husband lingering beneath the curse bestowed upon your courtship band. You spared your thoughts towards each event that transpired to allow for all of this possible. The job offer, the two wards, the broody lord, the creature of fur and feather you eventually learned to be your husband in disguise: every element to the cursed Sapsorrow specter that drew each element together.

“There are worser fates to be bestowed with, both you and I can agree on that as fact,” you admit fondly as you recount the dresses and love growing between you and your beloved, “I only asked for dresses to be made from impossible substances, nothing that my now husband had within his reach of capabilities.” You leaned forward, grasping his upper shoulder and giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “And for your role in procuring one of those heavy feats, both he and I are indebted to you. You have my gratitude, Sir Crocodile.”

"Lady Dracule," Sir Crocodile nodded softly, focussing on your motions while you withdrew from his side towards the merriment now returning at the campfire. Music was played by Cabaji and Galdino, a tune you were witnessing Perona attempting to take the reins in the masculine dance position while Zoro was the unwilling feminine counterpart. Your smile drew up on your features as the two of them eased into an easy rhythm, only growing broader as Zoro used his countenance to balance her motions flawlessly.

Mihawk drew himself once more to your side, reaching for your hand and entwining it with his own as he lead you both towards the makeshift dance floor by the fireside. His eyes grew half-lidded as he leaned in, humming along to the tune as it came to him, only desiring to depict his love and adoration towards you in each swooping motion. As each moment passed, you and he both had it dawn on you with the sun as it split across the horizon.

It was done, the feats finally completed. You and he had successfully become that which was bound in stone and gold: twin souls now forged in matrimony. Whatever those dates held was now secured by the tight bonds of unity between you and your husband, all with gratitude and smiles to the forces that thrust you together. All you had to do now was wait for the next tomorrow to rise and set, all with those to come thereafter: faced together as the Lord and Lady Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana.

The End.

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Further Notes: Big thank you to my sister, Mermaniaa, for being the one to push me to write this series - and to write in general. This series was made to express my gratitude and absolute joy to have you as my baby sister. Happy Birthday, and I hope you liked it.

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petrichorium · 8 months ago

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also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.

#one piece x reader #sir crocodile x reader #ask.🌧#saintshigaraki #char.🌧 sir crocodile #mine.🌧#concept heavily discussed w kae and alec on discord LOL so ty if u see this 🫶🏻#maybe tomorrow I’ll write reader’s side of the reunion but I am Eepy so I leave it there LOL #but just……. him being a bit neglectful the first go. kinda taking you for granted #and then having the shock of his life when u leave + he is taken down #and it turns into this almost psychosexual thing where u represent that success & power & being on the top #so he Needs you again and this time he will Not ignore u he will cherish you and hold you tightly and shower you w whatever you want #(unless you want a longer leash……… he will not give u that. u will be staying close)#(on his lap ideally)#anywayyyyy #did NOT proofread I am so tired LMFAOOOOOO #cw.yandere #I suppose LOL

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ac-schryver · 2 years ago

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I’m kinda lost in One Piece…. I did see Zoro

Mihawk: Crocodile, I was thinking of us arranging a marriage between my son and yours

Crocodile: Zoro won’t marry Luffy

Mihawk: and what’s wrong with my boy?

Crocodile: nothing’s wrong with Zoro, but Luffy wouldn’t marry him either.

Mihawk: -frown- why?

Crocodile: Luffy’s 19 let him just be free from marriage contracts, I said No Hancock!

Hancock: he should marry me.

Crocodile: No! No one is marrying Luffy! Also why are you asking me not Garp?

Hancock: Dragon laughed at me.

Mihawk: Garp did to me as well.

Crocodile: and Why not Ivankov?

Hancock: He laughed and said only his prefect Princess who went through bride training can, and then when i demanded he teach me, he laughed and Sicced that Sabo on me.

Crocodile: did you ask Shanks?

Mihawk: Shanks’ eye twitched and his crew told me to run.

Crocodile: Buggy?

Hancock: and Why Buggy?

Crocodile: He’s Shanks’ husband!

Hancock: we could try

Mihawk: Don’t bother, Buggy has probably heard from Shanks about our questions

Zoro: -walks in- Luffy’s been in love with that shitty cook since we found him on that fish boat restaurant. Shit how did I get here?

#crocodile #crocomom #one piece mihawk #roronoa zoro #sanji x luffy #sanlu #boa hancock

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mybworlds · 2 months ago

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Under the Sea

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Warnings: use of you, you’re a mermaid, I won't give any details except for nice long legs and very long hair, nudity, violence (a little?), use of both pov. Things are and will be different from the movie. If I missed smt please let me know.

Summary: Marcus Acacius is celebrated in Rome and meets after a long time his bride-to-be, while you ask for help to your aunt Mira to be part of his world as soon as possible.

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As you absently comb your hair you think back to the face of that soldier, his face was perhaps hardened by the many battles and events of his life. You’d so much like to be able to caress his face and ease his suffering.

You returned home, but a part of you and your heart remained there on the coast of Lazio.

You wonder if he has returned home and if he’s happy, if he’s well, if by chance he has not already left for some other distant land. You even wonder if he thinks about you every now and then or if he has already forgotten you.

Down there, under the sea, you almost force yourself not to come back up to the surface and go back there. According to your sisters, you're in love.

Of course you didn't tell them that you came up to the surface, they think that maybe you fell in love with some newt. You don't dare imagine what your father might say or do, he would lock you up saying that you don't understand the grave dangers you could run into and he would prevent you from going back up and seeing him again.

The only one you can confide this secret to is your aunt Mira. One evening you take advantage of your father's absence and join her.

The place where she is is very dark and much deeper than where you, your father and your beloved sisters live. She once told you that in a fit of rage, she had created a monster with the features of a crocodile and the head of a dragon that attacks anyone who tries to approach her lair. Luckily she also told you how to avoid it, which is by going through a cave where the temperature is freezing, but at least it prevents the monster from noticing your presence and killing you. Even the ice water is her invention, oh how gifted your aunt is!

You swim for several kilometers, then under the sea you finally see the entrance to your aunt's cave. The hole is dark and deep, with dozens of bubbles coming out of it as if someone was breathing right there. You, with a little initial resistance, manage to enter and pass that black corridor from which sharp points like knives appear.

The air becomes less and less breathable down there, but you don't give up. You want to talk to her and she's the only one you know for sure will never judge you.

Once past the cave, you reach a long, semi-dark room. “Auntie?” you call, looking around, but you get no response. Instead, something hits you in the side, throwing you against the opposite wall and making you groan in pain. When you look up, you barely have time to move because a very long tentacle of what looks like a gigantic octopus would have struck you with great fury and who knows, maybe it would have killed you!

Along with that tentacle, others appear that seem to want to do everything they can to grab you and strangle you in its grip. You move furiously around the room that seems to have no way out, when your strength is about to abandon you, you notice another tunnel from which you can hear soft music and other bubbles help you understand that you are going in the right direction.

When you leave that cave and enter the corridor you understand that you have arrived in your aunt Mira's lair. Instead of sand, there is a mother-of-pearl colored surface, from above there are dozens of colorful algae hanging down. Further on, your aunt collects all sorts of strange or curious objects that come her way, corals from the smallest to the largest and then in a small cupboard stand out ampoules of every size and colour containing liquid of dubious nature.

“Oh, but that’s my darling little niece!” your aunt’s deep, soothing voice echoes in the hiding place. You turn in the direction the voice is coming from and see two green eyes glowing in the darkness staring at you, then your aunt appears revealing her cold regality. Her long dark hair falls softly over her shoulders, swaying with her as she approaches, her body moves sinuously revealing — when she completely exits the cone of shadow — her iridescent fish tail.

“What a lovely surprise!” she exclaims, smiling, but that smile doesn’t reach her round, upward-facing eyes. You swallow, slowly approaching her. “You did it!” She adds. “Your other sisters never came to visit their poor old aunt!” She continues, clasping her hands together and raising her eyes upwards with a tragic air.

“Yes, indeed.” you simply say.

“Why that scared look?” she asks, reaching you and caressing the contour of your face. “You're the only one who's never been afraid of me.” she smiles at you. “You don't want to start today, do you?” she asks, smiling at you.

“No,” you answer her shaking your head “I didn’t remember there were all these traps to reach you.” You tell her, blinking to try to hide the fear that all these dangers have caused you.

She smirks, lifting one corner of her mouth, “I didn’t want any nosy people to get to me,” she replies, shrugging.

You're about to ask if by nosy people she means your father, but she intervenes again, "So, how's it going with your General?"

You look surprised for a moment, but then you remember her extraordinary powers, “There’s not much to say. I saved him and I hope with all my heart that he’s okay and happy.”

“But you want to be with him, don't you?” she asks, giving you a knowing look. “Well, he's a really handsome man, I can't blame you!” she adds, winking at you.

You look down, feeling embarrassed by her statement. You’ve never spoken out loud to anyone about feelings or anything like that. Your father, even though you know he loves you, has never said things like I love you. You never spoke about love neither with your sisters, they always skirted around the topic. You once heard them talking about newts, but when you approached them, your sisters looked at each other and burst out laughing. You felt so embarrassed.

“My dear sweet little niece, don’t be shy! There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, you know?” her smile widens “What would you be willing to do to be with your brave General?”

You look up, “Anything.”

One corner of his mouth turns up in a small smirk, “Well, I have just the solution for you.”

“Really?” you ask, tilting your head to the side looking at her curiously “What is it about?”

“I’ve a potion for you.” she says, moving away from you and heading towards the pantry from which she takes a vial with some reddish liquid. “This potion will transform you into a human creature.”

You blink, “But can’t we already do that when we get out of the water?” you ask her, puzzled.

She looks at the potion, “True, but by drinking this your human form will last.”

“Oh.”

Being human for more than a few hours? You could walk beside him, hold his hand, caress his face again, see him smile, console him, talk to him and understand him.

Oh, yes.

You move closer, she gives it to you carefully. You turn it over in your hands, “Can I take it now?” you ask, looking at her face.

“Oh, don’t be so reckless, my dear,” she says, snatching the vial from your hands and swimming away a few feet, “I can’t just give you this one-of-a-kind potion like that.”

“But you...” you don't know what to say, why did she tell you about it if she can't give it to you?

“Don’t get me wrong.” she quickly adds, “I won’t ask for anything in return, you’re my niece after all!” she tells you, “But magic always comes with a price.” you watch her carefully not to miss a single word “With this potion, you can walk on the earth, dance, run, do whatever you want, but you must always drink a few drops every night.” she explains. “If you don’t, you will return to being a mermaid, and it’s not certain that your beloved General will understand your nature, he or anyone around him.” you look down “Remember this, to humans, we are just monsters to be caught and killed or sometimes used for their entertainment.” she clasps her hands and sighs “I still remember my friend Zephyr, oh what a horrible end! Used in the gladiator games.” you swallow scared “But that won’t happen as long as you always keep this with you and every full moon you will have to come back here so that I can give you a new potion.” you nod silently and she looks carefully at your face. “Are you afraid? Do you want to give it up?”

You want to be with him, no matter what. Even if it means danger, you want to know the world of humans and Marcus.

“You're really in love!” She exclaims. “Nothing could make you change your mind.” She continues with a smile. “Well, in that case, then I have nothing else to tell you.” She adds, coming closer and handing you the vial. “You must be on the coast at dawn for this potion to take effect. You must have the first rays of the sun hit you and that will make the potion truly effective.”

You nod, about to grab it, when your aunt takes the bottle out of your reach and you look up at her, “Remember, no one, not even your man, should ever know that you are a mermaid. For no reason in the world.”

“Why? Maybe he will understand.”

She shakes her head, “He's a human. Even though he's seen a lot, I'm not sure he'll really understand.”

You frown, “But those are my father's words! I thought you and him had a fight over your different views on things.”

She shakes her head, “No. Not just at least. Oh, I almost forgot! A drop of your blood must also be added to the potion, otherwise the whole thing will be useless.”

You nod, “I will.”

“One last thing, if you stop taking this potion and stay on earth, you’ll die.” You hold your breath looking into her eyes.

Your aunt hands you the vial, you swallow, close your eyes for a moment. You don't know where he lives, whether his house overlooks the sea or is inland, you don't know if he will understand who you really are, you only know that for him you are willing to take risks at any cost. You open your eyes again and grab it.

“What’s the word? Good luck, then.” Myra says smiling at you and giving you the vial. "Now go." You nod and then swim away.

Rome welcomes him with unimaginable pomp and luxury, the streets are decorated for the occasion with red rose petals scattered along the sides of the roads to allow the chariots to pass. The crowd is kept at the sides of the streets by Roman soldiers who enthusiastically cheer his name.

Marcus greets them with composed enthusiasm and thinks about how uncomfortable all this makes him feel, as if he were playing a part that no longer suits him.

“Acacius! Acacius!” the crowd roars as he passes towards the Imperial Palace. His chariot stops in front of the marble steps and he steps down. He looks up and sees the two emperor brothers Caracalla and Geta there at the top of the stairs waiting for him.

Acacius knows well that with them words must always be measured and precise, never ambiguous or you risk becoming their enemy. The two brothers stand tall in their splendid royal robes, looking at the General with a pleased expression.

“General,” says Emperor Geta extending his hand towards the man who promptly grabs it and kisses the back of the man's hand. Then, Acacius repeats the same gesture with the emperor Caracalla.

“My emperors,” he says with a small nod and a serious, concentrated expression on his face “I’m happy to be in your presence,” adds the man.

“Oh, I’m sure you are! It’s an honor to find you in our presence!” exclaims Caracalla.

“I hope you’ve recovered from the terrible shipwreck,” Geta continues, as his brother pours wine into golden goblets.

“Yes, your highness. I’ve regained the strength needed to return to the battlefield,” Marcus says.

“Oh, our General is always ready to run from one battlefield to another, right little brother?” Geta says again, turning to his brother, “How long does it take to pour the wine?!” he turns impatiently to Caracalla.

“Don't rush me!” squeaks Caracalla, spilling a few drops of wine on the marble table where the glasses are.

“We need you here. The population needs someone to quell the too many internal revolts. You and your men serve here.” Geta states in a serious tone and scrutinizing the face of their trusted General.

Marcus looks down for a moment, “I understand. I was just hoping to leave Rome sooner rather than later.”

“I see,” Geta hums while Caracalla finally offers a cup to his brother and another to the General, Geta sips his wine, staring into the man's face. “No,” he adds, raising an eyebrow. “We need you here.” Acacius swallows, lowering his gaze again with a serious expression. “And then I think it's the best opportunity to get to know your future bride better before the wedding.” he adds exchanging an amused glance with his brother who smirks amused at seeing the brave soldier in difficulty.

Marcus has no intention of appearing impatient or embarrassed in front of the emperors, so he simply nods briefly, “I understand.” Then he raises his glass, “Well, then... To your health, my emperors, and always at your command.” Geta loses his smile, while Marcus smiles faintly before also sipping his wine.

Marcus can never be free, at least not in this life. Sometimes, especially when he’s alone in his rooms of his domus in the evening, he happens to think of the girl from Sicily, that same girl who for some mysterious reason was on the beach next to him, she saved him.

Ever since he came to and found that strange iridescent shell on him, he has been carrying it around with him almost as a reminder of her, of what he experienced and of how she saved him.

No one knows the truth. He saw her disappear into the sea, but he didn't tell anyone. No one would ever believe him. Even he sometimes has trouble believing what he himself saw. He simply said that he had mysteriously and fortunately survived, he thanked the gods and asked his men to make a sacrifice to the god Neptune to thank him for having spared his life. He wanted to thank her, the beautiful and mysterious woman who saved him from that stormy sea, but what did it matter now, he would never be able to see her again!

As much as he tries to think about his future bride, the thought of being forced into marriage just because of the whims of two mad emperors drives him mad.

Lucilla, this is the name of his wife, is the daughter of the late Marcus Aurelius and Acacius well understands the reason why the two emperors hope for and encourage this union: Marcus Aurelius had a dream and Acacius knows that his daughter share in secret the same ideas as her father, what better way to keep her and any potential supporters at bay than by marrying Lucilla to the man who is the empire's right-hand man?

Acacius knows well that he’s only a tool in the hands of a power stronger than him and not being able to have control over his life and his decisions makes him feel caged. Although paradoxical, he feels free only on a battlefield, but only because he’s far from Rome and its rotten power, he takes no pleasure in killing or mutilating people, whether they are allies or enemies.

That evening there is a warm wind blowing from the sea and Acacius will meet Lucilla for the first time in months. She’s a beautiful, cultured, graceful woman. He knows well that he should consider himself lucky, beyond the constraint, to marry her.

In the peristylium several lotus flowers have been placed in the small fountains that enrich the place and the place has been specially decorated for the woman. Marcus knows they are her favorite flowers and, despite his reticence, he doesn't want to make her feel out of place or unwanted. The triclinium has been set up with good food and wine at will. Everything is ready.

He watches the ripples of the waves crashing along the rock face. He thinks back to when he chose this villa, he wanted to live far from Rome, despite his role, he was and is a soldier, he’s not a politician nor a man who aspires to power. He's just a man who longs for freedom and since he saw that beautiful girl he wants it even more.

“General, Augusta Lucilla has arrived,” announces a middle-aged servant.

He nods and then walks away from the small stone terrace, waits solemnly for the woman in the peristylium, then Lucilla makes her entrance followed by two elderly women.

Lucilla is just as Acacius remembered her: beautiful, composed, regal. Age has not affected or changed who she is.

“Augusta Lucilla,” says the General in a solemn tone and then gently takes her hand and kisses it.

“General Acacius,” the woman returns the greeting with a calm expression and a sweet smile on her lips “It’s a relief for me to know that you are back here safe and sound.” she adds composedly. “I’ve been told that you were the victim of a terrible shipwreck. We thank the gods that you’re here to tell the tale.”

He nods, meeting her eyes, “Thank you for your kind words. I was lucky, yes.”

The two remain in awkward silence for a moment, then Marcus regains control of the situation by inviting her to go to the triclinium through the peristylium. The man points out the presence of the lotus flowers, making the woman smile and thank the soldier for his attention to this detail that almost everyone overlooks.

The dinner passes peacefully, the two guests converse about many things, everything except politics. Marcus doesn’t know whether to say that the two emperors know her political orientation and on the other hand, Lucilla believes that conversing with a man about politics could make her appear silly or ridiculous.

Marcus occasionally squeezes that shell in his hand as if it had become a talisman that gives him the strength to endure all this.

“Does that amulet have any meaning for you?” asks the woman, noticing the gesture that happened several times during the evening.

“Oh, um... A person dear to me gave it to me as a gift. I received it on my way back from Sicily, if I remember correctly,” says Acacius although he’s not sure of its origin, he only knows that when he fully recovered from the terrible experience he had it on him.

“I thought you had lost everything in the shipwreck,” notes Lucilla, sipping her wine.

“Yes, indeed,” the man confirms, gently running his thumb over the shell. “I don’t know how this one survived.”

“Can I see it?” asks the woman holding out the open palm of the hand. Marcus nods and hands it over, “Oh, um I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. It’s a very rare stone for sure,” he adds as he hands the item back to the General.

The sea provides the background music to the dinner, the man relaxes from time to time forgetting the obligation that grips him deeply and putting aside for a few hours the thought of the sea girl and his secret intention to find her again.

It's still night when you reach the coast of Lazio, you're tired and sore, but satisfied. You come out of the water just enough to begin to feel your fish tail transform into human legs. Even though this has happened several times, you still feel pain and some discomfort.

You place the vial on the sand in a safe place so that the waves cannot carry it away. Then, you dig your hands into the wet sand and wait for that feeling to pass, when you feel better, you look around and what you see is a domus on top of a cliff.

This is where you will wait for dawn so that the potion can work its magic. The only thing you really regret is not having been able to say goodbye to your father or sisters, but you already know that they would never give you permission or help you so you had to do it all by yourself. You feel proud of your decision, but at the same time you are also a little scared, you don't know what you are going to face and if you will ever really see him again.

What will you tell him if you meet him? You can't tell him you're a mermaid. He wouldn't understand. Not even him. You see, you know he's different, but how much? You have seen the crimes he has committed, but you’ve also seen the bitterness and pain in his eyes and felt the anguish in his heart. You know, he’s a good human being made perhaps evil only by events.

You look around, you are wrapped in darkness, you are cold. You shrug your shoulders placing your hands on your forearms, you observe yourself, you are back in your human form. You are naked. You have nothing to cover yourself with except your hair long enough to cover your breasts and your sex.

You hear voices, noises of what seem to be plates, then you hear with great incredible clarity his voice, you are just in the right place. You don't know if it was luck or if your aunt's potion had something to do with it, but the fact is that you found him and now you'll do anything to be part of his world.

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defenestrationn · 4 months ago

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Sebek Angst

trigger Warning *technically major character death?* Yuu has already passed and this is following sebek's Journey of mourning his love

Indented areas are flashbacks

The sounds of soft clicking fill Sebek's study while he worked. Writing had become the crocodile's escape once he was done with his shifts guarding his lord, Malleus. For a while, the loss of his beloved, Yuu, had rendered him a husk. A husk who refused anything out of his routine.

Wake up. Eat. Guard. Eat again. Journal. Sleep. Repeat. He did that for his whole life. But it felt so much more hollow now. Books full of his grief filled his shelves. The rows above are full of stories you two shared. So many are full of his love and admiration.

One such book laid open on his desk. Between the furious bursts of typing, he would reread parts of the journal. Relive that moment so he could write it once again. To now allow the world to know his love for you. A part of him wished the stories would go back to you. So you can hear his love once again.

laughter filled the broken-down dorm as the first year's all spoke over their notes and food. times where the group just got to be school kids. Not fighting overblots or some crazed person or a ghost bride. They were just allowed to be themselves.

Sebek swore only Yuu could foster this environment. It had been almost a year of their constant blood sweat and tears to make this place habitable. Hell, Even other students enjoyed spending their time here, with or without the prefect.

Slowly, as the night went on, the students began to go and do their own things. Some go to bed, and others just retire to their rooms to wind down. However, Sebek stood in the kitchen with the prefect. It had become a routine for the pair to clean up together. light chatter filled the air as the boy was handed wet dishware to dry off.

“Human. I've noticed you've read most of the books in your possession. We shall go together to select more. Do you need any other stationery?”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sebek.”

He froze at the way you laughed. Was his intention that obvious?

A soft smile sat on his lips as he relived the beginning of your relationship. Human.. oh how that word cuts him deep now. humans had such short life spans, even to the half fae. You had passed well into your 80s. And from what Lilia had explained, that was a long healthy life for a human.

He had kept about 70 years worth of writings about you. Every date you had, he would write in detail, every milestone would have a chapter. All of the love letters you had both sent. He kept all of it. Every memory he had of you.

Devoted. That's all the boy had ever been to you or Malleus. If he could live, eat and breathe you. He would.

But now, in the nights, he lives his life glued to his computer. Giving you another life. Giving you both a new live story. One in the world you would tell him about. One where magic didn't exist. One where he was human too.

A world where you could live and die together. Neither suffering for centuries begging for the other.

The day you both graduated was one sebek could never forget. You looked absolutely glowing, proud to have kept up in a world that felt like it was against you. And yet, he was the one who screamed your praise the whole way.

Once the ceremony was over, Sebek couldn't stop himself from running to you. It was like you were magnetic.

“Yuu! We did it!”

He scooped up his partner in his arms as he spun them around. Words couldn't describe the pride and joy he felt over this. After all. He had an important question he had been sitting on since they got together.

“Yuu! Now that we have graduated. Will you come live with me in Briar Valley?”

He looked back to his bed. Your favorite blanket sat folded beside his pillow. Malleus had enchanted it many years ago to never endure wear and tear. A few years later, sebek had enchanted it to forever smell like you when he had to leave for a trip.

For a while he had cursed himself for that. The smell would make him cry himself to sleep. Begging the stars to let you return to his arms. But now? He finds great comfort in the blanket. After all, It was the first present when you had agreed to live with him.

His eyes drifted down to the black metal around his finger. It was like a traditional fae wedding ring. One of his homeland. And your matching ring sat on a chain around his neck. As close to his heart as it can get. After a few seconds of looking at his ring, he took the book from his desk to bring back to his shelf. he only took another in it's place. The one labeled “Wedding”.

The book was full, page to page, about the events of your wedding and honeymoon. About your silly misadventures and how lucky he was to be the one to be by your side through it all.

The wedding wasn't huge, but Sebek had paid special attention to inviting those close to you. The found family you had made in your time in this world. His family also joined. His siblings teasing the boy relentlessly for his nerves.

The ceremony was held in a large meadow full of flowers and fireflies. Thorns grew over arched metal that had been set long before their time. Their guests lined the isle while he stood by the officiant, clad in a dark black suit with accents of gold. His hair wasn't gelled back for once. Instead, he allowed the fluffy green hair to rest naturally, the way his dear partner loved so much.

Sebek couldn't help but fiddle with the hem of his leather gloves. Once he heard the music began to fill the wind, he took them off. It was time to see his beautiful spouse.

“You looked radiant as always, my heart.” His voice was soft as his fingers brushed over the picture of them having their first dance together. Tears burned his eyes as he held the book close. What he would give to truly be back in those moments. One day, he will be back with his love. Until then. He will continue to give them a new life through these books.

A/n!

This has been eating at me for a week. Hopefully yall enjoy!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #disney twst

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normanssurvivalsite · 2 years ago

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Handsome (Sanjixmale!reader)

Warnings: reader gets shot, nothing to specific though, mention of broken ribs.

*nightmare devil fruit*:

You can detect your opponents worst fears by touching them and can make illusions for them to see and live through it.

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Bright red

That was every girls cheek the moment they laid eyes on your handsome face, muscular build and nice fashion sense which fitted your body perfectly.

You are handsome

Everyone pretty much agreed

Very stereotypically handsome and women notice that, and they swoon over you

And to top it all you have a very charming personality with a kind and attractive tone

You are what people might describe as every woman's (who is attracted to men that is) dream.

Even Nami and Robin admitted to how handsome you are, of course they didn't swoon Nami is a lesbian missing Vivi, and Robin was too mature for that.

You joined the strawhats in alabasta when you tagged along with Robin to join them since you worked under crocodile as well to archive your dream of making the world a better place, you wanted to catch the right time and stop his horrible plans but the strawhats showed up and did the job for you. You didn't know what to do after so you tagged along with Robin who you befriended at that time.

Since then wherever you went you went with them.

You loved the crew and made a very powerful asset as well with your natural fighting skills with your scythe and your nightmare devil fruit*.

Since you were part of the strawhats wherever you went it was with them and the ladies swooned over you.

Sanji hated that.

He hated that ladies payed attention to you instead of him, he hated that they got all red in the face and even more beautiful that way whenever they looked at you.

But he mostly hated that even he had to admit that he agrees with those ladies.

He agrees you are handsome.

He agrees your smile is the most calming thing he ever saw.

He agrees that your charming personality and kind voice makes his legs weak and his cheeks burn so red he thinks he and his heart might blow up.

Thats why sanji prefers not to be around you, you confuse him and make him feel...things he never felt, not just towards a guy towards anyone.

This however made you believe he hates you.

And you just couldn't understand why.

When ladies swooned over you, you never did anything.

You just continued to be kind not thinking much of it since you were obviously gay.

And screwed.

Because of course you had to fall in love with the most lady obsessed man on your crew who not to mention hates you (or so you think).

He was just so kind, and considerate. Of course his perviness could be reather annoying but even so he was still looking out for women and respecting them, which most man don't.

The same thing happened in Thriller park.

When Perona saw you after you guys were awakened by Usopp she got red in the face and whispered to herself "he is so handsome I almost feel bad for making him depressed" that pissed off sanji. Of course he thought Perona was cute, but she of course noticed you and you didn't even answer her.

The next straw was when he wanted to rescue Nami-san, you tagged along and Absalom looked at you and immediately thought you are a big threat his exact words were: "you, handsome, you came for my bride there is no way Im letting her see you"

He didn't know you were Nami's crew mate since you didn't have a wanted poster either.

That extremely annoying for Sanji since he wanted to be the knight in shining armor for Nami.

"OI LION HEAD IM GONNA BEAT YOU TO PULP"

Yelled Sanji to get Absaloms attention.

However Absalom attacked you first paying him no mind. Now you wouldn't have a problem defeating him however when he got close so you could attack he disappeared and that caught you off guard.

You lifted you weapon just in time to block his punch and gave huge thanks to your reflexes. While this was happening Sanji had a perfect opportunity to get to Nami and he knew your strength, he knew you could handle yourself. But he wanted to beat Absalom. He wanted to beat the pervert peeking at Nami-san when she was bathing.

So he yelled

"Y/N" in a very pissed off tone.

You snapped your head in his direction thinking he got hurt or anything of that sort with the way he yelled, you were worried.

This however got your attention away from Absalom giving him an opening which he took immediately and shot right towards your heart.

The bullet hit you and you fell backwards with shock painted on your face.

Sanji stopped.

His breathing stoppen.

Everything was playing in slow motion as you fell towards the ground with a bullet in your chest.

This was his fault.

If he had not gotten your attention away from your opponent you would not have gotten hit.

Sanji was feeling empty.

Even he didn't know what happened with his feelings.

The only thing he knew was you were hurt and he did not. like. that.

The moment your body hit the ground Sanji attacked Absalom kicking him so hard he passed out.

And then kneeled down to your body.

"Y/N?Y/N! Can you hear me?" He started to panic he did not want to lose you. He looked at your chest and he saw that the bulled hit just under you heart very likely not damaging your heart just breaking a few ribs.

"Sanji" you coughed out "Nami, Nami is getting take--" you coughed up blood not being able to finish your sentence. Sanji looked behind him and you were right. While he was busy worrying about you Absalom took Nami and disappeared, literally.

That is the moment Sanji realized.

He let Nami out in the open alone because he wanted to get to you.

You, the guy who had such an amazingly kind personality every girl who he claimed to want swooned over.

You who always smiled at him even if he didn't smile back or act just a little bit rude.

You, who offered to help clean up after every meal the crew had and even though he told you no every time (rather harshly) you still at least collected the plates and put them on the counter next to where he was washing the dishes.

You

He loved you

That is what he realized in that moment.

That was the most confusing thing to him.

How did he love a man?

"Sanji-" your raspy voice broke him out of his trance and he got to his senses you guys had to move or else there would be trouble.

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After defeating Moria the straw hats celebrated. Not just the new victory but the new crew mate as well.

Sanji was in the kitchen preparing more food for luffy everyone. And you just can't shake the thought of what happened.

Sanji ran to your aid instead of staying by Nami's side and protecting her. In a way he choose you over Nami.

No, there is no way that's too far fetched. You just couldn't figure it out.

So there was only one thing to do.

Ask him.

Now this was trickier then it sounded.

With you thinking he hates you, approaching him was not easy.

But you had to do it if you wanted to get an answer.

Which you really wanted to.

So you stood up from your place next to Usopp and with claiming you will go to get another drink you were off to the kitchen.

Sanji was zoning out. Thinking about you. About how nice the button up shirt you were wearing looked on you and how it defined you muscles.

"Hey Sanji" you said stepping into the kitchen. He was still focusing on cutting meat and let out a "hmm" as greeting.

That did not help your already raging anxiety.

"I... great food tonight you did really great" this was quite awkward the way you said it however you did mean it. He said "mhmm" without giving you a glance and continuing what he is doing. Sanji did not mean any harm from this he just didn't want to look at you fearing a nose bleed.

"Anyway I was just wondering..." you were getting more anxious by the moment due to his cold demeanor. "Uhhhh" 'oh come on Y/N spit it out already he is already fed up with you' you thought to yourself.

"Can I ask you a question?" Finally better than nothing you are in it now there is no way out.

Sanji stoped what he was doing just for a split second.

"Sure" and he continued what he was doing

'Finally words' you thought to yourself your anxiety lowering just a little.

"Ok so... uhhh... its about what happened" pause "in Thriller park when we fought Absalom"

Sanji was confused. He already apologized for messing with your fight and for the broken ribs you suffered for it, he couldn't really look in your eyes from shame (you thought from hate), but he still did it. Not to mention you sounded nervous, why? At this point he put his knife down and looked at you (well kinda) leaning his back on the kitchen counter trying his hardest to prevent a nose bleed from your muscular forearms which showed because of your rolled up sleeves.

This of course just made you more nervous, you always thought he was handsome but when he looked right at you with his blue eyes you could faint.

"Well I was just wondering..." 'oh my god Y/N spit it out!' You literally yelled at yourself in your mind.

"Why did you come to my aid when you could have helped Nami?"

There it was, out in the open. Now he will either gat mad at you or you will get an actual advice, he already hates you whats the worst that could happen.

"Well..." he started slowly "I don't quite understand your confusion, I mean you were seriously wounded not to mention it was my foult--"

"No" you said cutting him off "I mean yeah it was kinda but it was my decision to look away and not pay attention so it was more my fault... but thats not what I mean." You corrected yourself quickly, then sighed.

"Look we all know how much you love Nami and for you to get to me instead of a lady who is Nami is just to weird--"

"Because..." started Sanji cutting you off "I..." he was screwed, he had no idea how to tell you why he did what he did without confessing his love to you which just got stronger by every passing day.

"I...don't actually know its just what I did it was in the past, it already happened so I do not see any need to discuss this any further" he said kind of hastily to rush the conversation along.

This hurt you. You knew he hated you but... well when does it not hurt when your crush just wants you out of his sight.

You turned around and were about to leave when

"Now, can you answer a question?" Asked Sanji in a calm tone. You were surprised to say the least. This was probably the longest conversation you guys ever had.

"I... uh sure" you were kind of happy he was not that fed up with you yet.

"Why do you never do anything about women swooning over you all the time?"

"What?" This caught you off guard, very much so, what did that have to do with anything?

"Don't play dumb you see how they cheeks get pink and how they look the other way giggling, why do you never act on that, with your looks and charm you could get any women in the world and I don't know how but you don't even do anythi--" laughing.

Your laughter cut Sanji off. It was a lovely laugh, he knew that he liked your laugh a lot. But why were you laughing?

"Sanji...what?" You asked flabbergasted, still chuckling a bit. He was just staring at you silently. That told you everything.

"Sanji... Im gay" you said with still an amused expression on your face.

Sanji suddenly understood everything. Your good sense of fashion, your kind nature you being very good friends with Nami and Robin.

"And as for how Im charming" you continued to answer him.

"Im not" you smiled lightly " I mean you saw how anxious I was when talking to you the guy I like I mean you do hate me but still, Im not charming, the only thing I do is treat women... well not like a pervert and not like they are only boobs, and a pretty face, but like they are actually a person, which they are however men fail to notice that" you continued smiling, blissfully unaware of what you said at the beginning of your statement.

Sanji wasn't unaware however. He stopped functioning the moment you said you liked him and then his eyes bulged out of his skulls when you said he hates you.

"Hold on..." he didn't even know where to start.

"You think I hate you?" He went with that first

"Well based on the fact that this is the longest conversation we ever had, yes." You said dumbfounded still not aware that you confessed to him.

"I..." he felt really bad. You thought he hated you when in reality he just had feelings for you that scared him. "No, I don't hate you, not at all in fact..." should he do it? Well you confessed first so that made it easier.

"I like you... a lot, actually I kinda... sorta...love...you" and he said it. He confessed, real love, to a man, you.

Thats when you realized what you said, that you said you liked him. That you just confessed to the man you have loved since you saw his adorable curly eyebrows and silky blond hair.

You turned tomato red, Sanji chuckled at this finding you adorable.

"Ehh... wait, you love me?" You were short circuiting, this was not happening, but...how?

"Well... thats what I just said" he said not so sure of himself anymore. You just said you liked him but he already confessed his love for you. Now it was his time to turn red or he was about to when you leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you to" you whispered in his ears.

Sanji hugged you back slowly, relishing in your sent.

When you two parted you looked in his eyes, ocean blue, you loved it.

"Uhh... before the urge to kiss you gets to strong I should probably tell you...uhh" stuttered Sanji

"This is my first...kiss...relationship?...or anything romantic with a guy--mmhhp" before he could finish you kissed him.

You kissed him.

Sanji was above every cloud there is. Your soft lips on his.

The way they moved against his, fitting together like puzzle pieces, it was addictive.

When you licked his lips to ask for entrance he gave it to you right away craving more of you. You sat him up on the kitchen counter while discovering his mouth with your tongue. There was not much of a fight for dominance since Sanji was dazed from kissing you. Since you needed air you slowly parted your lips from his and looked in his eyes.

You were both panting slightly, with red faces.

"So, how was that for first romantic experience with a man?" You smiled kindly again.

How could you kiss him like playboy and smile like a child with puppy eyes the next moment he'll never know. Thats just one more thing he loved about you.

Interesting how things turned out the handsome man he was so jealous of for all the attention he got from the ladies ended up his handsome boyfriend.

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WHAT? IM NOT DEAD YET?

NO IM NOT HAHAHA

I actually didn't plan on my next fic being a Sanji fic but I got this great idea for him so I had too.

Also you guys didn't like my last Sanji fic😭

But thats ok I loved it a lot so😛

I love this man and to be hones I hate that cuz his perviness is annoying but I cant help it the heart wants what the heart wants kids remember that🫡

ANYWAY I don't know who or what my next fic is gonna be WE SHALL SEE WHEN THE CREATIVITY STRIKES ME🫠

Well I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

#male reader #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #one piece x male reader #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji x male reader #sanji x y/n

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trashytoastboi · 11 months ago

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🛠Eustass Kid Masterlist🛠

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive! Kid x GN! Reader part 1

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive Kid x GN! Reader part 2

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to them crying in front of them for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace x S/O who is afraid of thunder and being comforted during a heavy storm

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due past trauma

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney, Perona x S/O who is going through a depressive episode and how they comfort them

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney x S/O – Building blanket forts together

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Kid, Ace, Perona – I, L, O

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Killer, Kid – V, I, U

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Law, Kid, X-Drake – C, P, Y🛠 Headcanons: Yandere! Kid x S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, X-Drake - Reacting to their crew throwing them a surprise party

🛠 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl part 2

🛠 Scenario: Jealous! Kid x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro, Ace – Reaction to their S/O cosplaying as them.

🛠 Scenario: Kid, Killer with F! S/O (Poly) who wants to leave the crew out of fear of endangering them.

🛠 Headcanons: Vivi, Kid, Law – Reaction to their partner telling them they are Asexual

🛠 Short Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace - Reaction to their S/O burping

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🛠 Headcanons: Sanji, Law, Kid, Killer - First kiss

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid - Reacting to their F! S/O suddenly crying because of how much she loves him

🛠 Scenario: Eustass Kid x Marine! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Roadtrip AU! Kid x Law – Road trip

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sanji – Reaction to their S/O getting compliments and being approached in public for their looks

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Rayleigh, Whitebeard, Kid – Falling in love at first sight with F! Admiral and how they try for her attention

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid – with a S/O who sleeps with their eyes open

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer – with extremely kind and protective S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Killer and Kid – what kind of dad would they be?

🛠 Short scenarios: Eustass Kid - #2. You’re comfy + #4. I’ll stay up with you. Killer - #6 Possessiveness + #11 Making the other laugh.

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Kid x Small! S/O - #2. You’re comfy

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW – Crocodile, Kid with Introvert! Male! SO

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer with S/O that has tics and fidgets a lot due to anxiety and stress

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Zoro, Kid with S/O who has trouble falling asleep

🛠 Headcanons: #37. Hostclub AU – Law, X-Drake, Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Zoro, Kid x Shy! Curious! S/O

🛠 Short Scenarios: Dad! Kid, Dad! Law, Dad! Zoro, Dad! Crocodile with extremely shy daughter who has the tendency to hide away

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Male! S/O - Looking for attention from a stubborn captain

🛠 Scenarios: Kid, Killer, Ace – Runaway Bride

🛠 Headcanons: Dad AU! Dad! Kid with young daughter – Reacting to when she starts declaring marriage and her being around boys

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law, Sabo x F! S/O who has a cursed flower in her right eye

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! Reader – Liking the same girl and having her confess to wanting them

🛠 Scenario: Kid x S/O – Eunoia

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to their S/O cutting their long hair to them during a fight

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🛠 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sabo, X-Drake x Friend! Reader who has the Friend’s Power ability.

🛠 Headcanons: Pregnancy and Parental for Kid, Law x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro x S/O who has given them a really sweet nickname

🛠 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Corazon, Law, Kid x S/O who was “killed” by the World Government

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x F! Reader – Confessing their feelings and discovering she has a girlfriend

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Marco, Zoro x Short! Male! Crewmate who hides his injury after a fight and collapses as a result

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🛠 Scenario: Law and Kid x Shy! Goth! Pirate – Chance Encounters

🛠 NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Omega! S/O – #6. Heat

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! S/O – Reacting to thinking their girlfriend is breaking up with them

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW - First Times with Eustass Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Alpha! Crocodile, Alpha! Doflamingo, Alpha!Kid x Male! Short! Omega who feels insecure – #1. Your scent is intoxicating

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid x Male! S/O who avoids emotional talks and conflict, but lately his self destructive thoughts lead him to seek comfort from his partner

🛠 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Alpha! Male! Reader – #12. Courting

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law x S/O - Hiding an engagement ring in cake to propose to their partner

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Zoro x Stowaway! Reader - Escaping and hiding from Dr. Vegapunk

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace wanting Reader to join their crew

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid, Crocodile, Sanji, Shanks x S/O using their safeword.

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Toy Maker! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O’s face for the first time

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

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avastrasposts · 2 years ago

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The Pilot and his girl

ch. 1 - TLoU AU

Frankie Morales meets the love of his life and starts creating a new life for himself, her and his little daughter. But things are about to change in ways no one could've imagined with the outbreak of the cordyceps infection.

Series Master List

The idea of putting the guys from Triple Frontier in to The Last of Us was a random thought I had a few weeks ago. I really wanted to explore what Frankie Morales would do, who he would turn into, if he had to experience the outbreak, fighting to protect himself and those he loves in a whole new way.

I'm having so much fun writing it and I really hope you'll enjoy reading it! The first hints of TLoU pops up in chapter 9.

No age gap, our reader and Frankie are the same age, no use of Y/N, no physical descriptions.

Edit: Making this easier to navigate - Chapter 2

Frankie’s at the corner of the bar, his back to the wall, as she walks in. The boys, Pope, Ben and Will, are arguing about some finer point of something or other, he’s not really paying attention anymore, so he’s the only one who notices her. A bachelorette party tumbles through the door first, the bride to be wearing a tall plastic tiara on her head, and her friends trailing behind, all wearing Friends themed t-shirts that say “The one where Lizzy marries Steve”, cackling loudly and making “wooohoooo” noises. The boys immediately turn and check out the girls but one look at how far gone they all are, this is probably the only bar in town that will still serve them at this level of intoxication, they turn back to their conversation.

She’s trailing behind her friends, coming in after the others and just about hiding the t-shirt under her jean jacket, looking a lot more sober than the rest of the hen party.

Frankie can’t help but stare, the way the black jeans are hugging her curves makes his heart rate pick up, but when she pushes her hand through her hair and smiles at her friends it feels like it stops in his chest, pausing a second before racing again. He swallows, tugging at his cap, pulling it down deeper over his eyes as he tries to look without staring. She glances around the room as her friends occupy one of the large booths next to the jukebox and start a giggling argument about what songs to play first. Somehow her eyes catch his and he feels heat creeping up his throat as he quickly looks away, down at his drink, over at Pope, anywhere but at her.

…

Against your will you’ve been talked into ending your friend’s bachelorette party at a local dive bar in a part of town you and your friends usually don’t hang out in. Your usual hang out had refused to serve your friends, seeing as they certainly were about four tequila shots too far gone, and you’d been ready to call it a night then. Bachelorette parties weren’t even really your thing but as Lizzy was the last of your friends to marry, apart from yourself, you couldn’t really back out when she begged you to come. So after failing to get into three clubs, Lizzy had bribed the bouncer to tell her of a bar that would let them in and he’d told them to try The Outback Bar across town.

So here you are, pushing open the door to a place that was decorated to look like something out of a Crocodile Dundee set while your friends squealed over the stuffed plush kangaroo by the jukebox. The bar is half empty, mainly regulars scattered around the place, some playing pool at the back. This neighborhood isn’t exactly the best so you scan the place for any potential troublemakers but one of the booths is filled with three middle aged ladies sipping on some sort of cocktails and it makes you feel a bit more calm. How bad could a place be if a group looking like local high school librarians were drinking at it?

At the bar you spot four guys involved in an animated conversation. Well, three of them are, the fourth one is looking at your but ducks his head the second you catch his eye, his hand shooting up to rub his neck under a mop of dark curls that stick out under his cap. His eyes are shaded but you can make out his curved nose and nervous smile as he glances over at his friends, still rubbing his neck before his hand slides down and rubs his patchy beard instead. He quickly shoots a glance your way and you feel like you’ve been burnt when your eyes meet just for a second, his face softens into a quick smile before he drops his gaze again. Before you can help yourself you smile back and you hope he saw it before he looked away. Smiling at random men in bars was dangerous business but this man had such a sweet, soft smile that he’d pulled a smile in return from you before you’d even realised what was happening.

Your friends call you over to the booth and then order you to the bar for a pitcher of beer and tequila shots, deciding you’re the only one sober enough to order for the table. You shake your head and laugh at their loud demands for more liquor but you decide a pitcher of beer won’t do much damage this late in the game anyway.

The bartender is busy serving another patron so you lean on the counter and try to sneak looks at the man at the other end. The bar is a big rectangular shape, wrapping around the open shelving system in the middle and it lets you peek through the opening towards the four friends at the opposite corner. Two of them are blonde and blue eyed, similar enough looking to be brothers, and both conventionally handsome, you know your friends would be all over them. The third man has shorter dark hair and even at this distance you can see the grey around his temples. He’s handsome and something about him tells you he’s probably very aware of how good he looks. He’s waving his hands around, trying to make some animated point to the blonde guys, as they both laugh and shake their heads.

The fourth man, the one with the cap, seems to be listening with only half an ear as he tilts the liquid in his glass around the rim. Out of the corner of your eye you try to get a closer look at him. His hair is curling around his ears as well as around his neck, and as he smiles at something his friend says you see a dimple in his cheek, his eyes crinkling at the corners as the smile all but transforms his face into something warm and soft. He’s got a scruffy looking beard over his jaw and chin but a thicker moustache that seems to be trimmed just above his top lip. The cap that’s pulled down securely on his head is well worn and beaten and it seems to be a permanent fixture on his head the way he tugs on it every now and then. You can’t help but wonder if he’s hiding a bald patch under there but his dark curls are thick even when he swipes the cap off his head, smooths them down and pulls it on again.

As Frankie tugs again on his cap he looks over the bar towards the booth the bachelorette party has occupied but he can’t see her. Quickly he scans the bar and feels heat shoot through him as he meets her eyes through the bottles and shelves. This time he doesn’t duck his head straight away, her eyes hold on to him as she gives him a smile before dropping her own gaze to the drinks menu in her hand, still smiling. He keeps watching her, unable to pull his eyes away, and when she lifts her eyes towards him again he feels his lips pull up in a smile that he can’t even seem to control. This woman is gorgeous and she’s looking at him with a smile so sweet he’s losing his breath. Before he knows what he’s doing he lifts his hand from his glass and gives her a quick wave.

The movement draws Pope’s attention and he’s immediately looking over Frankie’s shoulder, trying to see who his friend is waving at. Catching sight of her Pope exclaims;

“Damn, Frankie, she’s cute, go talk to her, man!”

“Shut the fuck up, Pope, dammit.” Frankie sighs as he sees her look away. The bartender has come to take her order and she starts talking to him.

“I’m serious, Fish, she’s into you, go talk to her, get her number. If you don’t I wi..ll.” Pope makes a show of standing up from the stool and Frankie grabs his shoulder and pulls him down again while Pope laughs at his friend’s awkward glance back at the woman. Ben and Will have also turned, craning their necks to see what the fuss is about and Ben gives a low whistle as he sees her leaning on the bar.

“Pope’s right, Fish, go talk to her, she’s hot!”

“Na, na, I changed my mind,” Pope laughs, slapping Frankie’s shoulder. “Frankie here will run headlong into enemy territory with his balls out, but what he doesn’t have the guts for, is to talk to someone like her.”

“Just shut up, Pope, seriously,” Frankie grumbles as he downs the last of his drink and pushes it across the counter.

“I’ll bet anything you don’t have the cojones to go over there and get her number, buddy.” Pope grins, enjoying riling his friend up as a red flush creeps up over his throat.

Frankie glances over at her again, she’s waiting on her order at the bar. As he looks her eyes flick to him again and when she meets his gaze she stays locked on him for a second before she looks down at the counter, a shy smile creeping across her face. No doubt she noticed how all of them now seem to be focused on her.

“Ok, Pope, what’ll it be, what do I get if I get her number?”

“A hundred bucks, I’ll give you a hundred bucks because that’s how certain I am that you don’t have the balls to ask for her number.”

“You’re on.” Frankie says as he slides off the stool, “You’re gonna pay for my first date with her.”

...

You can tell you’re suddenly the topic of conversation among the friends on the corner and heat is creeping up your cheeks as you feel four pairs of eyes on you. You glance over again, looking for the man with the cap and when your eyes meet him you can’t help but smile again.

The bartender brings you the pitcher of beer you ordered, no tequila shots, and two baskets of fries. You pay and start grabbing the order and throw a quick glance over at the corner again but this time the man with the cap isn’t there.

“Hi, sorry, do you maybe wanna hand with that?”

You suddenly hear a low voice behind you and you turn to see the man with the cap standing in front of you, a shy smile on his face, his hands stuck deep in his jeans pockets.

“Yeah, sure, that would be great, thanks,” you return his shy smile as he grabs the pitcher and the tower of glasses from you. You take the fries and lead the two of you over to your friends’ booth. They all cheer as you arrive, immediately grabbing the food and drinks. You turn back to the bar, two large jugs of water are waiting for you on the counter and the man follows you back.

“Thanks for that” you smile at him and he gives you another shy one back.

“I’m Frankie, Francisco Morales,” he says, his hand seemingly by its own accord shooting up to rub the back of his neck while you give him your name. His smile widens as you lean on the bar counter, not grabbing the water straight away and he mirrors your action, putting his arm on the counter and standing close enough for you to smell his body wash and the warm cotton of his t-shirt that’s stretched tight across his broad shoulders. The dimple is back and you notice how he’s got small bald patches in his scruffy beard that’s dappled with grey in places.

“So, bachelorette party, huh?” he asks and nods his head towards your friends who are now toasting in beer and howling along to “I want it that way” by The Backstreet Boys on the jukebox.

“Yeah, I’m the designated “get them all home in one piece” person tonight,” you sigh with a crooked smile at them. “They are a bit too wasted to still be drinking but you know…” you shrug your shoulders and give Frankie a grin, “been there, done that too.”

“Got the t-shirt,” he smirks, lifting the edge of your jean jacket with his finger tips to show off the “The one where Lizzy marries Steve” t-shirt you’re sporting under it.

“To add to my collection,” you reply, laughing as you look down at the print. “I think this is the 8th one. Lizzy is the last one to be married. The couple from the first one has already gotten divorced and remarried so we’re getting through them.”

“Any of them yours?” Frankie asks and you notice how he’s frowning his forehead, his brow knotting as he looks at you as if he’s nervous for the answer.

“No, none of them mine,” you can’t help but smile, his face is adorable as his expression drops into a shy smile. His dark brown eyes are very expressive, crinkling again at the corners as he steps a little bit closer to you, giving the busboy room to collect the glasses from the bar behind him. The music from the jukebox suddenly turns off as the softer lights of the bar are replaced by harsher bright lights.

“Closing time!” the bartender calls from behind the bar as your friends boo and jeer, sinking the last of their beers. “I’m taking these fries to go!” you hear Lizzy slur and you cringe inwardly as Frankie glances over at them.

“So, seeing as I’m running out of time,” Frankie begins, still standing close enough for you to feel the heat coming off of him, “I wanna ask for your number, maybe?”

“You’ve got to earn that privilege, Frankie,” you look up at him. “I don’t usually give my number out to guys I’ve just met at random bars on Saturday nights.”

“Yeah, no, I get that, probably a smart strategy too,” he falters. “I would’ve bought you a drink first and maybe we could’ve talked a bit more but you know, I didn’t want to not ask anyway.” He scratches at his beard absentmindedly and shoots a quick glance over his shoulder at his friends who are all eagerly still watching the conversation. “Maybe we can catch up here sometime, do you ever come by this place?” he asks.

“This is my first time here, it’s really on the wrong side of town for me,” you admit, starting to regret not giving him your number but old habits are hard to shake, not giving out your number to random guys being one of them.

“Oh, ok, I get it.” Frankie looks down and scuffs the toe of his boot on the bar’s skirting board before looking over at his friends again. “I should just go then, get them home too.”

He starts to move away as you see his dark haired friend make a gesture as if he’s rubbing imaginary money between his thumb and fingers while smiling at the two blonde guys.

“Did your friend make a bet with you about getting my number?” you ask him, suddenly putting two and two together.

“Yeah, kinda, it wasn’t serious or anything, he was just, just, kinda pushing me to work up the nerve to come over and talk to you.” Frankie stutters slightly and your heart contracts as his hand shoots up to rub the back of his neck again, his dark curls becoming ever more unruly with each pass of his hand across them.

You suddenly feel arms wrap around you from behind and a wave of perfume and tequila washes over you. Lizzy is giggling in your ear, tugging you away from Frankie. “Sorry, lover boy,” she squeals, “She’s mine tonight!”

You shoot Frankie an apologetic look as Lizzy pulls you over to the booth where the exasperated bartender is trying to convince your friends that it’s time to leave. Frankie gives you a small wave before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning back to his friends. You turn to the tasks of gathering your friends together and calling for an Uber to get you all home safe.

...

As you leave the bar with the bachelorette party, getting them out the door is like herding cats, you spot Frankie and his friends making their way across the parking lot. Frankie’s got his back to you but you can still make him out, his unruly curls sticking out from under his cap, backlit by the flood lights in the lot. A smile suddenly creeps across your face and you call out to him.

“Frankie, wait up!”

He turns as you make your way towards him, and his friends all turn too, immediately breaking out in wide grins. The dark haired one gives Frankie a quick shove as to motion him towards you and Frankie picks up his feet. You meet him halfway across the lot.

“Give me your phone,” you say and hold out your hand towards him.

“Why?” he says with a confused look, but he still fumbles in his back pocket to pull out an old iPhone with a cracked screen.

“Let me win that bet for you,” you grin as he taps in the pass code and hands you the phone.

Frankie’s confused look changes into a wide grin as you add yourself as a new contact in his phone and hit “save” before handing it back to him.

“Make sure your friend pays up what he owes you now,” you smile before turning back to your friends who are yelling at you to hurry the fuck up as the Uber you ordered pulls up to the curb.

As you walk back across the lot you suddenly hear Frankie’s fast footsteps approaching from behind. Turning back towards him you stop as he puts his hand on your arm, his calloused fingers are dry and warm against your bare skin, his grip gentle, just resting against you.

“Does that mean I can call you too?” he asks, his dark eyes barely visible under his cap, but you can see the shyness from before returning.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” you smile before reaching up and pressing your lips to the bare patch in his beard, giving him a quick kiss. Behind him you can hear his friends whoop loudly and cheer, someone yells, “Go, Fish!” and when you pull back from Frankie a blush is creeping up his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he grins. You smile again and pull away from him, letting his hand slip down along your arm before his hand gives your fingers a small squeeze and lets you go. Turning back to your friends, who are still yelling at you to get a move on, you hide an even bigger smile. As you quickly make your way over to the waiting Uber you feel butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. The light scratch of Frankie’s beard still on your lips and his warm hand imprinted on your arm.

…

Later that night, or early morning more like, your phone pings as you're brushing your teeth, getting ready for bed. It’s a number that’s not saved in your phone but as you pick it up you have a good feeling about who it might be from.

“hope i didnt wake you. just wanted to give you my number too so you didnt think i wasnt serious and only did it for the bet. sleep well.”

As you read the message your phone pings again and you tap to the new message.

“sorry, it’s frankie, i forgot to say”

You can practically hear his voice through the message, see his frown as he curses himself for forgetting to sign off with his name in the first message and it makes you smile, thinking of how his brow had knitted together as he first talked to you in the bar, that soft, shy look under the peak of his cap.

Quickly you save his number as a new contact in your phone and reply to him.

“Hi Frankie, you didn’t wake me, I’m still up :) Thanks for your number. Did your friend pay up?”

You finish brushing your teeth as you watch the three dots move, indicating that Frankie is typing a reply.

“ye he did, although he’s not convinced you didn’t give me a fake number so i guess i have to show him this to prove it.”

You smile to yourself as you type, moving towards your bed.

“I guess I have to keep it clean then.”

Frankie’s reply comes quickly this time.

“that line alone is going to get me into trouble…”

You giggle to yourself as you tuck yourself in, holding your phone up as Frankie keeps typing.

“so i have all my winnings to spend and its only fair that I share them with you. can I maybe take you out someday?”

“I’d like that, call me tomorrow and we can maybe work something out?”

Frankie’s reply is almost instant.

“i will, sleep well, hermosa”

“Hermosa?”

“beautiful“

“You’re making me blush… Sleep well, Frankie”

You feel yourself grinning like a fool as you put your phone on your bedside table and close your eyes. Trying to not let your mind run away with you, you squash down an excited little squeal as you burrow yourself into the pillow.

#triple frontier #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #pedrostories #pedro pascal characters

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2h3llandb4ck · 2 months ago

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GRAHH ANDRAS MOMENT

His inclusion in the rewrite was largely inspired by Scarlet Pixels + @pinkandpurple360 , so shoutout and thank you guys for the ideas!

And here’s how he’d fit into my revision of Helluva Boss!

(Spoilers? Maybe? Stolas’s nature is implied to be off since the start of my rewrite anyways soooo…)

ANDRAS YAP SESSION

Andras is described as a marquis of the Ars Goetia, a supernatural entity who preaches chaos to the living world. Most of the elderly Underworldians assumed he disappeared for years, way before Blitz kickstarted his business. The reason why people say that Andras left was because he was envious of his fellow Goetians gaining legions riches, and important duties to carry out as above and so below… Andras was disregarded, pushed aside. And so they say he left to distance himself from that elite legion.

In truth, Andras had slain the gentle, pacifist Stolas and masqueraded as him, opting to wear a suit of the owl prince’s feathered flesh. He chose the young Stella as his bride-to-be, and spent the next few years swindling the public in his favor, spouting sob stories of how at lavish balls, he was always alone while his bride squawked and flounced about while badmouthing him like a bratty teenage girl. And his teenage daughter? Only a valuable story asset if he wanted to come off as a perfect sad little prince who could do no wrong. From the start, he was always a mastermind, writing his own fairy tale-like prophecy in which he would meet a lowly imp and fall in love, being taken away to his happily ever after with his witchy wife left in the dust. He then proceeded to trap the Underworld in a strange phenomenon; everyone within the “hex” would favor Stolas and coddle him, and berate Blitz to the point where he would give up and let Stolas comfort him at the absolute lowest.

One day, in an act of blind lust and wrath, he revealed himself to be the mastermind behind everything during a public trial. The high judges of the Underworld declared him to be guilty of exploitation and mass manipulation, but before the sentence could be carried out, Andras shedded his feathered skin suit and imp-napped Blitz to keep as his little plaything for all eternity; sometimes as an imp, and sometimes as the black dog that accompanies him to outings.

One massive rescue mission brawl later, Blitz was saved and Andras was finally given his sentence: he was to be stripped of all of his powers, be disowned from the Ars Goetia, and have his riches, possessions, and Grimmoire be handed to Octavia and Stella as a way to make up for the past. Andras would then wander the streets of the Underworld as a pathetic outcast, always shunned for his actions. He wasn’t allowed to be within a 5-mile radius of Blitz without getting swatted away. And if Andras was lucky, his glossy eyes and crocodile tears would work… 5% of the time.

That’s all! I wanted to make up a true villain for the story. God, Stolas’s canon writing would be so good if he was a manipulative villain, but alas… we got garbage. I also wanted to copy/paste his disgusting face somewhere…

Goodnight tri-state area!

#helluva boss redesign #helluva boss rewrite #andras #Andras Goetia

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Spawn vs Bride

I decided to collect in one article a look at all these holy wars about the squabble over the ritual of turning the main character into a vampire, so that I don't have to remember everything I've dug up 15 times later. If someone doesn't agree, it's not my fault - I'm just expressing my opinion and not forcing it on anyone. If this offends/hurts you, etc., then that's your problem - I don't have the goal of humiliating, infringing, insulting or calling anyone a fool here. It's better to think at your leisure about why you're offended by the opinion of a passing crocodile in his own public page than to start a squabble on mine. We're done with the disclaimer, so I can write some scribbles.

Let me start from the beginning, actually. Where did these brides come from? There is a setting inside D&D called Ravenloft - a separate multiverse with domains of horror, where there is a rather large character like Strahd von Zarovich, he is also an ancient vampire and the ruler of Barovia. This whole topic with vampire brides and the ritual itself came from here, but the joke is that the Larians do not have the rights to this setting, so they can only shove references here into the BG3, which is what they do. This does not stop people and they still think that brides in the BG3 are canon. Why? Because of these references. At the same time, BG3 is slowly fitting into the canon of the 5th edition and there is no point in canonizing the brides there when they are already in DND in the form of a new ritual - the old one is still there and is not going to move.

How does the usual ritual of spawn transformation work in the case of Astarion and in D&D in general? The vampire bites the victim, drains it, buries it in a coffin and voila - the spawn is born. If you dry it and just throw it on the ground, it will just be a corpse, nothing more - it is important to bury it in a coffin and, so to speak, tie it to this very coffin - hence the coffin was standing at Kassador's ritual.

How is the bride created? The ancient vampire must drink blood from it for 3 nights, accumulating the "exhaustion" status on it and on the 3rd night, when the victim is on the verge of a coma, he lets the victim drink his blood for no more than 2 minutes (otherwise the bride will go crazy). A couple of hours later, the bride is born.

In fact, some kind of bullshit happens in the game, to be honest - they drink blood from us, they drain us, but no one shows us the coffin on the one hand. On the other hand, people cling to 3 bites in the ritual, forgetting that there should be not 3 bites, but 3 nights when they drink from you. The ritual itself occurs immediately after the ascension on the same night + you can refuse sex in the ritual and you will be bitten only 2 times, which is no longer according to the rules of the brides even in the form of a reference and does not change any dialogue in the game and does not change the status of the main character.

Inconsistency number 2: after the ritual, Astarion says that he gave us a drop of his blood to give us protection from the sun, which from the spawn side should make us free from his control, but this does not happen. There are several options:

He's lying and you didn't drink his blood - after the ritual you don't remember anything and he explains to you about the blood, but he lies a lot just so you don't yelp and are with him while he doesn't have complete control over you because of the tadpole, and so he says that he gave you a little and promises that he will give even more, but later when you get stronger - shows his care. There was no sign that you really drank his blood - everything was just his words

You did drink, but it's not enough - this is purely a guess because neither he nor anyone specified how much exactly the spawn needs to drink from the vampire to be freed, and he himself said that it was for protection from the sun, nothing more

The rule about voluntary feeding was fucked - to be freed, he must allow you to drink from him. Precisely "allow", as he himself said. This is mental bullshit that can be cancelled in the process itself and you kind of drank blood, but they did put a ban on you

Shadowheart nuance - in her Justiciar branch there is a kiss with a bite of his own lip until it bleeds, but here you need to go through the origin and check, but most likely it also doesn't work at all

This inconsistency on the bride's part works differently - if you are the bride, then what's the point of calling us spawn? It raises unnecessary questions and puts him in a stupid position - the bride, by the same rules, will sooner or later find out that she is not controlled by the vampire like the spawns - she is free to leave at any moment when she finds out and all she needs to do is say "no" to his order once. He is not so stupid that his plan rests on one word - he is so afraid of losing us that he puts the question bluntly - either he controls us, or you break up. He will never call you spawn if you are the bride, which he himself says. In this case, it is more profitable to immediately train her and work in partnership than to wait for her to reveal this lie sooner or later. In addition, in the same epilogue, the issue of freedom can be raised and judging by his rection, in this case the main character is rebelling, but still with him.

There is an inconsistency at the level of Astarion - for the ritual, the vampire must be ancient, and not even a day has passed since his ritual and he can't even turn into a bat, what ancient vampire are we talking about here and how does he even know about this ritual?

There is also an argument about pleasure during the ritual, which sounds strange because when he himself drains us on the first bite in Act 1, there are words about pleasure there too, but he himself talks about turning us into a spawn as if it were only pain.

There was another argument in the new party banters in which he refuses Mintara to turn into a spawn, saying that his power is only for his beloved and supposedly this is drawn to the fact that the bride can only be 1 and nothing more. But Mintara meant to simply make her a vampire, not a bride, and Astarion himself already said that he despises those who want to become a vampire back in the palace of Cassador, that's why he refused her - she is disgusting to him.

There is an inconsistency at the bride level - you can run away from him to Avernus, to which he will say that it was not you who ran away from him, but he who let you go. There is a nuance here - you are running around Avernus, you have a pretty good chance of dying, and if you are a bride and you do die, it will damage him according to the same bride rules by 6d6 points of psychic damage, he will recover from this for a long time and after that he will not be able to create new brides for another 3d6 years. Actually, the question is - why would he take such risks? Even for the sake of the power that his bride will bring him, it would be wiser if he himself ran around with her there, and not she 1. Of course, there is a retcon of the dialogue here because the Larians did not immediately remember about this outcome, but nevertheless - he can return the spawn at any time by order, but he will have to look for a bride.

In the end, as for me, this whole topic with the bride is just a big reference to that ritual because they don't drink for 3 nights and you were given only a drop of blood, although it should be far from a drop and at the same time you can't get away from it. The Larians just decided to sit on 2 chairs, having made contradictions even with the spawn with this drop of blood and the absence of a coffin. The coffin is still okay, I can explain it with a shortened 3rd act and a desire to soften the whole trope (they did edit the kissing animations) - there is still a lot to saw and saw, but the question is about the blood because it is neither here nor there.

So to speak, write whatever you want in your heads because I myself have a bride, but according to the rules of this ritual from Ravenloft, and I am cutting off the game ritual. The only thing that bothers me is the lack of a normal description of the bride's powers, but this discussion is for another topic. If I remember anything else, I will add more.

Upd after reading this post

https://www.tumblr.com/yeragei/775769565377511424/clearing-up-the-vampire-bride-theory

Here it is correctly noted about:

Weakening after the ritual of Astarion himself during the bride ritual - it is not there. 1 drop of blood is bullshit and it is not enough, as I already wrote above - he should be weakened by the loss of blood from this ritual, but it is normal for him.

I already wrote about 3 bites - before the ritual it was optional, so the ritual falls apart

Vampire age - Astarion is 239 according to the canon of the game and even then he was a spawn, and was a vampire for less than a day, which does not make him an ancient vampire - there it starts from 400 years. It also says that an ordinary vampire can do this, but the ascended one is not one. The argument works in both directions, but we were never explained about his status

There is no telepathic connection between the bride and Astarion - if she were in Avernus, they would not have problems with communication, but the dialogue denies this

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #tav #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #text #baldur's gate 3 screenshots #bg3 screenshots

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