#allowing him to grow both as a swordsman and as a person

[missbuckyhellfire]

Cat And Mouse :Emperor Geta (1/?)

Warnings: MANIPULATION (Both ways), The Emperor twins being themselves, Smut, NSFW content, heavy dub/con , Forceful fingering, Flirting, Unwanted advances, some language, heavy drinking, Oral, humping, hair pulling, Long piece (10,000 words!). Message me if I missed anything, Minors Be Gone!

Translations:

Mia Combina: My beloved

Mel: Honey

Hello Everyone! I know I had said it was going to be a One-shot and this is a long piece. However, I feel that it could be completed as a mini series or maybe with a second part. This piece could be a standalone as well, but I feel that it may be left too open ended for some. Also, I love their dynamic so I am wanting to write more. I will post a poll below for people to vote. If the deadline passes, comments in the piece would be appreciated. Miss.BuckyHellfire

The great General of Rome has returned to “celebrate” his victories with the city. Or at least that’s how the twin emperors seen it. The reality was much more concerning for the brothers.

For the past few months, a rider with a black horse would rob from the rich and give their spoils of their crimes to the poor. The citizens of Rome supported the rider and would refuse to say anything about them to the officials or even the emperors. In which unfortunately would cost them their lives. They were on their wits end as they wanted to end this once and for all.

The real reason, the one that the brothers wanted to keep to themselves was that they wanted the General to hunt this thief down and bring them to a prison cell where the emperors would take care of them personally.

However, the night before, the rider tried to strike their own home in Palatine Hill. Unfortunately, Emperor Geta was awake and clothed, unlike his brother in a pile of concubines. He seen the figure rush to the door and viewed how the cloaked rider would take down each of his guards with such grace.

The rider was a trained swordsman. This caused great fear in Geta as he panicked and grabbed his own blade by his night stand. He was going to fight them to save his gold. He wasn’t just going to be robbed like the rest of the people before him.

However, by the time he arrived, the rider was gone, only with a trail of blood to take him to General Acacius’s home. Geta, only in a robe, knew what he had to do.

When the General had arrived to greet the emperors the next morning, Geta had personally invited him and his entire family to join for a great feast at Palatine Hill. He wanted to get answers and he knew he was slowly closing in on his prey.

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“Brother what are you looking at?”

“Nothing Carcalla”

That was a lie. The taller emperor had glanced around the room as he sipped from his wine glass. Throughout the crowd of his concubines, soldiers, nobles, and servants, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her. The young woman that was with General Acacius.  No matter how much he tried to wonder his eyes around, he couldn’t help but make eye contact with her over and over again.repeatedly.

A young woman, with dark hair and fair skin. Gold eyeliner was pained on her eyelids that covered her warm but light brown eyes. Her gold lips formed into a smile as she talked to a few guests eager to get a few moments of her time. The people of Rome were like servants at her feet, wanting to talk to her and listen to her sweet voice. Without saying another word, Geta separated himself from his brother and walked over to the growing crowd . The crowd had separated and allowed Geta to pass through to meet with the woman. The general was less than pleased as he placed his arms around her. Geta immediately had chuckled to himself  before he spoke.

“Guess I can see why your father hid you, so you wouldn’t get touched as his finest treasure.” He took her hand and kissed it gently. The general’s eyes never left his. “Where’s your wife General?”

“This is my daughter Sabina”. Sabina, this is Emperor Geta.” The general forced a small smile and tried to hide a growl as he heard Geta repeat his daughters name to himself.  “She has fallen ill and unable to come today and she sends her regards.”

The emperor took in Sabina’s stola: a vibrant blue with gold accents. Her dark hair was pulled up wearing golden hoops. He seen nothing but innocence in her warm but light brown eyes. He glanced down to her lips as they trembled, intimated by his presence. He took in the oils she wore, they were sweet, the right amount of sweetness that could lead any man to start a war. He did find it odd that the general’s wife wasn’t able to come, but didn’t want to pry just yet, not when he had the opportunity to talk to the general’s daughter.

“Come Sabina, sit with me” Geta had ushered her to go. The general paused and refused to move his hands. He had known Geta long enough that this would just be a simple game for him. He would use his daughter to get closer to him and gods knows what. He was his general already what else would he want from him.

He smirked at the general “you don’t trust me with your greatest gem? I promise to take care of her general.” He pushed the general’s hands off of Sabina and took her to sit down with him.

Sabina’s first instinct was to sit by one of his other concubines out of respect. Her father’s grand speech echoed throughout her head as she had turned around and sat next to a barely clothed concubine. Her father was firm, but kind.

“Before we go in, I want you to know that the Emperors are very persuasive and manipulative they will want to find everything out about you. They are like the gods themselves, but much worse. Promise me, if your called, you keep your mouth shut, keep your secret.”

“I’ll try my best.”

After a few moments, Geta turned to her then shook his head “This wont do.”

“What wont Emperor?” Sabina wasn’t sure what she was talking about. He was not too keen about whatever it was due to his narrowing of his eyebrows. Geta didn’t think a gem like her should be with a bunch of other slaves and toys.

“Come sit with me here.” Geta had patted on his leg. His brother took immediate notice of his actions and leant over to his brother.

“Brother, you can’t be serious”

“Deadly, brother, deadly. Come on Sabina” He patted on his leg again. Not thinking she had much of a choice, she had plopped on his lap and he smirked. He took in her scent again as he chuckled. Now all eyes were on the Emperor, including the General who started to feel a sense of guilt. The concubine had passed a tray of grapes and cheeses to Sabina. She had looked at them for a second taking in the sweet smell of the grapes and cheeses. It was a treat to get this food when it came around.

“Don’t be shy mel, feed me.” Geta, like a snake, wrapped his arms around  her as she grabbed the plate and pricked a grape from the platter. His brown eyes watched her as she waited for him to open his mouth. He did nothing of the sort and only mumbled a “tease me”. She had placed the grape on his lips and began to graze the fruit around his lips until he would open his mouth and she plopped it in. He chewed it and swallowed. “give me another Sabina.”

She listened, and gave him each grape until the very last one on a frail branch. He took the small grape into his hands and grazed it against her lips and watched them quiver a bit.

"Open up"

Sabina opened her mouth and he plopped it inside. Snickering, he placed his hands around her neck gently so he could feel her swallow the fruit. She swallowed gently, but Geta found it absolutely fascinating feeling her throat muscles move.

He turned and grabbed his glass of red wine, only half full now. He snickered and pressed the glass against her lips as his grin kept getting wider.

She parted her lips again as he let go of her neck, but refused to let his eyes off of it.  He was going to start asking questions, eventually.

He gently tipped the glass so the sweet fluid would enter her mouth. Sabina took every last drop in the cup, with the feeling of the emperors hands in her hair. His hands were soft and gentle, only when he wanted them to be.

Sabina, the fluid was so sweet and intoxicating. She never had a fluid so tasty in her life. She wanted more until it was gone, which had left her with a bit of guilt and curiosity on what the emperor would do next. Geta shook his head. He was impressed how fast it went down, but now he has an idea.

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4 empty glasses were by the emperors chair. None were drunk by the emperor. Sabina thought she could handle a few, but the wine was rather intoxicating. She looked messed up, her hair was messy and her stola's sleeve was loosely over her shoulder as she would let out soft giggles from the affects of the wine. In return Geta would laugh in return. Carcalla watched the entire scene happening, but wasn't too sure what his brother's intentions were with the Generals daughter. Geta did have a collection of concubines to please him but Sabina seems to take a different effect on him.

Geta took in the sight of Sabina, vulnerable and possibly with a loosened tongue. If she wasn't a general's daughter, he would have offered her to be a concubine. Yet, he needed answers.

"So Sabina" he snaked his arms around her tightly, close enough for her to smell his body. "I'm sure your familiar with the rider that's been stealing in Rome."

Sabina closes her eyes for a moment then opens them to meet the eyes of her father from the other end of the room. Panicked, he mouths the words "lie".

She turns to the emperors dark intimidating eyes as he watched every feature of her, seeing if there's something that could be read from her.

"Yes Emperor, I heard tales of the rider who killed some of the emperors men and tried to steal from them. They steal from the rich and give to the poor, what of them?" Sabina looked down as Geta's lips twitched a bit from their response. 

The palace didn't give message to  the people about the supposed break in. So she knew someone who would do such a thing and would tell her. He began to rub her back a bit and tried to become more soft in his voice.

“Yes, it’s a tragedy, I ran out of my house as soon as I heard the commotion.  I was ready to swing my blade at him.” Geta leant to her ear and moved his hands to her shoulders in hopes to ease some sort of confession out of her. Yet before she could speak, the general came to Geta, who was rather distracted.

“ I wish to bring my daughter Sabina home and I will meet you at nightfall to discuss the matters of the thief” His eyes glanced at the glasses and his daughter, who seemed to be feeling the affects of the wine.

Geta paused for a moment and glanced at Sabina. He didn’t want to let her go just yet. “Nonsense, I wish to have her as a guest for a couple nights in the finest suite of my palace. Your wife and yourself are invited as well, but I may be rather distracted by your daughter.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. People will talk and…”

“Does it look like I care, I am a emperor of Rome, you listen to me, my wish wasn’t a request” Geta shut him off as Carcalla let out a soft chuckle in response . The general nodded and muttered “ My wife is ill so it will be just you and my daughter. I will visit to discuss the matter you wish to talk to me about.”

The emperor clapped his hands together “Perfect! You don’t need to worry about us at all I will take good care of her.”

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To Sabina, this was only part of the job.

First was to lure him in by making herself seem like the perfect servant to the elder brother. He seemed like the more sane, more power hungry and calmer one. He was the logical one in the two but of course was still a threat.

She regretted letting it slip about her past endeavors at Palatine Hill. She knew that she shouldn’t have spoken out about it and has put her family in danger.

Regardless, Geta had ushered the guests out quickly after exchanging some private matters with her father. No surprise that Sabina assumed he was asking him to take the legendary thief down. Little does he know that the general knows of his daughters adventures and wouldn’t dream of ending it by turning her in. He was the one who supports her anyways.

Carcalla had turned to her during the exchange of words and chuckled. “Don’t get too attached to this lifestyle your going to go back home as soon as Geta is finished with you”

“I am here to serve the emperor and will return home when he sees fit.” It was such a kiss ass attitude but she needed to get on both of their good side if she was to go venturing in the palace on her own.

“Such a fuckin toy, you will fit right in during your stay” The younger emperor shook his head.

Sabina tilted her head at him, toying with him back. “Toy? I don’t understand, my father spoke very rarely on those subject matters.”

Carcalla stood up from the throne and glued his blue eyes with her brown ones. “Don’t toy with me girl. I know your type, your invitation to join our family will be declined soon enough. My brother will come to his senses, you may be nothing more than a concubine to him.” He spat at her.

She hid the smile with a frown and a nod of the head. “ I can promise you that I’m not who you thought I am.” She was so close, she just needed to play along a bit longer and the jewels will be hers.

“We will see about that.” He muttered as he looked down to his feet as Geta returned and waved the general off. Sabina’s father gave one last look to her before he left through the doors. Sabina stood up and Geta wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind, taking in her scent from her hair.

“I’m going to show our guest their room for the next few days. You are welcome to join us.” Geta’s tone wasn’t exactly welcoming, it didn’t sound like he wanted to have his younger brother to join them. Carcalla had mumbled a “No.” before Geta had took a step back and took Sabina’s hand and lead her down the hall.

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Sabina admired the room Geta had granted her by the doorway with him by her side. He watched her intently as she took in the sight of her room.

He kept stating he knew it wasn’t much, but Sabina knew that it was a lie. He knew this was the nicest room that she was ever given. She was admiring the silky bedsheets and lovely balcony with the perfect view of the sunset. The sweet smells of lemon oils had flared the room as well.

However, her eyes grew large at the bucket of swords that were placed in her chambers. Geta meant to have those removed as he didn’t think it was right for a lady to be so close to blades, as it may hurt her.  Geta’s eyebrows furrowed as she was walking towards the barrel and picked up a silver blade with fine rubies engraved on them. She knew she was going to take this blade home when this is all over. Geta, shocked and walked over to her and took her hand with the blade on it.

“Do you think this is lady like to be handling blades like this?” Geta tilted his head, his eyes expressing concern, but demanding she drop the blade.

“My father is the general, he taught me how to use blades.” Sabina rolls her eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Geta blinks twice. “ I don’t blame your father for training you to use blades, but your under my wing now. I am sure that your father would appreciate you being of sound mind here.” He snaps his fingers and two guards take the blades away, while Geta yanks the blade from her hand. Before the last blade leaves, he takes one : a gold blade with diamonds engraved into it.  He pauses for a moment then sighs, seeing the shock in Sabina’s eyes.

“If you are to find a husband in Rome, you will need to learn to submit.  I am sure that your father taught you that.” Geta leans down to her ear in a whisper. He places the sharp weapon on her shoulder as the blades leaves a small cut on her. She doesn’t move as she stays firm in place. “Remember your place, and to not keep secrets from your emperors.”

Sabina nods in the comment as he moves the blade closer to her neck. He tilts his head, watching her throat bob in response. His lips part as though he is going to say something, but he says nothing. He only admires her beauty in the moment.

“So tell me, what do you really know about this thief? You seem to know more than you lead on.” His eyes moves to her light brown eyes checking for any sense of vulnerability or weakness or any hint of the thief’s identity. To him, a woman knowing how to fight well was odd, she was the only swords woman that he known.

Sabina, trying to hide her identity looks into his eyes and gets lost for a second. Why did he look so good but done the wrong things?  She had to make up some sort of story fast or else Geta’s kindness may not last long. “ I met him a few months ago.”

The blade was pushed harder against her neck. “Elaborate.” His voice turned into a growl.

“I, uh- met him by a cart by the Colosseum. He was talking about a recent adventure to the locals and I decided to listen in to hear more about it. He and I didn’t really talk about things but he was ambitious.”

His gaze softened a bit “Did you see a glimpse of his face?”

“No, he was wearing a cloak.”

Silence swallowed the room for a second then Geta dropped the blade to the ground. He examined Sabina’s face, he only seen fear in it. However, he thought it was his approach to it. Something told him that there was more to be shared about this but he decided to not pry for now. The emperor admired her for a moment before grabbing her chin. Both of their eyes were glued onto each other for a moment. Brown eyes looking upon to brown eyes. One pair firm with determination to keep her secret while the other pair wanted to expose it. 

“Your welcome to stay here for as long as you need to.” He muttered as he placed his soft lips onto her own. He paused for a moment, taking in the taste of her lips. Sabina took in the taste of wine on his lips as well. Geta mumbled something about taking her for a feast later and flashed a smile at her before leaving.

Sabina noticed that Geta forgot to bring the blade with him. However, she was in shock with the emperors actions and determination to figure out her secret. If the kiss was part of the plan or not, she doesn’t care. But she can admit he was a good kisser.

Venus, she needs help.

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Geta met with his brother immediately afterwords to share information about his encounter  with Sabina and the information about the thief that they are trying to hunt down.

They were both in Carcalla’s chambers alone as he was explaining his suspicions on Sabina.

“I think there’s more to what she is saying. She is a swordswoman after all, only the insane women are trained with a blade.” Carcalla mumbled.

“Remember brother her father is the general, he may have wanted to keep her safe. Eve though one day she will likely be married off.” Geta paused for a moment trying to understand the general’s logic. “Do we know who Sabina’s mother was? “

Carcalla shrugged. “Words go around that he fucked a goddess when he was a young soldier. Would make sense for her beauty, but I think it may be a common whore after too much drinking.”

Geta took in Carcalla’s words in for a moment. How the people would gravel at their feet for Sabina. Her kind smile and skills in swordsmanship. Her overall alluring appearance and personality. It would make sense, but just this alone wouldn’t be enough proof.  He knew that he wanted her, even though she does appear stubborn in her own ways.

“How would you feel a alignment with the general brother.” Geta looked at his wine glass for a moment then looked back at him.

Carcalla laughed at him. “You can’t be serious about this brother; I am not going to marry that woman!”

“No, you don’t have to, because I want to.” Geta looked at one of his guards. “Send word out in the morning for the audience of the general.”

“You were suspicious about them now you want to marry the girl? I don’t understand you brother.”

“No,no. She is beautiful and will give me lovely children yes. But it will keep him close until she finally speaks the truth. Maybe more seduction is needed tonight.”

Carcalla nods with the plan then looks away with a wide grin across his face. “Brilliant”

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Sabina was on the ground praying to the gods for the night that was about to come. She needed to make sure that she would be able to get enough gold to feed the temple that was slowly needing more and more donations. Sure nobles and the emperors would visit but a lot of them would provide with other forms of loyalty to this goddess within their bedrooms.

“Venus, mother, please help me with this task. I am doing this for the people of Rome and to keep areas of worship open. I am sure you would rather have a beautiful garden in your name mother rather than  the other offerings that are often given to you.” Sabina was referring to the emperors and their concubines. Word has went around that the brothers were loyal followers of Venus, but yet made any approach to visit her temple.

There was no response. As always. She always figured this out. Maybe her father was insane that he told her that he slept with Venus that one night under the evening stars. She didn’t say anything to him until the day Sabina was born then just left her on his doorstep. The general whenever he was asked would say it was from a one night stand and her mother is dead.

However, as time went on, she began to grow in beauty. This is something that was never explicitly addressed but people would come to see her and her generosity. When the twin brothers took over Rome, she felt the need to do more. She wanted to do whatever was needed to ensure that the people of Rome would survive their ruthlessness. So she decided to become a thief of the night and take from the rich to give to the poor, so she could ensure their own wellbeing each night.  This eventually went to providing generous donations to the churches as well. Whoever encountered her promised to keep her secret.

She sighed then glanced at the attire that was given to her for the evening diner. She should have known it was going to be a really revealing stola. This one was a red one with a wide enough opening on the top to expose her larger breasts. She sighed heavily then noticed that there were no forms of jewelry to hide her breasts.

So this is what Geta wants.

Sabina sighs. Geta was an attractive man no doubt about it, but she has never been touched by anyone before. From what she seen and heard the entire process looks painful and frankly demeaning to women. She never seen the point of doing it. She honestly planned to keep it until someone worth her while would marry her, or at least offer marriage.

Plus, to Sabina, he seemed demanding and controlling and would likely give her limited rights within the palace. However, she wasn’t going to let Geta see her body that easily. She found some of the makeup provided to her and found gold powder. She painted her nipples with that color in hopes to cover them up enough. She touched up for gold makeup look then waited for the emperors to call her for dinner.

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She smiled throughout the entire meal. She was rather thankful that she wasn’t close enough for Geta to see her sweat across her body. There were the finest foods available in Rome for her to eat from breads, wines to cheeses.

During the entire meal, Geta was watching her intently and so was his brother. All three of them were silent during their dinner in the gardens until Geta finally spoke.

“Sabina that dress compliments you, but didn’t expect you to make it modest.”

“I did so we could focus on the food and not other matters.” Sabina slipped out which gave two disapproved looks back.

“You don’t need to cover up for me Sabina.” Geta states. His tension turned into a smile and he stood up from his chair and approached her hoping to get a better view of her. He was now inches away from her as he took her hand and kissed it firmly. “You are to be my wife as the gods wish.”

Sabina blinked twice. She was not expecting this, she honestly thought he just would want to fuck her and kick her out, like Carcalla said. She glanced at the brother who only exchanged her with a smug grin, taking pleasure in her reaction.

“Wife, my emperor, I didn’t think it would happen. What would the people of Rome think of this? You are marrying the General’s daughter.”

“Would be more ideal than you think Sabina. You are loved by the people. My brother and I have eyes, we aren’t as loved as much. With you, you will help us get Rome’s support. You can help us see what the people of Rome need while we keep our power.” Geta suggested. Sabina believed everything until the last part about helping the people, Sabina knew that they wouldn’t do that.

“Sure helping the people, that means losing some of your wealth.” She spat. As soon as those last words came out of her mouth, Geta’s hands wrapped around her throat not tight, but as a warning to her.

“This offer is too good to refuse. You will help us. The gods have made it so.”Geta warned under his breath.  “Regardless of what you say, you will be my wife.”

Sabina had to think for a moment. Marriage would mean putting up with Geta for a bit until someone decides to kill him and his brother. Which at the pace they are going wont be for much longer.  And it would also mean unlimited gold to smuggle to people in need. Which would help Rome.

“Regardless, I guess I have to accept.”

Geta release her and smiled. “Excellent, now if you follow me I will show you where you will be staying.”

“I thought I was staying in the guest room” Sabina muttered.

“Oh no, your staying with me now.” That caused a ocean of anxiety flood her stomach.  She was about to be completely alone with the emperor in his chambers.

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The emperor opened the door to his chambers. He was quiet for a moment and allowed Sabina to take in the room. It was a rather lovely room, more expensive than the guest room that she was in earlier. With the silk, there was fur pillows and a thick blanket on top. His wardrobe was open and shown how lovely it was with  the fine fabrics. His room smelt of oils, wine and cheese. Around them were a ray of windows separated by pillars.

“It’s a lovely room” Sabina finally says.

“It’s ours now.” Geta assured as he gestured Sabina to follow him to the bed to take in the soft blankets. She took them in and sighed at the comfort. He nodded at the guards to be dismissed as the two could talk. His eyes were glued onto her lips. “Tell me, what do you like doing for fun? Besides sword play?”

“Well I do like riding horses, I prefer riding with Luna, my horse.”

“I like riding horses too, what type of horse are they?” Geta sincerely was interested in the horse as it was nice to see that they had common interests. However, he shouldn’t be surprised as she was the generals daughter.

“She’s a black mare, rather sweet and even tempered.” Sabina cut herself off right there. Remembering the legends they say about her and her legendary black horse. She hoped that Geta didn’t catch on. But with the look that she saw in his eyes, she knew that he did.

He was no fool. The black horse, following the mare to the generals home. She was a skilled swords women. His jaw tightened as he tried to hide his suspicions of her. There was only one thing left to do and with no one else around, he can find out for sure.

“Take off your clothes.” Geta stated plainly.

“ I am pure emperor I…” Sabina tried to push it off against his suspicions and tried to change the subject. She didn’t feel ready for this at all but she felt a firm grip on her shoulders.

“Don’t make me repeat again. I want to see all of you!” Geta stated as he tugged on her stola. She jumped a bit before she stepped back to remove the stola. Geta’s eyes were hungry, watching her form be revealed to him. She realised what he was doing and pushed her hair back so her back wound would not be revealed. Yet, she was completely bare in front of him, except for the gold makeup that covered her nipples.

“Turn around.” He instructed. She did as he instructed, and her ass was in view to him. His eyes took her in and admired all of the curves of her body, the moles and scars that were left on her back.

“You have a lot of scars on your moles as well.” He commented. Sabina took a deep breath and had to think fast.

“Everyone trained with a blade have some scars to show their loyalty and determination of the craft emperor.” She responded.

“Fair ,” he grabbed her hair and then he saw it. A fresh blade wound stitched up and reeking of the scent of old blood. He couldn’t get his eyes off it. He literally has his thief in his hands. He pushed her down as he got a small whimper from her he caged her in.

The cat finally caught the mouse.

“Emperor I….”

“IT was you!” Geta spat. “I wanted to deny that a beauty like you could do such a crime to Rome yet here we are!” His hand was one again around his neck. “Explain yourself or I will see to it that your execution is going to be very painful.”

Sabina had to collect her thoughts for a moment. She only had one shot at this and to basically tell her life story to the emperor is no easy feat. Also, she had to persuade him to let her live as well. She didn’t want to bring out her maternal parentage to him but at this point she may not have a choice.

“Why would you do that? The citizens of Rome would revolt. People love me for what I do. I provide to them what they clearly need. You lack the knowledge and ability to understand that your people are starving and dying because of your foolishness. I came in to help them when you and your  speakers of Rome are more focused on military warfare. You are also in conflict with with a demigod  of Venus and I do not think that you want to anger my father who is beloved by everyone in Rome.” Sabina felt bratty for saying it like that but if she gets killed for it, so be it.

“You have some nerve for saying that.” His grip on her throat tightened.

“You must hear it.”

Silence.

He seen her the way she truly was now. A woman who was looking out for her people and went through great lengths to do it. However, she was his enemy, and nothing will help from being punished for her crimes. “Venus is your mother.” Geta interjected. “The goddess of love, beauty, desire, sex, fertility, prosperity and victory. Should have known.” He placed a faint smile on his lips. “Your mother has yet to grace me with any good thing in my life. Lots of sex, beauty and victory are the only thing your supposed mother has blessed me with. Yet, I want a wife, and you are in a unfortunate situation mia columba, you are going to give me a child if you like it or not.”

The words stung to her as he let go of her neck. He wasn’t going to let her walk from this. Absolutely not. He shouted for the guards to arrest her, which was almost immediately.

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Sabina was alone in a cell, hearing the sounds of shouting and smelling the smoke from the people of Rome rioting outside of her cell. Word went around fast in the city and everyone was there to support her.

Geta was on the upper floor, watching everyone riot for the freedom of the demigoddess. As soon as word came, the general had rushed to his daughter’s aid but was immediately stopped by the emperor who was fuming towards him as well. The general had pleaded for his daughters life, even offering to be charged instead. However, his fury was too intense and he wanted to watch the two suffer.

“Please she’s my daughter, take me instead!”

“No! You should have watched her more closely and now she is going to be punished.” Geta snapped back at him. “To think she was going to be the empress of Rome.”

The general looked at Macrinus, a advisor to the emperors. The look was a simple plea for him to let her go. The advisor nodded and cleared his throat. “You still could still marry her.”

“Repeat?” Geta’s brows furrowed.

“You are not getting a good reputation with Rome. You need someone to provide a good image. Sure she was a thief, but she is loved by the people of Rome. Killing her will only result in your downfall. Perhaps even tonight with your head rolling down the steps of this building. But if you marry her, and make sure she keeps her public appearances, your people will be on their feet. Having a demigoddess as a wife will only bring more power., even though you hate her mother.” He stated and the general hated the proposal, but he didn’t have much choice.

“Gain reputation and use her as a puppet to gain power from Rome.” Geta summarized his grin grew wide. “Bring me to the cell, I wish to speak to her.”

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Sabina was alone in her cell with Geta.  She was still nude from earlier and stunk of the odor within the cell. She immediately spat on the floor as Geta chuckled.  He slowly walked towards her, watching her tremble. She refused to look at him, she knew this can’t be good.

“Oh my sweet Sabina, the sun to my moon. You will live to see another day.” His hand had cusped her face gently. Brown eyes are now looking into brown watery eyes. “No more tears in this cell you are going home.” His voice was like honey, it drew her in.

She lit up as she heard those words. She thought of her home with her father and his wife. The warm pastures and her horse Luna waiting for her. How she would ride again. “Is my father here to take me home?”

“Why would your father return you home? I, your husband will.” He stated proudly, his hand now going lower down to her neck, feeling her pulse. “We are still to be married.”

“You have forgiven me of my crimes?” She squeaked as he moved his hands lower to one of her breasts. He didn’t grab them, rather let his fingers trace her nipple.

He sighed. “Forgiveness is such as light word, you are to be my wife still, the Emperess of Rome.” His hands lowered to her waist, he pulls her in to feel her body against his. She tried to squirm away he pulled onto her tighter. “Resist my offer and you will see your mother sooner than you think.” It was in a gentle tone, but it was indeed a threat. His hands lowered down her body to her ass. His ringed hand slapped her ass so hard that it was heard a few cells over, followed by Sabina’s high pitch scream.

“Disobedience is punishment and if frequently done, death.” He reached to find her core and inserted a finger inside, grinning when he heard the breathy gasp from Sabina’s lips. Her mouth was open, she was vulnerable now. Geta found her weak point. He held it there for a moment before he began to slowly move it in and out. This only caused her to make more noise.

“Please stop!” She pleaded.

“Please Stop!” Geta mimicked. “No! Please stop stealing! I wouldn’t have patience for you if you had no use to me. But you do and I command you to listen and submit to me.” He moved his pace faster inside of her.

“You have no knowledge on my powers Geta.” She tried to warn but instead became breathless due to the amount of pleasure that Geta was giving her.

“I may not, but I know how to persuade a powerful woman.” He growled in her ears. She had no reaction but to tug on his strawberry blonde hair as he curled his fingers inside of her as she felt a small knot start to form. “By making them feel something.”

Geta’s eyes darkened as he watched her. So vulnerable, so submissive, yet so powerful. She was puddy in his hands if he could prove himself to her. He watched as she climaxed, her world shattered around her. She took heavy breaths and Geta smiled even wider than before. “I think we are going to make a good team.”

Sabina had no choice but to nod, regardless of how good the fingering was. She wanted to go home.  For now, she only wanted to get off the peak of pleasure that Geta put her into.

“What’s the matter, never been touched inside before?” Geta cocked a brow.

Sabina was silent as he removed his finger and pressed it against his lips to have a taste. Once her juices had touched his tongue he let out a soft moan. He complimented on the tastes of lemon and sweets. ‘Speak up.”

“No Emperor.” Sabina said. Geta didn’t say anything else before walking out of the cell, waving his guards over to bring her back to the palace.

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Geta and Sabina had a extravagant, very public wedding ceremony the next day. Given with the amount of time they had. Geta wanted to at least make sure that the wedding would meet to the emperors standards. He ensured that there were women serving food, wine and entertainment. He invited all of the highest nobles to the ceremony, including her family. Sure it was a last minute ceremony, but Geta had standards.

Sabina was decorated in makeup that matched Geta’s. Her eyes were darkened with a smoky shadow with a tint of golden eyeliner. Her lips were left bare with a faint lip oil covering them. Her dress was white with golden accents all over it and her hair was pulled up to reveal her neck. This didn’t go without notice that a few tears would shed on her face. She wanted to go home. She didn’t want any of this. However, she was caught and had to face the consequences.

Geta was in a matching white robe and makeup done the same. He only seen this as a duty and a way to serve punishment to the family. He would admit that she was an attractive being, but that was only a bonus of the situation.

The ceremony was very short and brief, the emperor had no choice to. The citizens were protesting outside of the door, trying to set their goddess free. So Geta made sure the ceremony was enough to legally bind them and that was it. He wouldn’t want to loose his head today, he just wanted to have enough proof with Sabina was his wife, his empress.

When vows were exchanged, all Sabina could do was nod. She had nothing else to say. Her eyes kept looking into the sad eyes of her father and his wife. The three of them knew they were in trouble, and this was their punishment. She wondered what her mother thought of all this.

Once all was said and done, Emperor Geta gave Sabina a kiss on the lips. This kiss was more harsh, as though it was sealing the contract that was implemented between the two of them. It didn’t last longer that a few moments before Sabina pushed away. Carcalla, who was the prime witness of the ceremony stood by his brother and shouted “ALL HAIL EMPEROR GETA, HIS WIFE EMPRESS SABINA AND EMPEROR CARCALLA”.

The crowd repeated the praises three times before realising how silent the crowd was outside. It was almost as though they given up and were preparing to leave. Geta and Carcalla smiled at each other, giving each other a knowing look.  

A female concubine came to Geta with a cake of emmer, of the wheat kind. Geta took it from her hands and watched her walk away. He realised Sabina wasn’t make eye contact with him so he tried to lovingly get her to look at him, while it was being rather forced. He broke the emmer above her head and he watched it crumble around her.

As they were on the ground taking the cake around them, Geta wrapped his hand on hers. “Remember your mine, you need to play the part.”

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 The rest of the wedding went by smoothly, there were various guests congratulating the couple that were hardly separated. Geta had his arm wrapped around her the entire time, ensuring that no one had a plan to steal his new empress away.

Her father and his wife came by to “congratulate” the couple but only discussed plans for future meetings. From her father’s eyes, she could tell that he far from approves of this match and hopes something dreadful will happen to him in the future so she would be free. Through a short discussion, Geta had sent them to talk with the other officials.

Geta had to excuse himself for a moment then Carcalla had quickly replaced him with a breath of strong wine and a fresh cup in hand. He was quite giggly, which had concerned Sabina.

“Welcome to the family sister, I had my doubts but you survived.” He shrugged. Sabina politely smiled at him, sensing the uneasy tension between the two. They hardly spoke to each other, yet there was strong tension.

“I suppose it is safe to call you brother, but I prefer Carcalla. It is however whatever you wish.” Sabina bowed her head.

“I prefer either. But I also wanted to propose.” Carcalla grinned as he took a step closer to her. “Just because your married to my brother, doesn’t mean you can’t warm my bed.”

“Excuse me?” Sabina hardly choked out.

“Geta can be busy and women, such as yourself should be treasured. This marriage may be of convivence and power but that a women should not be abandoned.” His voice was lower then before he could add onto his point, Macrinus placed a hand on his shoulder. Sabina never met the advisor up close. He made eye contact and smiled at her for a moment.

“I think you should go and sit down emperor, the entertainment is about to start. “ He ushered him to sit down. While hesitant at first, Carcalla sat next to his concubines.

“I apologize empress. Sometimes your husband’s brother can be quite imaginative.” He smiled at her. “You are quite the beauty, so mysterious and so strong. The heart of a rebel thief of Rome”  He muttered, taking a sip from his glass.

Sabina sighed. Of course he knew who she was before this entire thing. “Macrinus, how should I address you, high advisor Macrinus, or….”

“Just Macrinus. It is I who should be calling you the highest of honors.” He grinned as he kissed the front of her hand. “For I am just your servant, rebellious Emperess.”

“Macrinus, it is an honor to meet you. I….”

Geta snuck up behind her and wrapped his arm around her once again. “She is no longer a rebel, she is my wife  and one day, she will provide me with heirs to Rome to provide order.”  His grip tightened on her and Macrinus had noticed immediately. The advisor mumbled a “very well” before glancing at Sabina, providing a final bow and walked away.

Something told Sabina she was going to be talking again to him real soon.

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The ceremony ended slowly as the guests left to their homes or rented rooms respectfully. Geta and Sabina personally thanked everyone to this joyous occasion.

Only that it wasn’t joyous to either of them.

Once everyone left, Carcalla excused himself with some concubines as they went off to their own endeavours as he called it. Carcalla’s eyes, however didn’t leave her as he left. Geta let out a heavy sigh as soon as it was the two of them.

He closed his eyes for a moment just to take in the peace. “Finally, it is over.”

“I suppose it is, I guess that people of Rome will be at your feet as I am your bride.” Sabina looked down at her feet. She knows what is to come, her responsibilities and expectations but she wasn’t sure what was to become of her today.

“They will be, with you allied with me, adopting our customs. Your going to be a powerful empress.”He said, placing the palm of his hand under her chin. She looked up at him as he gave a smug smile. “You are not a prisoner here, but rather my wife. I expect you to behave as much and to be honest with me.”

All Sabina could do was nod. She knew that if he tried anything, the people of Rome would revolt. She only wanted to be at peace, and only take what her people needed.

Geta then took her by the hand and lead them to their chambers. Sabina had felt her heart start pacing. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this, for anything regarding her marriage duties. Yet, she knew it was expected of her.

He closed the door behind her then he smiled at her. He reached to remove her robe, then he stopped. He seen the fear in her eyes and realised that only one party would enjoy it. He recalled the events from the night before and sighed.

The Emperor couldn’t do this, she wasn’t ready or even wanted to do it. He sighed and took off his ceremonial robes and looked at Sabina, who still refused to look at him.

“You know we don’t have to do this.” He said in a low tone.

“We must it’s part of customs….” Sabina began but Geta shushed her.

“I know, but we don’t have to. You are the Emperess, whatever you say happens with exceptions.” He muttered, reminding her of her place.  He kissed her hand and waited for her response. He knew that she was his, but he didn’t want to force her.

“I.. don’t believe I am ready yet to partake in such activities.” Sabina said after a short pause. Geta nodded and understood what she meant. She then cleared her throat “However, I did enjoy the activity that we partook last night.”

Geta blinked twice. He was going to apologize. He knew he was too forceful and aggressive towards her in the cell. He knew that it was his rage that consumed him, but now that he has her, he can watch her very carefully.

“I may prefer it a bit intense when it comes to pleasure.” She leans to his ear and whispers. She was insanely nervous, but she did like how he made her feel. Maybe she liked being treated like that, whose to say. But there was something that grew between her legs after that night. She wanted more, but she was afraid.

Geta’s eyes widened at her confession. Hearing a woman, say that was news to him. Sure, he had his concubines, where he could go for hours railing them from the back, hearing them wail in pleasure. But he was a bit surprised. He mumbled a “forgive me Venus” before he began kissing her neck.

Sabina felt the Emperor’s lips on her neck. She let out a soft whimper from the sense of ecstasy from it. There were parts of her that told her to run away to hide but other parts of her ensured her that she was safe with him.  She also had to play the game as well, she still had to help her people.

Geta grabbed her by her hips and began to walk her to the bed, taking his time with it. His lips never left her neck as his lips crawled to her collarbone. She had now idea how far from the door she moved until she felt the bed from the back of her knees. She had felt him push her down on the soft mattress and she had a moment to relax from the soft fabrics.  The two looked at each other for a moment before he began to take off her ritual stola, once again admiring her body.

“You are made by the gods, blessed by them.” He muttered as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, his lips curling as he seen how she squirmed by his touch. Her mouth gasped open as he let out a soft groan against her nipple. He began sucking it, testing the waters, she let out a loud moan. He grazed the sides of her body, taking her all in.

His lips trailed down to her stomach then admired her pussy, and admired it like a work of art. His brown eyes kept looking at her, watching her reaction. He liked it rough sure, but he wanted to make sure she was going to enjoy it as well. Any trace of pain, he was going to back out. The last thing he would want is Venus, who already hates him to curse him for doing wrong to her daughter.

If she was her child.

Geta took the chance and licked her pussy. It was a quick swipe, and Sabina squealed in response. He took a moment to take it in then did it again, with a similar response from her. All he was doing was test the waters and tasting her pussy. She was divine, even by her taste. He had to have more, so he began to devour her pussy.

Sabina felt strange, but in a good way. She was full of pleasure, and it felt insanely good on herself.  She felt a glow around her body as she had an emperor eating her out. She felt insanely powerful with this man completely at her mercy.  She wrapped her legs around him, which only made him dive further into her pussy. He muttered how her pussy tasted like the lemons he tasted the previous night in only which he would chuckle with himself. She felt a sense of pleasure that was ongoing then suddenly it vanished with the absence of his tongue.

Before she could say anything, Geta flipped her to her stomach. There was a pause, and the subtle sound of his robes being dropped. All Sabina did was shake her head then he nodded in understanding.

“I see.” The emperor muttered. There was a short period of silence. The emperor was a man of his word, and he didn’t want to scare off his new bride too soon.  However, he wanted to play around with her. He walked to the corner of his bed then stood up. His eyes not loosing contact with her. His brown eyes, once full of light were dark.

“Sit on my lap.” He said sternly. Sabina felt her heart drop at the site of the emperor of Rome. He was once so proud and dashing in his outfits. Now, he is bare, vulnerable to her, asking to be tormented by her. She glanced at his cock that had curly strawberry blonde hairs attached. She has seen one before, but nothing like this. Her cheeks turned red as she watched his chest heave.

 It wasn’t a suggestion, so she hopped onto his upper thigh as she took in his scent. The main smell was heavy wine and the oils he put onto himself prior to the ceremony. She got herself comfortable then she felt him begin to move his leg up and down. A grin spread across his  face as he watched her tits jiggle from the movement. He repeated it again and noticed how she grinned in response to the pleasure.

“Move.” He commanded. “Up and down my leg.”

She did as was asked of her.  Her pussy moved up and down his leg, taking in the feeling. When she was going to lean in to kiss his neck, she felt his hand cusp her dark hair and pull her face back. She gasped at the feeling but her eyes met with his.

“Eyes on me at all times mia Colmbia” He hissed under his breath. She nodded as she made sure to make eye contact with him. She does have power, but even it does have limits.

Brown eyes meet brown eyes again. No matter how much force, or aggression of movement, she was lost in the moment. Even just for a second, she felt invincible, the power she had and how she was desired by one of the emperors of Rome.  Even with her crimes, she wasn’t sure if it made her more attractive to him and this was his way of punishing her.

Regardless, Sabina liked it.

She blushed as the movements got more and more intense. Her knot in her stomach was blooming. Once again, once she felt her height of pleasure peak, he pushed her aside, away from his leg. His tongue stuck out and curled to the side as a wide grin spread across.

“Remember, your my wife, I can only make you finish.” He scoffed as Sabina at first wanted to resort to violence. A simple slap across the face would do, but no. She knew better than that. Instead, she needed to play her cards right with him. Just like he is doing with her. With this game of cat and mouse they are playing, it really does lead to the question who is the cat and who is the mouse.

“Right, sorry husband.” Sabina muttered. Geta nodded in agreement and excused himself. Sabina thought he was going to spend the night with his concubines. She did not want to care, but somehow she did.

It was the perfect time to take some looming jewels.

She got out of her bed and went straight to work, in hopes of taking what she can, bring it to the chapel and donate it. If her husband questions it, she will say it was a donation to the church that clearly needed it. However, she will know the truth.

What was he going to do? Kill her?

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Geta stood by the window, with a wine glass in hand taking in some thoughts while admiring the stars.

What was he going to do with her?

What was she going to do to him?

He knew he should have sent someone to watch over her, but he needed a break from the siren. Geta knew that she was going to take some jewellery and send it off to her church, her people.

Honestly, he couldn’t care less. The jewellery in his room was very little worth to him. He keeps his valuables in a locked safe. The jewellery in that room would be a donation at the very least in the eyes of the emperor.  However, if he catches her touch anything of value, she is going to be punished. A discussion will be made between them in the morning.

He called for Carcalla’s attendance. But he was nowhere to be seen. He assumed to he having the audience of his concubines.  The last thing he would want to do is to walk in on that scene.

What was he going to do with her? Have a family and children of course when it came down to it. But how was he going to mold her into the woman he wants her to be? Not the thief that she is but someone that would do everything he dreams of and more?

She was perfect, but needed training as Geta saw of it.

He finished the glass of wine then felt someone’s presence in the room with him. He looked around and saw no one. He cleared his throat then let out a soft gasp after feeling a blade down his neck. He didn’t bother turning around, afraid of the consequences of doing so.

“You can take the jewels, mel.” He assumed it was his wife, but the sly chuckle that followed made him realise it wasn’t her. He didn’t budge.

“You really think your wife would do this? She already ran off with your jewels. She’ll be back in the morning though.”  Her voice was dark, mellow and sinister. He wanted to ask who they were and what they wanted.

Geta paused for a moment before he could talk, the blade dug into his skin. He let out a soft yelp.

“I am going to do the talking. I will keep it simple for you to understand. Don’t. Hurt. My niece! Her mother is already at her wits end with this grand scheme of yours. She doesn’t wish her daughter to get hurt you see and son of whore emperors like you seem to think you can meddle with us without consequences. This is your one and only warning Geta.”

Before he could respond, he felt her presence gone. He was freaked out, wondering who it was and why they came at this hour. Yet, he only looked at his glass.

Perhaps he gifted himself too much with the wine.

He smirked to himself and sighed. This sounds more like a discussion with the wife in the morning.

“Emperor your neck.” He heard Macrinus say.

Geta turned around and sighed at him. “I am fine, did you see anyone run off from this direction?”. He was looking around which had Macrinus concerned.

The advisor scrunched his brows “No, no I haven’t Emperor. Why should we send to search for them?”

Geta nodded as the advisor walked closer to him. “I would have thought you would spend the night with your wife, not out here.”

There was a pause as he looked down to his feet. “I did, she’s asleep now.” He knew that wasn’t the case, but he didn’t want anyone to know that he will need to punish her further for her crimes. He didn’t want the people of Rome to be angry.

Now he thought he pissed the gods off too.

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chapter xxxi

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it's best to keep it quiet | nami

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synopsis: Working while eveyone else sleep was common for you and Nami. But you would never grow tired of having to stop yourself for laughing so no one else would wake up.

warnings: pure fluff. fem!strawhat!reader.

Going Merry heading towards the Grand Line, the Coco Village left far behind, salty breeze against your face. Life felt just right. Maybe because it was just right.

Sanji creating new, different dishes. Usopp telling amazing stories during dinner. Zoro falling asleep in seconds after a hard day, barely touching his food. Luffy eating everything on his plate, then stealing whatever was left on Zoro's. The swordsman knowing exactly what he was doing, but never trying to stop him.

And Nami watching. Observing, assimilating everyone's happiness. Drinking on their laughter, consuming the glow on their eyes, feeling all those types of joys she denied herself for so long out of fear and duty for her people.

And you, watching her.

You're so grateful Nami accept help. That she asked for it, trusted her crew, allowed herself to be vulnerable. When Arlong fell down, you enjoyed every second. As he suffered, you didn't felt any guilty about watching him being tear apart.

Nami was fine, and she will forever be fine if it depends on you.

There is another reason why you are so happy that she's there with you. And maybe it has something to do with that fact that sometimes it feels like you both are the only functional adults on the ship.

"It is what you think?" Nami smiled. Lately she does this frequently. It never ceases to move you. "Well, I'm grateful it's just the two of us here."

You pulled your chair closer to the table, metal dancing between your fingers. While she worked on copying the map of the Grand Line, you focused on a new sort of bomb. "Why's that?"

The pencil in Nami's hand suddenly became heavier. She looked at you for a moment. Concentrating on putting the right amount of gunpowder into the metal container, you didn't even noticed. Nami went back to the map.

"I like being alone," her whisper travel through moonlight until your ears. "And I like being alone with you."

You could feel your belly getting warmer. "Me too," you whispered, just like her.

Nami was afraid of losing (or that someone would stole) the map, so she was very careful to transcribe everything correctly. She was concerned with the proportions, with the capes and bays, every tiny island. She worked with technique and precision, as if it were second nature to her.

You take precautions. Luffy isn't exactly the calmest person in the world, and fights seem to be drawn to the crew. You want to stop being caught off guard by these moments. Smoke bombs, paint that sticks to the eyes, cannonballs that are more effective than those bought in the villages.

With the right explosives, battles that would previously take all of the team's energy could be ended in minutes. Why make Zoro use all his swords if you can just blow everything up?

Even when everyone was long asleep, you both continued to work. And if it was on you both, sleep would only come after the work was done. But it wasn't.

It was the third time you tried to cover your yawning. You didn't want this moment to end, for you both to get separeted until the other day, but it was getting harder and harder at every second.

You were filling a tube with powder, and then it was falling on down your finger. You slept. For barely five seconds, but still.

"What if we finish everything tomorrow?" You rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands, trying to keep it clean of gunpowder. "It isn't thaaaat important."

Nami looked at you, her eyes also heavy. She sighed, and rubbed her thumb against your cheek. She cleaned the powder stain on you, and returned her focus to the sheets spread out on the table.

You had never felt so grateful that Nami didn't pay attention to you. Otherwise she would notice that your eyes widened and lips parted.

"Please?" You tried again. "Pretty please?"

This was something Nami needed to get right. She runaway with the map, and came back knowing that everyone was aware of how she would've ended their plans for her people. Nami wants to make up for her mistakes. To prove herself worthy of everyone's care.

"Coffee," was her answer. If it even can be considered one. "Let's make coffee and then we can come back to working."

You could've said no. Entered you room, locked the door and went to sleep. But you never would leave her alone. So, when Nami held your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen, you let her. You murmured and complained, but you let her anyway.

"Sanji told to not enter his kitchen without supervision," you cried out. "He has a sixth sense for this shit. Do you want him to wake up and start to yell at us?"

"He wouldn't yell at us," Nami rolled her eyes, opening the cabinets in search for something that would keep you both awake. "All you need to do is to look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and Sanji will forget about everything."

You bite back a smile. "You think my eyes are beautiful?"

"I'm supervising you," she ignored you. That made you smirk. "Now keep it quiet."

It was definitely the worst timing for you to bump into the metal pots. Your eyes were as wide as those fancy plates the blond bring with him, and you bite your lips as if it would stop the noise.

When you looked at Nami, you both burst into laughter.

You put your hands in front of her mouth. Everyone else was sleeping, you both couldn't just wake them up. Luffy is already a problem because is like he can smell when someone is looking for food, and you add noise to that?

"Shut up," you whispered. "They gonna hear us."

"You started this," Nami said with your hand still covering her mouth. She breathed in, controlling herself. "Coffee. Now."

"You're so... stubborn," you whispered. "And bossy."

Nami blinked her eyes at you, and you could see she was trying her best not to laugh at you. "Stubborn and bossy?" Her voiced betrayed her, the laughing scaping her throat. "That's the worst you can do?"

You bit your tongue, trying to keep it quite.

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Just wanna request a certain three-swords style swordsman for the fluff alphabet? ;w;

Zoro Fluff Alphabet

a/n: hello! Im doing very well thank you! I hope you are having a lovely lovely day. thank you for requesting <3 i hope you enjoy 🤩

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

zoro enjoys doing anything in your presence. working out together, drinking together etc. but, his favourite thing is napping together on the deck of the sunny. it’s simple but still allows him to be fully there with you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

something zoro really admires about you is your passion for the things and people you love. even more than that, he loves the way your eyes light up - shining like stars - when you talk about the things and people you’re passionate about. it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

although zoro can be a man of few words, he always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better. he’s not necessarily touchy-feely but he’ll take your hands in his, place a kiss to your forehead and listen/talk as much as you need.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

zoro would never say this aloud but he has woken up - more than once - since meeting you, having had a literal dream about the two of you many years in the future. things aren’t much different from how they are now, you’re living happily together doing what you both love, and having fulfilled your dreams.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

he’s definitely a more dominant personality, and that extends to your relationship as well. but, it’s not in a toxic way. it’s more in a he balances you out sort of way.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

very rarely do you and zoro fight. often it’s just light-hearted teases and jokes towards one another that are always followed by laughter or eye rolls.

however, if a serious argument with zoro was to arise he would give the both of you time to cool off afterwards. after that though, he spends the next few hours being around you constantly. he doesn’t do lots of physical affection, it’s more just being around you, spending time with you, and ensuring you’re okay and not still upset about the fight.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

for the longest time zoro couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was he was feeling. he saw all you were doing for him and all of a sudden he felt this warmth in his chest and a weight off his shoulders. once he realized it was gratitude he was feeling, he made sure he was showing you how grateful he was any chance he could.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

zoro doesn’t go out of his way to tell you things but he also doesn’t intentionally hide things from you. with zoro, you simply need to ask and he’ll tell you. he can sometimes use that as an excuse and it can lead to minor arguments: “why didn’t you tell me?” “well you didn’t ask!?”

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

you’ve helped each other grow and change for the better. his unwavering loyalty and support of you helped you to become more confident and sure of yourself. and you opened zoro’s mind to other possibilities. you helped him realize that he’s allowed to enjoy and love other things.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

very very rarely does zoro get jealous. he has no need to be. he knows you love him - it’s as simple as that. but… try to limit how much one-on-one time you spend with sanji otherwise zoro will start fights.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

your first kiss is also the first and only time you’ve ever seen zoro look so awkward. he actually doesn’t have much previous experience so he wasn’t really sure what to do which is why he never initiated anything. you were the one that had to make the first move and once you do zoro actually gets uncharacteristically flustered.

the first kiss may have been a little awkward and stiff, but zoro is a firm believer in practice makes perfect and it doesn’t take him long to learn what you like!

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

it’s was a complete accident. he didn’t even realize he had felt the way he did. but you were there laughing to yourself about something and he got so caught up in the moment that the words just slipped out. it caught himself off guard just as much as you.

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

marriage, zoro is open to. a wedding? not so much. the only part of a wedding that piques his interest is the drinking - so just promise him a small wedding with lots of booze.

but, in terms of actually getting proposed to and married, it’s not going to happen till much further down the line.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

he’ll call you babe, or moron (endearingly). zoro likes to keep it nice and simple.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

he tries not to be too obvious about his feelings but it’s easy to tell because his behaviour changes slightly. well, it only changes in the smallest of ways meaning you’re the only one that notices; he starts to be around you more than usual, really finding any and every opportunity to be near you.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

zoro is not a big PDA guy. the most ‘PDA’ he’ll do is holding hands with you, or napping next to you on the deck of the sunny. if your head is in his lap (he might even place a little kiss to the top of your head if he’s feeling risky).

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

zoro can open up every single jar in one go. you never have to worry about struggling to open a jar.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

if you’re ever expecting huge romantic gestures, think again. zoro’s not that sort of guy. instead, he’s romantic in his own way. he’ll open doors for you, carry your bags, give you advice. all those sorts of things. little romantic gestures that make your heart flutter.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

zoro would rather die than get in the way of someone else’s dream. there isn’t a doubt in his mind that you can achieve your goals. and while he’s there to help you if you need, he believes with every fiber of his being that you can do it all on your own.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

zoro is pretty content with the way things are. he likes to keep things simple because your lifestyle is pretty interesting enough as it is.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

to others, zoro seems like a big brute who says the first thing that’s on his mind. but, that’s actually not the case. zoro has this uncanny ability where he always knows what to say. he can get a good feel of the situation and immediately knows. oh, and he’s not the type to sugar coat things.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

at the beginning of your relationship zoro told you that nothing was going to get in the way of his dream of becoming the worlds greatest swordsman. he reminded you that it was the most important thing in his life, and you completely understood. however, over time things changed and he realized he couldn’t be the worlds greatest swordsman if he didn’t have you. that is how important you are to him.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

one time early into your relationship you made a comment about his bandana and how cool it was. days later he gifted you a matching one. he feels his heart grow three times when he sees you with it.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

just like he’s romantic in his own way, zoro is also affectionate in his own way. when in front of others it’s linking pinkies, head pats, shoulder bumps and lots of acts of service. but when you two are alone he’s a lot more open with his affection; you’ll find yourself receiving a lot of kisses.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

when you’re away zoro works out twice as much. he keeps himself occupied so he doesn’t focus on how much he misses you. he actually sleeps using your pillow when you’re away because it smells like you.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

zoro would kill for you. he’s the most loyal person you will ever meet. he would do anything and everything for your relationship.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Okay this is out of left field I know, but I thought up and love the idea of Mihawk also having a daughter in the Strays AU, but he’s actually a good, normal father and him and his daughter have a nice, perfectly healthy relationship.

Like Doll and Lizard are out here struggling with their shitty fathers and their damaged, if not outright awful relationships with them and Mihawk’s daughter is just watching like “damn that sucks sis…” while painting her dad’s nails (using black polish of course). Shanks is begging for his “secret” but doesn’t process it when Mihawk says that he and his daughter have mutual respect for each other and Mihawk obeys her boundaries and lets her have a room on the opposite side of his castle from his own room because she’s a young woman who needs privacy and space to grow and be herself.

But… I also do like the thought of her being like early 20’s and having a huge and painfully obvious crush on Zoro, which makes Zoro terrified every time he interacts with her because he’s scared Mihawk will show up and kill him if he seems too enthusiastic, or too uncaring. Little does he know that Mihawk doesn’t mind and is completely fine with his daughter having a relationship as long as it’s healthy and consensual on both sides. In fact, he’s quietly pleased with her choice because he respects Zoro as a swordsman and knows that he’s a good person who would protect his child.

Could be reader insert, or she could be an OC because I like the idea of her looking like Mihawk, especially if she has his eyes. And I think it’d be cool if her name was Mina, like Mina Harker from Dracula.

I actually do have a request for dad Mihawk, and like this it isn't yandere. I haven't started on it yet, but it is outlined.

I'll refer to this daughter as Mina in this to avoid confusion. Doll would have definitely met her a few times growing up. While her and Mina would be friends, Doll would struggle intensely with envy towards her. She gets to see what a healthy, normal father-daughter relationship looks like, and it feels like a knife in her gut to see that but not have it.

I've touched on Doll and Mihawk's relationship here, but in this scenario Mihawk would visit more frequently and feel more compelled to help her. He always brings Mina with him so Doll can be exposed to at least one other person her age, and he even tries to convince Shanks to allow him to bring Doll with him back to his home so she can have a sleepover with Mina. He had every intention of never giving her back, but unfortunately, Shanks wouldn't agree to it unless he came with them.

Mina would be extremely blunt like her father, and routinely calls out Shanks for being weird and stifling. He always laughs it off, which annoys her.

Once Doll is free from him and Shanks starts asking where he went wrong, they both lay into him. It's all in one ear and out the other because of how delusional he is, so they quickly change tactics and focus on helping Doll.

In the case of Mina being an adult and crushing on Zoro, I agree that Mihawk would be fine with it. However, I feel like Zoro is the most oblivious man on the planet when it comes to someone being interested in him, so he has no idea. He could walk into his room and find Mina lounged across his bed with rose petals everywhere and just be like 'damn I got lost again, sorry for intruding'. Mina has never been more frustrated in her life and complains to Perona about it.

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay so I have been…. Thinking big thinks about Agere!Buggy I can’t really put anywhere else so don’t mind me if I just drop this here. Tw for involuntary regression and Buggy having a not so fun time being little tough.

Personally I can really easily see as Buggy being someone who you… wouldn’t necessarily pick out as being regressed when it happens, partly because his upbringing was more unusual, living on a pirate ship and all, which means what he wants and needs tend to be different from people who grew up with a relatively normal childhood on an island or similar.

Buggy gets even more of a temper when he starts to regress, flips out more, seems to be ticked off at the smallest things, but not in his usually flamboyant, constant screaming manner, but more in a way that insinuates that he’s five minutes away from completly shutting down. When he finally retreats to a place where he’s alone he will most likely wreck parts of his room in anger and frustration, before breaking down quietly sobbing, because what Buggy longs for during those times aren’t toys or games specifically. When he feels small he longs for the feeling of someone playfully ruffling his hair and telling him „It’s gonna be fine kid.“ he longs for the times someone lifted him and Shanks on their shoulders while his family their crew was celebrating till deep into the night, he misses gruff men with calloused hands teaching him how to tie a decent knot. He misses a time before he had to grow up way, way quicker than even he would have thought, a time where Roger dying seemed like a nightmare you half remember the next day thinking to yourself how you could even come up with something like that. A time where Shanks would drive him to insanity but he also was certain he would sail him to the edge of the world. And no toys and no games will ever give that back to him.

Closing this angst fest out with saying that I actually do believe he could still gain some comfort from being little if the circumstances allow it. Both Mihawk and Crocodile fill in roles that in some ways would have fit in well with the Oro Jackson back in the day.

Crocodile is a big and intimidating man, not really cruel to him anymore but it would be a stretch to call him „nice“, yet little Buggy immediately feels relaxed in his presence, maybe even more so than big Buggy. He can count on Crocodile to protect him, even if he’s scolding the clown for being a pain in the ass, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone when he’s with Crocodile, strong, smart, wise Crocodile, who always seems to hug him just a bit closer when he feels small, even if he tries to play it off as casual pda towards his lover when they are in public.

The same goes for Mihawk, who’s imposing in a different way, but who has a natural knack at finding out what Buggy needs. Who can snark „Your bad mood is intolerable. You should lay down until you cooled off.“ and Buggy can whine and moan all he wants about that, his big side even haughtily proclaiming he doesn’t need to listen to Mihawk seriously assign him „Nap time“, but who more often than not find himself waking up next to Mihawk on their fancy couch, the swordsman reading a book next to him and seemingly paying no attention to him, but also Buggy doesn’t remember that he laid down with a blanket when he first slinked up next to Mihawk in the first place.

And if there was ever any room for a happy ending including Shanks, their crews would definetly see them emerge from the woods of an island they have just docked at, late in the evening. Both of their captains bantering and laughing, carrying a bucket of fish they just caught. They both look like messes, full of dirt and apperantly fruit juices, and Shanks just laughs when Yasopp asks what on earth they where doing. „We found some blackberry bushes and had a blackberry fight.“ neither of their crews fully get it but they do notice that their captains seem lighter after those days.

Jesus christ on a motorbike YES YESYES GIMME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS I will hoard them like a dragon I SwEaR!!!!!

Buggy would absolutely have really hyperspecific needs that he can't articulate or even fully grasp, big OR little.

Like.

The bit with Crocodile?? That makes him teeter more than most things. Big, Warm, Calloused Hands make him melt in every way imaginable but when Croc pats his head or gives him a squeeze, part of him just unfurls a teeny tiny little bit.

Mihawk just showing his care casually and quietly is always a good tale, especially with "assigning nap time" and the casual little blanket bit, just aaaaAAAA♡♡♡♡

And the TEMPER tes, Buggy has negative emotional regulation skills, but regressed?? That threshold just EVAPORATES. He'll slip sway, rage, and shatter alone because solitude is the safest thing to him. Maybe a few HIGHLY trusted people know, but... honestly, I think it'd be wild if Cabaji and Mohji knew, but once the Impel Down Thing happened and they went with Alvida as a captain, it fundamentally Altered Buggy's trust in them. Like. On the one hand, absolutely survival, he gets it, but on the other hand that's his crew, his people, and it stings ((and reminds him of another crew, one he trusted with his heart and soul and safety, who left him in pieces, bloodied and hunted because his father was killed and nobody was enough of an adult to help the literal children in their care)).

Also:

Buggy having weird little things he associates with childhood and the sensation there, it all being unusual to most is absolutely true 110%, no 1000000%. Learning knots just AAAAAAA Buggy regressing and his favorite toy being a rope kinda kills me /pos AND /neg.

Just. Imagine fir a minute all these small things culminating up until Crocodile and Mihawk get faced with smth mundane and typical like a stuffed animal or a certain toy, and Buggy just.... doesn't understand. He doesn't even recognize it. He's not entirely sure what the heck this thing is even meant for. Crocodile bought it, bc he's the type to spoil people, and Mihawk helped pick it out bc it was a generic thing, but there's zero recognition. And that hurts.

They knew Buggy's regression went hand in hand with the traumas and experiences he had, but this... it just slots all these pieces together in both men's heads that this honestly happened. Buggy was hurt as a child; an innocent child was stained in fear and blood and grief.

As for Shanks, I can see Buggy and him being aware of the stints where Buggy goes NUCLEAR even as a child, and them having a tentative system set up because they were Red and Blue, Shanks and Buggy, the literal embodiments of Ride Or Die. They are a package deal, Do Not Separate. So when it was just them after Roger disbanded the crew, they already had a solid basis. Roger helped somewhat, but nearing the end, he was sicker. They began pulling back, trying to let him rest as much as they could. So on their own, not much changed.

I'm also incredibly soft for the Shanks-And-Buggy-Never-Really-Separated concept ((#Thanks-Stereden)) so just. Them having frequent calls over Denden, safe and protected from prying ears, where Buggy was Big, Little, In Between and Shanks delighting in it all.

The day they all meet up, crews mingling, they go into the woods to look for a treasure maybe, and Buggy is always the safest with Shanks, can actually let loose a little more, can just BE. And one thing leads to another and they find the blackberries and Buggy drops because who else can he trust but his Red? His Red who is so very vulnerable, looking off to the treeline... they come back a mess, tired but happy, and Buggy's still not quite Big but not fully Small, but he's comfortable, he's happy, and he's very very excited to drag Red over to Hawky and Croccy because the got SO many fishes and berries and it isn't beri, but they're still good-!!

Ough I'm feral, shaking the bars of my cage THANK YOU ILYSM this ask made my dayyyyy ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 27 - 5.2k

Sanji reflects. Recovery is not always linear, but you’re there to help him, at least.

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Pell sits amongst pirates he views as his equals for the first time in at least thirty years, but he doesn’t recognize nearly any of the faces that have landed on Seal’s Drop’s shores. He has his back turned to them, and stares at the specific mound his daughter and her wife are buried, surrounded by their twin pups, and their eldest.

A cask sits beside him. This is not what he’d imagined breaking open the sealed barrel would feel like. When Pell had imagined it, he’d pictured Coth by his side, with Feann and her Pod on the other, celebrating whatever one of his grand pups would inevitably follow in his footsteps to become a pirate, and giving the lucky pup their first taste of true sake— to egg them on into landing in the New World, to Wano.

Instead, he breaks it open beside Edward Newgate silently, his former rival now watching him somberly. Marco perches on his shoulder.

“Can I help you, Ed?” Pell doesn’t even turn to look at him. They both smell of devil fruit, though Whitebeard’s is growing fainter with his age. 

“Pelleus…. You weren’t subtle, you know. With your display at Impel Down.” Whitebeard sits down with a little grunt, gently shooing the man on his shoulders away. “…. you were the first to break in, I hope you know.”

“… That won’t make me feel any better if that’s what you’re trying to do.” Pell pours the sake onto the grave. An offering, to make his daughter’s time in the afterlife a bit better. To hopefully help him forgive himself for being useless to protect her against a monster.

Whitebeard only sighs and sits quietly beside the selkie for as long as he will let him. 

They sit there until it turns to night, and Pell allows himself to be guided to the Moby Dick .

For the first time since your escape from Arlong Park, you finish a full plate of food all on your own. You’d managed to finish a full plate of food without getting sick from overeating. And gods, you’d looked so proud of yourself when Luffy pointed it out, at first more upset that he didn’t get to eat your leftovers, before screeching that you didn’t have any leftovers. 

“Ott! You did it!” Luffy’s arms stretch over to touch your face, his hands pressed against your cheeks when he accidentally causes himself to rocket over the table and crash into you. Before this, you’d have been sent into a bit of a spiral from Luffy’s touchiness, not yet used to a friendly touch, but now you’re trying to peel him off of you while the rest of the crew jumps into action to clean up the mess Luffy’s made. You just cringe, so incredibly used to your captain’s lack of a personal bubble, or understanding of anyone else's. Chopper is still adjusting and is trying to hide behind Sanji’s legs.

“Touching–” 

“Oh, sorry.” Luffy’s hands slap back to where they’re meant to be, though still laying on top of you with a silly grin on his face, while Zoro just lays next to you on the ground, covered in beer, staring up at the ceiling until you make another warning warble that eventually stirs him to pick up Luffy under his shoulders. Your captain takes no notice and chatters the entire time when you sit on the floor with Nami patting your head sympathetically.

“You smell like beer, Zoro!”

“I wonder why,” Zoro looks at Luffy, who has gone onto a completely new topic as you slowly process that you’ve eaten a full plate of food. The swordsman just gently pats you on the back and offers a little nod for praise. 

You’re gaining weight back–  it has been nearly four months now, after all. But then again, you’ve had ups and downs in your recovery. Right now you’re doing good, it’s been more consistently ups than downs. Sure, there are times when you stumble a bit. The crew gets frustrated with something unrelated to you and forgets to watch their tone or words as you’re on the deck beside them, though this was discovered one screaming match between Zoro and Sanji too late. It had taken two and a half hours for Sanji to find you, and when he did, he found you crammed between two barrels of fresh water, shaking and keeping your eyes on the ground. That had been a hard stumble and one that had taken a few days for you to recover from. 

“You did it,” Sanji helps you up from the floor with a wide smile, and you slowly return it, hugging him close, your face in his chest while you inhale his scent, “Oh, good job, good job, you did so well, ”

You have a pod who loves you dearly. A man courting you who worships the very ground you walk upon. You have never felt so close to the water as you do now, able to dive under the slip to perform routine checks on the keel and hull as a whole whenever you want. You can hunt for whatever fish are around you, dive as deep as you want, and never fear the repercussions of being gone for too long. 

“You in there honey?” Sanji gently taps your cheek, teasing you as you pull yourself from your mind, smiling as you look up at him. “Hi.”

He laughs when you press your nose against his, rumbling from deep within your chest as you hug him closer to you with your arms looped around his waist, eyes closed in bliss as he steadies the two of you. “Someone’s happy…” Sanji rubs your cheek gently, watching your blissed-out expression.

“I ate a whole plate,” you murmur back, opening your eyes again, and looking up at him. “Full, normal portions.”

“Mhm.”

“And I gained… fifteen pounds back.”

Sanji gently squeezes your tummy, and you squeak before breaking into a fit of laughter as he tickles your sides, the two of you rolling on the couch in the galley. 

“ And you’re looking radiant and doing a great job as our bosun,” Sanji coos to you, pressing dozens of kisses against your cheeks and nose as his eyelashes brush against your face. You shudder, and let him continue to make your brain fog with all of his praise. Gods, do you adore this man.  

You settle into his arms a bit, not quite pinned under him. That would have implied you were trapped. Sanji was more so a weighted blanket than an effective trap. He just clings to you, whining whenever you have to move to get up and do chores. But not now, when it’s the end of the day and all of your chores are complete. It’s time to relax and get ready to do it all again until you land in Alabasta and come up with some plan to liberate the country. 

It’s peaceful. The calm before the storm. Selfishly, you want it to stay that way forever. Where you could lay in the galley after dinner and watch the light fade through the windows. No threats or danger, just sailing on the Going Merry until you find what you’re looking for. You think you deserve to have such wishes, so long as you never act upon them. You’re allowed to have these selfish thoughts, so long as you don’t act on them. 

But, these thoughts must end, as you trudge down to the storage room to do a final check for the night, just to be sure there are enough dry goods for the final leg of the journey to Alabasta. Everything is fine– until you check the fruit, and scream. 

There, amidst the limes, is a glowing, lime-shaped fruit. It’s golden, and you drop your journal as Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp come sprinting. Zoro doesn’t see what’s wrong at first until he looks down at the little fruit. You’re too busy shaking as you look at it, your pointed ears flattened to your head while you warble. You look utterly terrified, as Zoro picks up the fruit. It’s got zig-zag-like patterns on it, and your friend looks at you skeptically.

“This… is just a Devil Fruit,” Zoro holds it out to you, and you shriek. 

“It’s a cursed fruit, ” you hiss, and hide behind Sanji, who looks equally as confused as to why you’re hiding behind him. “Those are bad news— toss it to the sea!”

“Hold on— we can sell that—” Usopp reasons, and you look even more miserable, glowering at him from your spot behind Sanji. “....or we can toss it to the sea, yeah, sure,”

“...Beloved,” Sanji starts carefully, craning his neck so he can look at you, “Luffy ate a devil fruit… so surely not all of them are cursed?”

You snort at this, and Sanji yelps when he feels you chomp down on his shoulder, grumbling and warbling as you eye Zoro warily. After a minute you stop biting him, though Sanji’s shoulder throbs, and whatever emotions come through the bond are muddled. 

“Luffy is a special case.”

“H-how…?” Sanji rubs at his shoulder, wincing still. 

“He fought Arlong, so he gets a pass,” You sniff, and appeasingly kiss where you had bit Sanji’s shoulder. The man just sighs and gently rubs your head. “...sorry I bit you. I panicked.”

Usopp snorts at that and takes the devil fruit from Zoro, at which you flinch as the sniper starts to study it, pulling his goggles down. You look at him over Sanji’s shoulder, while the cook and Zoro lean over to watch Usopp as well. The sniper has a small frown on his face, with his nimble fingers turning it around in his hands. He frowns. 

“... looks like that’s a…. Huh, Wave-Wave fruit,” Usopp pulls his goggles back on his forehead, and turns the fruit over again. “We’ll check the encyclopedia, just to be certain— we’ll sell it when we get to shore. Solves the money problem.”

You cringe as he tosses the fruit in the air, shrinking back behind Sanji. To his credit, despite being bitten, he rubs your head softly. Nami pokes her head into the room, with Vivi and Luffy chattering behind her. Her eyes light up when she sees the fruit in Usopp’s hand, and you swear you can hear her going through the money she can make off of it before you make a low rumbling noise to make your displeasure known. 

“We’ll be able to afford some more… extensive repairs, and won’t need to worry about anything else,” you shudder as you take the fruit from Usopp’s hands, and physically stop yourself from gagging as you hold it, making your way out of the storage room. You drop it on the kitchen counter, looking at it loathingly. Sanji followed you into the kitchen, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glared at the fruit. 

“What’s the issue with the fruit?” 

“They’re poison. Anything that could sever our connection to our Mother…” you trail off, shuddering at the thought of being unable to swim anymore. “...when the world was young, the Sea Mother was wed to the Sea Devil. Their first children were the first of the selkenfolk, or so it goes. Each child was the first of that specific lineage, and so on, and so forth. They were closer to their mother, which angered the Sea Devil. In a fit of rage, he made it so that selkenfolk couldn’t eat any of the fruit he had planted in the world…” 

You look at the little fruit quietly, shaking your head. “...that’s what we’re taught. Some selkies’ve tried to eat devil fruits,” a shudder runs down your spine, and a low warble pulls from your throat, “...they’ve never lived more than a week. They always go mad.”

“... can, hybrids… eat? Devil fruit?”

“Maybe. It depends on all the genetics.” You shrug helplessly, as Sanji takes the fruit from the counter, examining it, before putting it back. “... don’t tell me you’re going to eat it, we don’t even know for certain what it is,”

“No, I enjoy swimming too much,” Sanji admits, and laughs, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “How will I be able to enjoy the All-Blue if I can’t swim in it,” 

This… makes sense. Sanji plans things, immaculately. The kitchen is beautifully organized for anyone who could stumble into it could make a cup of tea and a sandwich on the rare occasion he wasn’t already preparing something. So it doesn’t shock you that he’s weighed the pros and cons of gaining miraculous powers and how it may aid his overall goal. Guiltily, you watch how he winces a bit when trying to rotate one of his shoulders, and warble, pressing a kiss to where you had previously bit him. 

He just chuckles, ruffles your hair, and that’s the end of it.

“Why couldn’t you do this simple task?!” Judge bellows, towering above Sanji. He is just seven in this dream, with thin wrists and easily bruised knees from how much he was physically pushed to achieve. Academically, he was a bit smarter– but still nothing in the eyes of his father. “Kill it!”

The poor little rat trembles from where Judge had kept it, its paws already stuck in the glue trap. Beady black eyes look up at Sanji, and the blond fur makes him shudder. It’s the same color as his mother’s hair, as his own. There’s terror in the little creature’s eyes, and Sanji hates how his father is holding it. Maybe if he could get it away, he could use some soap to help get its paws out of the trap—

Judge crushes the rat under his boot the moment he sees Sanji trying to think his way out of this situation. He watches the boy scream, how his eyes widen, highlighting yet another imperfection in what was meant to be his ultimate weapon. Sanji tries to pull Judge’s boot off the rat, sobbing and begging his father, who remains motionless. Sanji could only see his mother, sweet, kind, Sora, with the same pretty blond hair the rat had, the same hair that Sanji had inherited. The same hair that was now buried in the ancestral crypt, was the only time a member of the Germa royal bloodline was allowed to return to their abandoned homeland, in death. How tragically poetic.

“It was a pest Sanji,” Judge growls, and his sobs grow louder. “Royalty does not serve the pests, we thrive to spite them, to crush them under our heels for their impudence,”

His breath is stolen from his lungs with a harsh kick, sending him skittering across the brick floor. There is blood on his shirt, sticky and warm from the rat. That was when he’d had his first panic attack, crying on the floor of his too-big bedroom over a rat as his father left him there. 

Sanji opens his eyes again to see the crushed rat. And hundreds of others, all killed at the hands of his siblings and father to try and teach him their cruel, cruel lessons. The stone brick under him is rougher than he remembers, and it’s so, so much warmer too. He casts a glance up only to realize he’s back on that damned rock, Zeff beside him, except this time, the old man has cracked his ribs open to feed Sanji his very heart.

But before he can do anything to react, the rats swarm around him. They knock him to the ground, his knees hitting the rough stone. He screams, begging, pleading with the creatures he’d tried so desperately to save to please, leave Zeff alone, leave some piece of him for Sanji to bury so he can at least rest. The noise makes him nauseous, and when he feels something tighten around his face, and hears the clicking noises near the back of his head, he opens his mouth to scream—

And slams his head into the ceiling, instantly cutting off his scream. Zoro grunts in his sleep. Luffy just snores louder. The giggling from the floor below stops for a second and starts again as Vivi, Usopp, and Nami start talking about gods know-what again. You snap awake instantly, a terrifying growl in the back of your throat as you slam him into the bottom of the hammock. Your eyes reflect in the dim light for a second as you press yourself over him protectively. He’s never heard that growl from you before. Your more seal-like noises have always been playful, but now it’s primal and terrifying. You’re more animalistic at this moment, looking around the room with a dangerous glint in your eyes he’s only ever seen once before when you were certain Arlong was chasing you through Whiskey Peak. 

Zoro grunts again, and your growls subside, sniffing the air, before glancing down at him. You nudge him with your nose, rumbling gently as you look down at him. Your eyes still reflect a bit, piercing his very soul as he looks up at you. Your hair makes a partial curtain around the two of you as you lean over him. 

“Sanji? Are you okay?” 

But he can’t answer, muffling his sobs as he presses his hands over his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone else. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as he forcibly tried to quell his panic in a way that he’s long since learned is unhealthy, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped doing it. It’s bad enough he’s woken you up, being the burden that he is. Sanji feels something against his face and opens his eyes just enough to see you nudging at his hands with your nose, a soft, comforting rumble making him crumble. His mind itches with the gentle rhythms and notes that spell out concern, nightmare, and dearest that finally break the barrier of his muffled sobs to pull you tightly into his arms.

If Sanji wasn’t so lost in his own mind, the little huff you’d made after he did that would have been humorous, along with the little pats along his shoulders to try and calm him down. The 180 of how competent you can be with social interactions is endearing to him, and he manages to stop crying enough to laugh when you start to pat on his cheeks softly, rumbling the entire time. Perhaps it’s the differences in Selkenfolk and Human communication, but it’s certainly something that keeps him on his toes with you. 

“How about I make tea?” You mumble, looking at him, eyes still reflecting in the dim light. “… and you don’t burn yourself on it this time.”

Watching you work in the kitchen is oddly soothing to Sanji. You’ve gotten back to a point where you’re able to control the water around you like little arms, measuring out the seeds and spices you need. You even trill and rumble a bit, all of those little noises that had once been forced out of you now falling from your mouth without so much as a second thought. 

However, you side-eye him from the stove when he tries to light up a cigarette, a little tendril of water holding the pack out of reach while he looks at you miserably.

“Not fair,” Sanji weakly reaches for them, and you huff, placing the pack on top of the cabinets, soon followed by his lighter, leaving Sanji with a soaked cigarette hanging from his lips rather uselessly. 

“You shouldn’t smoke inside. The smell lingers. And Nami won’t say anything but it gives her headaches.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, it’s why her mom had to switch to herbal ones when she was little.” One of your ears twitch. “…doesn’t it mess up tasting things?”

“You sound like the old man right now,” Sanji groans, slumping forward to lay his forehead against the island counter. “….I wanted to impress him, so about a year and a half of him taking me in I started. I wanted him to think I was grown.” 

“Then why’ve you kept it up to this point?” You put everything in the newly purchased kettle, a result of a run-in with another group heading for Alabasta. 

“…became addicted,” Sanji shrugs and lets the wet cigarette fall onto the counter. Some of the tobacco falls out along with it. “Y’know it’s bad for me to quit cold turkey, right?” “I know.” One of your ears twitch, as you focus on the kettle. The open flame under the burner flickers a bit. You don’t look at him though, cleaning up the little mess you’ve made with the mortar and pestle. “Next stop. I’ll get you the same brand my sister used to smoke… they were herbal. With a bit of blue lotus in them. If that’d help.”

He manages to snicker a bit, resting his chin on his hand as you gently scrub the mortar and pestle. “You’re trying to drug me now?”

“.... it’s a drug?” You turn this time, looking genuinely confused. “It had the same effect as tobacco on selkies…” and then it dawns on you, your embarrassment and realization making him feel giggly and jittery through the bond, “Oh. You’re not a selkie.”

“Did you forget that?”

“Sometimes I do.” You shrug, leaning back on the counter. “...you, Luffy… everyone just…adapts well to me. Like you understand me.”

“I understand you sometimes. I want to know more, speak your language.”

“It’s the same language… I don’t even know if you’d be able to hear it the same way. My ears are different,” You twitch them to emphasize that, “I mean, you can hear… whale calls, and stuff, but it’s more than that.”

Sanji attempts to rumble as you’ve shown him, and though it still sounds mangled your heart flutters. He’s trying for you. 

“... did I say that right?”

“You got the point across,” You laugh, smiling widely as the kettle starts to whine. You let it go for a few seconds until it turns into a proper whistle, wanting the tea to be at its best. Sanji lets you pour it and then watches as you very carefully put your hands over the two mugs until the steam isn’t as heavy. You’ve… cooled them down, using your abilities, showing him just how much control you’ve gained over it the past four months. When he takes a sip, it’s at the perfect temperature for drinking. He feels downright giddy over that– that you’ve made such a sharp improvement so quickly. 

The silence is comforting. The two of you go to sit in the crow's nest, and even if Sanji is a bit annoyed that no one was on a real watch of the ship, he’s happy you’re next to him. You point out the constellations to him, and then, hold up your hand, lining it up with one of the brightest stars, and then helping him to do it.

“… That’s how the Sea Devil found his wife, the Sea Mother,” you whisper, as Sanji finally seems to understand how you’re telling the distance of the sea around you. “He followed the stars, mapping them with his hands, and weaving a map of shells and palm fronds.”

You lean against the mast, taking a sip of the tea. “Their first children were the first Selkenfolk, a litter of dozens if not hundreds. But they loved them all the same.”

“You said that earlier,” Sanji laughs, looking at you as you stare into the cup. “That poor mother.”

“…I gave a rushed version of the story.” You whisper. “The Sea Devil… he loved his children. Every single one he helped to name and cradled after they were born. But they were godly. Divine. Their childhoods were over in the span of a week, and he mourned the fact that he did not get to spend as much time with them as he had wanted to. So he devised a plan to keep them young for another year— so that he could cherish their youth and watch them grow again. So he decided to grow fruits that could do just that.”

“…the Devil Fruit, I’m assuming?”

“I’m getting to that part,” you playfully punch him in the side, laughing a bit. “The children misunderstood, of course, and begged the Sea Mother to stop him. And being the doting mother that she was, she was willing to. So, when the Sea Devil laid down for a nap after all of his work in the garden, she made the ground shake and made frost go deeper than it ever had to kill the seeds. Thunder, rain— everything.”

You shake your head with a little huff, annoyed.

“But what she had done was make the fruits unstable, and not what the Sea Devil had wanted them to be. They had been controlled before, but now every seed was corrupted, and completely different from the other. Not one was the same. He was devastated, obviously, and told her what his plan had been— to simply spend more time with their children. Realizing her fault, she wept and told her husband what she had done, and he grew upset that the children, in his anger-clouded vision, had wanted to leave them so quickly, that he declared that they would never be able to eat the food that he or their mother had grown, making all Selkenfolk grow sick and eventually die if they were to eat a Devil Fruit.” You finish the story and take a long drink from your mug. “And that’s the story my Gran and Baba used to convince me to never doubt my moms.”

Sanji lets out a low, impressed whistle. “…and that’s why you’re so freaked out by Devil Fruit? They’re… good intentions spoiled by a lack of communication from parent to child?” He rests his hands behind his head, his nightmares far from his mind now. “Wow. Divine family needs some serious therapy sessions.

You gently box one of his ears, trying to look annoyed and utterly failing to. “There weren’t therapists back then! They were the first beings to— be !”

“Uh-huh. And Zeff is definitely old enough to have probably known them personally.”

You both dissolve into a fit of laughter, loosely holding onto each other under the stars. Sanji puts his focus back on the sky, and then on the grain of the wood in the railing. 

“… What devil fruit would you eat?”

“I… wouldn’t?” You splutter, confused. “Didn’t we just cover this— I’d die, Sanji.”

“But if you could ?”

“… still wouldn’t,” you shrug and lean on him. “I like swimming. I like the ocean. Even if I was human, I’d rather not eat one.”

You then look at him, narrowing your eyes. “…you have an answer already, don’t you?”

“I mean— who doesn’t?” Sanji laughs nervously. “Clear-clear fruit. Easy.”

“…that was quick. You’ve thought about it.”

“I mean, yeah, ” Sanji looks down at you, smiling softly. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot. To pass the time.”

“Wanna tell me why that fruit?”

“It makes you invisible,” his voice sounds oddly delicate as he speaks. “Just. At your will, able to sneak around without any worries. It’s tactical.”

“… would you sneak into changing rooms and watch people?”

“Wha— no— why would you — I would not do that, Ott, ” His voice nearly cracks from how you’ve startled him with that. “E-even if it was a very attractive person I would not do that. I am a gentleman —“

“That’s the only tactical thing I can think of,” you tease, squeezing his pink cheeks, and laughing at the blush. “Stealth isn’t really a thing with our crew, so as a victim of gross perverted stuff—”

“Oh my God, Ott— “

“— I mean why not , you could get so much blackmail ,”

“…did you just refer to your own trauma as blackmail material?”

“It’s my trauma, I can do what I want with it. Not gonna do much else for me.”

“….seas help me, you’re a menace—“

“— Don’t you wanna know if Luffy has crazy stretch marks? What about if Zoro has a tattoo? Oh, Sanji I bet it's a really stupid stick and poke! All uneven too, now I have to know if he has one—”

“That’s— if this was coming from literally any other member of this crew I’d be concerned—“

“But what else could it be used for, I’m just sayin’—“

“Hiding. From my family.”

The words tumble out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them, a terrified confession from his very soul. You’re frozen with your mouth in an ‘o’. And then you pull him into a deep hug. Before Sanji can even protest, you're suddenly much larger than him, in your Selken form, curled around him protectively. The bond buzzes at the very bottom of his skull, making him let out a soft groan while you flood his thoughts and forcefully push the nightmare from his mind, replacing it with rumbles of affection and love.

Good. Kind. Loved.

Your arms are tight around his shoulders. Part of your long tail wraps around him. Your nose is pressed into his hair. And Sanji has never felt so safe. It’s different from his Mother’s aura of calmness, and Zeff’s presence after nightmares. It’s you, the sea breeze, and the ship gently swaying.

“I don’t know what they did,” you keep your eyes on the stars and feel Sanji hold you a bit tighter. “…but I know you’re wonderful. That you go out of your way to cook and make sure everyone has food in their belly and that they aren’t sick. You care about this crew, and don’t ask for anything in return.”

If you can feel the tears on your skin, you don’t mention it. 

“… You’re wonderful. And you can tell me when you’re ready to. But if they make you think you’re not worthy of good things, and having a loving pod, then they’re dead wrong.”

The crew finds the two of you curled up like that in the morning, the tea long since gone cold. Zoro’s the one to find you, seeing your tailfins hanging over the edge of the crow's nest. Sanji groans and tries to fall back asleep, regardless of Luffy poking the side of his head and asking him to cook something, before turning his onslaught onto you.

“C’mon, Ott, can’t you catch me something?” Luffy stretches just enough to drape himself over the both of you, effectively shoving his chest into Sanji’s face.

“It’s too warm here, I’ll be too sluggish to swim fast enough to catch anything,” You stretch a bit, slowly materializing your legs back, causing Luffy to let out a loud whine, dramatically slumping over the railing. 

“C’mon, we’ll catch some fish,” Zoro puts Luffy over his shoulder and carefully makes his way down the rope ladder. Sanji cleans the two mugs used the night before, and prepares a breakfast of grits and dried meat. Just as you’re about to check the ship for damages, starting near the figurehead, you hear a scream from Nami and look over the railing onto the main deck to find that Luffy has pulled a rather oddly dressed man from the sea.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Hi I’m back! With more ideas! Also did you like my art? I really liked how it came out in the end. Also Thank you for replying to my asks and for continuing to create this au Finals is destroying my will to live and this is a bright light in the tunnels of all my citing.

Anyways on to throwing up my internal probably not coherent brain sludge that are my thoughts!

I’ve been thinking about what Mihawk and Shanks are going to be like after being traumatized and what they are going to do after. And how it’s going to be an absolute nightmare.

The more I ponder these changes the more I think about the differences we might see in Shanks and Mihawk in this AU compared to the canon counterpart, the more I think that the Loguetown boys will have this franticness about them, this wounded creature under their skin and in the corner of their eyes. Like they're calm, and civil but also two seconds away from bolting or ripping your throat out.

The canon counterparts have had the time and freedom and luxury to grow and gain and sense of stability in their positions-they've both built themselves up—Yonko, Warlord, World's Greatest Swordsman, and the only emperor to use only Haki. Politically, both are untouchable, and even if not, they have the ability to forgo that political safety and still be okay. They have the assurance of that power, the knowledge of their strength, and years of enemies and battles to prove it. They have nothing to prove, no need for more power; they are the pinnacle to strive for in their world, and they know it. They have nothing to fear, and they know that as well.

These two, on the other hand, are probably going to be afraid of everything forever. The world was knocked out from under their feet at a young age, and people took their power from them, holding it over their heads and laughing at their pitiful attempts at fighting back. They are irrevocably scarred, physically and mentally. No matter how powerful they get, no matter how powerful their enemies are, they will never believe themselves safe, will never believe they can't be trapped or hurt or lose or be used. For good or for ill, they are going to be the underdog in their heads no matter what. And that can make them sometimes irrational and paranoid, not thinking things through in the moment. Not that it will make them stupid, but it will make them slow to trust, slower to understand, and slower to put down roots.

I believe entirely that trauma doesn't make a person; it just breaks a person. I mean, look at canon Shanks after his dad was murdered in front of him, and his best friend and crew left him to fight for himself. He became an alcoholic but was probably lucky enough to have people who later could pulled him from the worst of that—he had time to grieve, grow, and learn, and the freedom to allow himself to be content and comfortable with himself, with opening up to other’s, with his relationships and with his power.

With the trauma these two kids are going to go through, I don't see them coming out of it anything but worse. They both didn't have the luxury of time or freedom or people around them that cared enough to allow them to process it. They had no coping mechanisms, no internal hopes aside from ambition (on Mihawk's part), and a memory of a family gone (Shanks) to pull strength from. All they had is each other, and even that's messed up because the others had time to develop their relationship, to reveal vulnerabilities and fears, and the small, intimate human things that make loving someone worth it.

The boys got all of that all at once but forced, no control, no consent, all of their vulnerabilities and humanities on full display and no time to process, to develop, to have space to create an identity for themselves. They will forever be Mihawk and Shanks. Never alone, never without the other. And even when they get out, with all that horrible in their veins, they won't be able to leave each other to find or develop past that. And that's really, really sad. Because as someone who has gone through the hard process of healing or getting better surrounded by people who are also trying to heal, you need that distance. Or you will end up hurting each other, and that pain can lead to resentment.

The worst part is they are both forever going to be a trigger for each other's trauma, but they can't leave each other because if they do, there's no coming back from that. Where could they go anyway to heal, huh? The government's probably still after them; they probably don't trust anyone, and they are both so entwined with each other. Separating would probably kill them. It's going to be so messy. And when I said I believed they'd probably both be more than happy to crawl into each other's skin and live there, I meant it.

Anyways, this is making me sad. And I still want to write that AU where canon meets these boys, just for the mental image of Shanks and Mihawk—these two larger-than-life beings, these big lazy cats like a lion and a tiger, sitting close but not touching their food forgotten as they watch these two vibrating, traumatized, probably-used-to-be circus animals sit next to them practically crawling into each other’s laps. Devouring food somehow both delicately and exactly like a D. And while both parties are going, "Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with you! For entirely different reasons.

I love your art! If you ever decide to make more in the future I'll find some way to give you a million dollars. I'm really invested in this AU, thanks to everyone who also took interest in it and of course, you. I'm glad it's helping you through finals, lol. Hmm, these are all such good thoughts. I love every point you bring up. "the Loguetown boys will have this franticness about them, this wounded creature under their skin and in the corner of their eyes. Like they're calm, and civil but also two seconds away from bolting or ripping your throat out." A pair of wounded, cornered young animals. Because as far as the Marines were concerned, that's what they were, and that's what they nearly turned them into. Loguetown Mihawk and Shanks are going to obtain the power/status of their canon selves because of their desire to never be hurt again, rather than obtaining it by-and-by through the years. Instead of the their reputations forming around them, they are going to make their reputations with their own hands. They'll seek out power. And use it as a shield. When they finally get out, they're going to walk out of the metaphorical arena hand in hand, broken, and ready to die rather than go back. They have everything to prove, and nothing to lose. They have to prove that they are not animals, that they are not broken, (or that they are capable of putting themselves back together) that they are strong, that they can be strong again, that there is revenge to be had, and that they can take it. One of the driving forces is revenge. In Marine custody, they weren't able to protect each other. But they were able to swear vengeance in each other's names, and that keeps them going during a period of recovery that would otherwise have seen them dead. As you mentioned before, Mihawk holding Shanks and thinking he can't die, he has to live for him, to be his protector by his side. Shanks sitting by Mihawk in the cold Marine cells, watching him sleep, the only bit of peace they have, and knowing he has to live. If only because of everything Mihawk did to protect him. That they won't trust anyone is so true, but they will do so eventually, and it will only be the ones who suffered along with them under the Marines. AHHH, that gets overlooked so often! Shanks' drinking habits are huge point of fun, but if you really look at it. Yeah. He's an alcoholic. Our Shanks is going to turn to alcohol too, if more reservedly. Canon Shanks had his crew, he became a captain two years after Roger's death. That two years will be spent in Marine custody for Loguetown Shanks, and even though he finds the people who will become the red-haired pirates, they are in no position to support him as they did in canon. The plan behind the Loguetown AU is to make a dark mirror of everything that happens in canon, with Mihawk/Shanks as the focal point. needs pt. 2 again

[trollamulet]

legend of zelda au - extended information

as a general rule of thumb, jim is a knight that ends up under a curse, and depending on the secondary ‘world’ of the time the thread takes place in, he’s either a demon by night, or while he’s in that world.  he can be defined as either a monster or ‘some kind of goron’ due to being rocky.  over time, he tends to start blurring the line between forms, as they are both him, one and the same, and has more control of the fluidity of transformation - world allowing.

sealing war / pre-skyward sword - #we'll sing a song of days gone by

a demon on the surface of hylia's precious lands - jiki is one of the few that revolted against demise and is in hiding. he lives outside of the faron region, bordering on the ancient lanaryu region. relatively human-shaped, jiki bears three fingers and a thumb on each hand, nails like dark claws and darkening from knuckle down in a gradient.

he's happy to talk about the past - about the war, however certain topics make him uncomfortable. those that were important in the army make him skittish - after all he was one of the few that rebelled, seeing the value in human life. he wants peace and somewhere to have a quiet life without worrying about the king.

little does he know, a curse was placed on him personally, bound to reincarnate to the same cycle as the mortals he loves, and upon his death, he is fated to continue to reincarnate as a mortal that will eventually find themselves in a cursed form, one of living stone. he doesn't know that this happens when he dies.

if encountered, jiki has a trinket lost in the lanaryu region, and as it becomes a desert, it's buried under sand on the docks before the lanayru sea. it's a strange watch-looking amulet, and upon the return to jiki, the demon gives five gratitude crystals.

skyward sword - #ear to the memory of a golden age

a student of the knight academy, in the same class as most of the other kids. acquaintances with link and zelda, as it's a small town. he and his mom live on another sky island nearby, but travel to skyloft for his classes daily. life is peaceful, until zelda is pulled from the sky. jim pays no mind to link leaving, until he himself feels a compulsion to follow him down.

and he does, finding his way through faron untill he stumbles an old cottage, rundown and somehow standing - covered in moss. it's familiar, impossibly so. opening it up, he finds the interior is still.. alright? he can't find his way back to the surface before night, and he spends the night there. it's the first night he changes - no pain, a foot taller with horns and fangs. it spooks him.

ocarina of time - #have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon

wip

twilight princess - #lift up the evening ; just for a while

a resident of kakariko village that has since moved to castle town to seek out an apprenticeship with the knights of the castle. after learning more about corruption within the knights, he ends up joining telma’s band, frequenting her bar. 

he’s rather ordinary - just a swordsman who likes cooking and talks to telma about food there. that is, until zant takes over and twilight covers hyrule. he watches in horror as he transforms into a monster with skin as hard and unforgiving stone. 

once the twilight is clear from the region, jim still changes at twilight, and back to human at dawn - eventually getting used to it, but the condition never goes away, and he fears someone finding out about the dual life and hating him, or worse.

breath of the wild & tears of the kingdom - #and what if they should falter

jim strangely finds acceptance among others in a world full of oddities. malice corrupts the landscape, yet a young man who shifts between human and inhuman like day does with night is a little concern when the moon can grow red and revive the dead beasts.  he doesn’t know what caused the change - it has happened since he was ten, but he would like a way to stop changing forms, or at least as frequently. he has no control over when he changes, and it’s painful and sore for him. he’s often found during the morning and evening after he changes on death mountain in the pools, soaking away the pain.  he sides with link, and will hand over crafting materials he’s found on his travels, ranging from gems to various bugs. he’ll trade for rarer objects he’s found, such as weapons and star fragments.  he has a personal sword that he uses the most - a one-handed weapon named daylight.  in areas of darkness, jim has a habit of transforming anyway. his other body has a better night vision, as well as a general sturdiness against unpredictable threats, as well as the fact malice tends to affect that in the dark a little more. 

hyrule warriors - #so hold on ; or we'll all fall down

pulled from the era of twilight, jim stumbles across the army while they fight with the twilight realm and cia’s fight. he’s pulled into the battle when all he wanted to do was have a small break from the mystery occurrences being unraveled in the era. ultimately, he returns home with agitha and midna. 

[amorelray]

#1. Sword Art Online⚔

❗WARNING - DARK THEMES❗

I have words upon words upon words upon words that I could say about this show, but I will try my best to keep it fairly concise.✍🏻

The biggest reason that I've been attached to this show is because of the main character, Kirito. In the beginning of this show, he's young and lost. He reminded me quite a bit of myself & who I was growing up. I will be sharing ❗spoilers❗ from here on out. So, if you'd like to watch the show (& haven't yet) - all I'm going to say is that it's worth it.

Starting with his survivor's guilt that he has over his fallen guild, I too have held myself responsible for things that I thought, "if I had just shared this info," or "told them that one thing," I could have changed fate. I've held responsibility in my hands over things not quite as heavy as watching a group of friends die, but on things that weighed on my heart too. Just like Kirito, I find myself taking the blame and burden for things around me - even when it's outside of my control. He had no idea that his guildmate would fall for the trap and he desperately tried to stop them before it happened; he also fought tooth and nail just to make it out of there alive. He was 14 at the time; he did what he could, but he blamed himself anyways...and honestly, I would have done the same.

The next thing that I immediately gravitated towards with him was the fact that he cut himself off from everyone because he was afraid to hurt anyone else. To say that I've done that would be sugar coating it🙃. When I was younger (& even still some today), I shoved people away - people that I loved at the time, because I felt like I was a monster, a burden. He felt that with being a "Beater" (Beta Tester/Cheater), he put others' lives in danger and instead of risking it ever again - he was the lone, black swordsman. I felt that loneliness with him. I understand what it feels like to imagine that the world would be better off if you were just a person passing by - not causing any troubles. It's lonely, but you think you're doing everyone else a favor by not getting in the way. You're sad when you go to sleep at night, but you desperately try to tell yourself that you're "doing the right thing" in order not to fall asleep in tears.

As he grows and gains friends (that sometimes he had 0 intent to have), I also feel that emotion with him. Over the years, I've allowed myself to open up a bit more and allow others into my life; just like he did. I also watch him time and time again put his life on the line for those friends - people he deems worthy to keep on living. I resonate with that idea and that passions because I would also put my neck out for those who I loved and saw as "family."

Over and over, he's thrown new situations and dilemmas that he has to do his best to adapt to. I, as well, have had to deal with the curveballs of that life has thrown my way and take it in stride. Kirito and I both do our best to act like we're 100% okay on the outside and push aside our emotions, but deep down - we're both broken and very emotional human beings. He bottles it all up, just like I do. We're the same in many, many ways.

I'm really putting my heart on the line with this post, but if you ever want to "get to know me" better, watch Sword Art Online and realize that Kirito is a lot of my bad, but also a lot of my good. We're both human and really think along the same lines of what we'd do for ourselves and those around us. There's a big reason why he's stayed my number 1 for 8 years (about the amount of time I've been watching Anime as well😅).

This guy really deserves to smile after the years of agony that he's been through - & so do I. 🖤

I love this show so much that I've seen every season at least twice through (Season 1 more like 6-8 times) & I've seen/own the movie (Ordinal Scale). It is by far my favorite and easily my comfort show. So, if you watch it, I hope you enjoy it too!

[insomnia-productions]

@nureyev-steel-institute hell yeah you can! the ones i've been thinking about most recently are these three kiddos i've had since high school, which i recently revamped:

This guy is Karna, a changeling and exiled prince. Magic is a largely unknown, secretive world in his story, so he had no idea he wasn't fully human until his magic started to manifest when he turned 21. Karna's mother, the queen, was always afraid of him, because she knew his father, one of the Folk, was a pretty terrible person with pretty powerful magic. Because of her fear, she kept him at a distance, and so he grew up with deeply-rooted people pleaser tendencies as he spent his whole life trying to gain her approval, or the affection of literally anyone he met. When his magic manifested, it took the form of cell manipulation -- specifically growth and healing. So he would heal wounds and grow pretty flowers, all in service of getting people to like him. But as soon as the queen found out that he had magic, she had him arrested and sent to be executed, saying she should have done so from the start. Karna escaped and eventually made his way to an island largely populated by exiles and refugees. He was deeply changed by this betrayal, and so his magic changed too, turning from growth and healing to rot and decay. He basically turned from a cleric to a necromancer.

The whole story is about Karna coming into his own as a changeling, learning more about the world of the Folk, and, of course, getting revenge by taking back the throne. It's like a villain origin / corruption arc story, but framed as Karna's liberation. Basically it's like if those ex-people pleasers talking about how they're entering their "villain era" actually went on to commit atrocities, and the comment section was 100% on their side.

This is Ashe! He's a mercenary swordsman that Karna meets on the island at an underground fighting ring. Karna becomes the first person to best Ashe in a duel, and Inaya (Ashe's partner in crime) insists that he join their duo. Ashe was dead-set against this, but Inaya always gets what she wants, so he begrudgingly allows Karna into the group, although there's a strong one-sided rivalry there for the first few months. Ashe likes to think of himself as the pragmatic one, but he's die-hard loyal and kind of a softie at heart when it comes to the people he loves, a list which includes only Inaya and Karna. When Karna decides to seek revenge on the queen, Ashe is the one who insists they go with him (only because the payout for them would be huge, of course, and not that he cares or anything but Karna would get murdered within a week if left to his own devices). Ashe and Karna also eventually become lovers. He thinks it's super romantic when Karna lights a city on fire to spell out "I love you" from above (he's right). Ashe becomes Karna's advisor after they take over the kingdom; Karna really respects his counsel.

Finally, this is Inaya, Ashe's partner and the primary scheme-haver and gunslinger of the mercenary duo. She was originally a merchant’s daughter, but fled home to avoid an arranged business marriage to a much older man and to seek adventure. She met Ashe, already a mercenary thief at the time, when he tried to rob her father’s vessel. They joined forces, combining Ashe’s know-how with Inaya’s insider knowledge of the merchant world. Inaya is much more chaotic and impulsive than Ashe, she really fucking loves pyrotechnics, and she has a girlfriend in every major city. Despite being generally the most reckless of the three, Inaya is also the most pragmatic. She might choose to give in to her impulses a lot, but she tends to make her actual decisions based on reason, while both Ashe and Karna tend to act purely on emotion, and Ashe just finds logical explanations for his actions after the fact. After they usurp the throne, Inaya becomes Karna's general, being the best strategist of the three. I haven't yet figured out the exact technologies available in their world, but I really want her to have a giant over-the-shoulder firearm of some sort, like a really big bazuka or something. She deserves it <3

[hotpotrandomfics]

RWBY OC: Rory Nightingale

Name: Rory Nightingale

Age: 18

Race: Faunus (Red Wolf)

Height: 5’10”

Physique: A welter weight physique with defined arms.

Eyes: Royal Purple

Hair: Cherry Red

Faunus Trait: Wolf ears

Complexion: A smooth copper brown skin tone, a birth mark under his left eye, and scar on his left abdomen from a spear.

Personality: Shy and secretive, Rory prefers to keep to himself as to not engage with people but will do so if it’s something small. Though he refrains from speaking anything personal or of major importance to others he doesn’t trust. This level of distancing and distrust allows him to better observe and perceive others with critical analysis.

Likes: Rare meats, Oolong tea, sketching, walking, and naps

Dislikes: Fish, brussel sprouts, White Fang, extremist, and arrogant people

Hobbies: Meditation, training, sketching, trying new restaurants, sparring superior opponents

Allusion: Marcus Aurelius, the last of the Five Good Emperors of Rome

Symbol: A wolf head with a set of spears crossing behind it.

Weapons:

Autumn Resolve: Formerly a traditional katana handed down from Rory mother, reforged as a fair well gift, Autumn Resolves handle has a slot for precise dust crystal and the blade is mix of non magnetic metallic alloys and gravity dust in the mix. The handle being an autumn red and the blade a dark stones like color with hints of purple from the gravity dust. The method behind the forging of the weapon was only secret to the blacksmith in Kuo Kuana making the blade amongst the rarest weapons on Remnant.

Autumn Whisper: A custom P226 Equinox full size with a ROMEO1PRO optical sight and an extended 15 round magazine with assorted dust round variants, an Atlesian pistol that Rory received on recommendation from one of his professors in Atlas Academy when they advise experimenting with firearms in order to diversify Rory skill sent.

Fighting Style & Skills:

Iaijitsu

Iaido

Sōjitsu

Wing Chun

Atlasian Combatives

Semblance & Abilities:

Instinct: Instinct is a semblance that allows the user body to move autonomously without out the interference of thought. Defensively, it allows the user to evade their opponents with little to no effort. However, it does not allow the user to attack effectively and burns through aura at a quick pace.

Instinct (evolution): The evolution of Instinct also the user to attack and defend autonomously with little to no effort, allowing to gain the upper hand in battle in a quick manner. However it still runs into the issue of draining the user aura at slightly slower pace.

Home: Menagerie

Academy: Atlas Academy

Biography: Born to Carmine Nightingale, an Atlas Academy alumni, Rory was raised primarily by his mother on Menagerie after his father and mother had a falling out in early stages of her pregnancy. Rory and his mother lived in relative comfort as she was a senior member of the Kua Kuana Guards. This allowed Rory to feel a sense of safety and molded his respect for fair law, especially how his mother disapproved of the new methods of the White Fang which his mother had arrested a number of the more violent members that were trying to cause infighting with their own people.

As he got older, Rory began training under his mother and the captain of the guard, Saber Rodentia, both felt his gentle and reserve nature would make him a target for coercion from the other sects of the White Fang on Menagerie. Eventually, he’d become proficient in both their styles of fighting, an excellent swordsman that caused his mentors to train harder on their own time to not be outdone by the growing Rory but to teach him the value of there always be a bigger challenge ahead.

Once he was eighteen, he had submitted an application to Atlas Academy on the recommendation of his mother status as an alumni. Rory would begin his journey to becoming a huntsman and protector like his mother and the Nightingales who had adopted his mother when she was but young child. At Atlas, he’d meet a number of colorful characters and good souls that gave him comfort and sense of belonging regardless of his heritage and appearance…

[gx-gameon]

I’m about to scream. This ask saved some of the question as the answer and made it so I couldn’t answer it I just had to post it. I went in to edit it twice. Went and wrote full paragraphs answers twice. And it deleted itself twice. Oh I’ve never been so mad at this site.

Anyway y’all get the summary version now.

Yugi and Atem defiantly will always share the Dark Magician and Dark Magician girl. Yugi tried to give them back to Atem but he refuses as they are now THEIR protectors, not just his.

However there are cards that are more Yugi.

Silent magician

Silent swordsman

Gandora

Marshmellon

The gears

Yugi’s deck is basically the golden sarcophagus deck. Again he will always use the Dark Magician and Dark Magician girl

Atem

The king, queen, and jacks knight

Gaia the fierce knight/curse of dragon

Black Luster solider

These all have their own archetypes now that Atem could easily play. Again he will always use the Dark Magician and Dark Magician girl

In cannon explaintion

Atem is going to be explained away as Yugi’s cousin from over seas. They were close growing up and Gramps taught them both how to play. Since they are close and Gramps gave Yugi his deck to begin with it’s not a “big deal” that they share cards

There is some whispering about ‘nepotism and Atem only being good because he has Yugi’s cards.’ This is quickly shut down when Atem makes a deck that has none of his and Yugi’s cards in it and demolishes everyone in a tournament except for Yugi. (Let’s say it’s a grave keeper deck for fun/I gave him one in duel links) after that no one cares that they share cards as long as Atem doesn’t mercilessly destroy everyone.

The god cards

The god cards come back with Atem. They like to fight with their favorite child.

Yugi is definitely allowed to use them. But I think he would only ever use Slifer. (Another reason why it’s Jaden’s favorite)

Atem is the only person able to wield all three at once.

The god cards are not for tournament use (mostly because they can’t explain why Atem has them and not Yugi, also they are kind of an insta win against most duelist) they only break them out when the world is ending or they really want to beat up that guy in particular.

The easy and obvious solution

Atem uses the Palladium Oracle Mahad and Palladium Oracle Mana cards. They are great support for Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl while also being Mahad and Mana coming down to help.

(Fun fact I thought Mana’s card was something I was going to have to make up but it already exists! The more you know)

Honestly turn it into a support archetype (because Dark Magician doesn’t have enough of those “insert eye roll here”) make everyone from Atem’s court a card. Isis, Shada, Karin, even Aknamkanon should get one. (Do a quick google search and there is great art of these that fans have already made.)

For the AU, I have a suggestion for how to deal with Yugi and Atem’s decks. Usually “Atem gets his own body” fics tend to keep the deck-splitting that they did with the Ceremonial Duel, which is something you’ve seemed to hint at before.

However, a problem I have with that trope is the public perception. Yugi getting a secret near-identical brother out of nowhere will already seem weird and raise a lot of questions, regardless of how convincing the forged paperwork is. Yugi completely abandoning the use of some of his most iconic ace monsters, and with them instead being used by said previously unknown brother, would bring even more attention to how weird be situation is.

My suggestion would be for Atem to have a separate copy of at least Dark Magician, and maybe DMG, if not just having him keep the deck that he used during his afterlife duels with Kaiba. That way, they can just say that Atem just so happens to have his own copies, which, while still a bit strange given their rarities, wouldn’t create too many unwanted questions. Once things have calmed down, then maybe Yugi can start phasing DM out of his deck.

[inkybirdy]

of course I'd be happy to tag you, @takemetotheastral ! and I'm happy to offer some basic notes on the wind waker au, currently titled "a different tune" on Ao3!

in brief, the wind waker au is one in which aryll is the one who goes on a quest to save her sibling, and gets embroiled in a high-seas fantastical adventure instead of link. meanwhile, ganondorf and tetra are both rival pirate captains fighting to settle a centuries-long dispute over territory, magic, and the power to shape the future of the world. link wants a nap.

a few more specific character notes below!

Aryll is very recently 12 years old, an auspicious age for those of Outset Island! She’s now old enough to train in the island’s traditional sword fighting style, as well as take on new responsibilities to protect her home and assist her brother with his own tasks. It’s an exciting time! And also bitter - while it’s nice, growing up, to have new opportunities and a broader sense of agency, Aryll is already starting to miss being able to blindly trust that her brother would take care of everything that needs doing. She wants to help, wants to prove herself, but it’s all a bit daunting, isn’t it? She has her brother, though, in the end. As long as they’re together, as long as he’s around to help steer her in the right direction, she has faith everything will turn out alright.

Link is in his early 20s and doing his best. After the death of his grandmother when he was in his later teens, Link was not only left with the responsibility of raising Aryll but also acting in his grandmother’s place as caretaker for the island’s fairy fountain and various spirits, shrines, and artifacts. Among these are a couple of the island’s treasures - a small golden pendant that nobody is allowed to pawn, and the Wind Waker, which has proven fairly useful to have on-hand to shoo dangerous storms away from the island. Of course Link takes his duties seriously, but he tends to the island’s caretaking in the same way that he tends to any other household chore. Really, his focus and any energy he’s had to spare has been put toward his efforts to raise his sister. He won’t say he’s good at it - he knows his love of naps and idleness has turned into longstanding fatigue, and his charming snark has turned caustic - but he’s determined to do all he can to make sure Aryll is cared for and given the best opportunity to grow into a well-adjusted person.

Ganondorf - otherwise known as Captain Dragmire, or simply Ganon - is already one of the most notorious and influential pirates on the Great Sea, despite only being in his mid-20s. He’s an expert treasure-hunter, an experienced scallywag, a deadly swordsman and gunslinger, and - according to some - a truly impressive knack for magic. His crew, based in the Forsaken Fortress, is devotedly loyal, approaching their goals and the goals of their captain with dogged and dangerous enthusiasm. Heir to what is understood as an ancient and potentially world-shaking power, Ganon pursues glory and destiny in all things. When not fulfilling his role as the charismatic and deadly pirate captain, though, Ganon is bright, inquisitive, easily flustered, and impulsive - which, often, sends him tripping into variously unfortunate and terribly embarrassing situations. It’s fine. He’s fine. He’s totally got this, it’s fine. Crew and reputation established, skills honed, magic and minions at his beck and call, Ganon is ready for his greatest conquest yet - Finally claiming his ancestral power and proving himself the rightful steward of a long-buried legacy, and destroying the last vestiges of the chaotic forces that once cursed and drowned the world.

Tetra - also known as Captain Nohansen, Captain Tetra, or The Great Sea’s Terror - is a match made in the deepest parts of hell for Ganon in how their journeys to greatness have paralleled. Also in her mid-20s, Tetra is a prodigious mage, a lethal swordsman and gunslinger, a savvy explorer and trader of treasures, and a ruthless force to be reckoned with. While her crew has no proper base aside from their common haunt, Windfall Island, they’ve become a staple in stories and nightmares across the Great Sea. Her crew follows her without question, with religious fervor and unending loyalty that disavows even the most minor slight against her - they’re her best friends, bonded in spilled blood and drunken oaths over years of companionship. Tetra’s charisma strays from Ganon’s more smooth and charmingly cocky persona into sheer command and brutal competence. The instant Captain Tetra walks into a room, it is her domain - she knows exactly what she wants, and it is highly unlikely even gods could help those that dare stand in her way. Sarcastic, capable, confident, she is the picture of a legendary pirate: Whether that’s good news or not depends on the person standing across from her. However, all that confidence and support tends toward bullheadedness. When given the choice between arguing a point with Tetra or throwing one’s self into a nearby whirlpool, it may be easier to fight the tumultuous ocean current. Again similarly to Ganon, Tetra is the heir of what is said to be a power capable of bending the future of the world to one’s will. She aims to outclass Ganon and claim her ancestral right once and for all, to reveal the truth of a centuries-long struggle and possibly even draw the drowned earth once again up from the seas.

altogether, they’re fun. I’m having fun. And I hope everybody sticking around to follow the story does too!

[nameless-shrimp]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — RORONOA ZORO

↳ PAIRING: Roronoa Zoro x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 5k (i'm so sorry)

↳ WARNINGS: no major spoilers, post-timeskip ish, reader is an artist, shy and insecure reader, Zoro is probably OOC, heavy grammar errors, i did my best okay

↳ SYNOPSIS: Being the lonely and quiet artist on the ship, Zoro has taken quite an interest in you. Though, he's unsure how to properly speak out his feelings.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: damn i go missing for a month and come back to a one piece fic, sorry this is so bad, i haven't written in a while and well tbh, this was based off a dream LOL. please forgive me if this is written incorrectly with the timeskip stuff, i have a long way to go and just wanted to write zoro content because it's ZORO <333

Forever.

As if one man could dream for a lifetime, though he was sure of his obvious fantasy. A little ring around someone’s finger—where his dream of the future could slowly come to a reality, despite the harsh differences between his occupation compared to the possibility of another. Although, one captivated his interests. A lone traveler, wandering aimlessly into his life, only to capture the heart of a—who was once—pirate hunter that now held a dangerous bounty.

His captain didn’t hesitate to have you on board the ship for a short amount of time. Although the passing of a few months had led to the growth between you and him. Eye stares slowly gazing into his mere curiosity of innocent turmoil; the man aiming to be the world’s greatest swordsman had fallen in a funny little trickle called love?

Sanji nearly spat at his boots for it; as if the mosshead was capable of such a thing.

Though he caught onto it fairly quickly. The cook knew a man in love when he saw one. Much to Sanji’s demise, he didn’t argue against it. However, the secret was kept between them—two annoying men who bicker consistently enough to drive the navigator crazy. It humored you, causing you to fancy the swordsman more.

He’d be lying if he wasn’t so deep in the tunnels of curiosity of what love was meant to be.

Eventually, the relationship sparked into something more. A night resting on the crow’s nest, where you sat there away from the others, occupied with your own drawings and the view of the horizon creeping into its night. End of dawn; Zoro knew you enjoyed your time alone from the others. (And with Luffy’s consistent chaotic state, how could you not?)

“I don’t want you to always feel like you’re alone.”

Those words from his mouth echoed throughout your head that one night, where Zoro spent his time to bring you dinner and you both shared about your personal dreams. An artist just wandering across the seas in hopes to find a new home, lost in nothing but sketchbooks and scattered paintbrushes. Although Luffy had made it clear that you’d grow to be a stronger, well-mannered, and cultivated pirate if you remained to be at home with the crew.

Zoro occasionally laid his head down on the floor, where you allowed his head to rest on your lap while you focused on your own portraits. He did his usual bantering, but did he want to do it? Truly, he definitely did.

As if the stubborn swordsman wanted to fully admit the truth.

Love was doubtful to his eyes as if he could earn someone in his life forever. To love and cherish a dangerous man like him, though his heart had its own sense of purity—in some cases, he thought.

“Hey.”

His voice perked up, right before his eyes slowly closed. Your pencil was set down, where your fingers ran through his hair. Scar eminent on his eye, and your delicate fingers trailed along with the memory where he only smirked. Satisfaction; not wanting to admit to it, he decided to keep his stubbornness tingling along a little bit longer.

“Yeah?” You responded.

He cleared his throat. “Have you ever been in love?”

And it was a straightforward question for him to ask, where you both sat in the crow’s nest underneath the pale moonlight. Silver light sparkling. You hummed; finger tapping the chin, and a sigh was audible.

“No. I’d like to experience it with someone special… though.”

Zoro chuckled, all before closing his eyes cautiously.

“As do I.”

Everything he needed, yearned—heart wanting for a specific desire; all of it could have been accomplished with your presence by his side.

Though you had no experience in combat, and you were mainly the one who had to tag along with the others to ensure your safety, Zoro had grown to a new beginning in his life. At least with you—a bond. Everlasting friendship. Only in hopes of growing it into something more, and even Sanji scoffed about it even from the stare he gawked at you every so often when you were alone on the ship.

“I was going to finish a painting back at the ship.”

“I like your company,” he noted, hands gripping the swords. “Plus… I also tend to get lost, as the others say. You’ll surely have better direction than me.”

You chuckled. “Sometimes.”

“I trust you on directions better than anyone else on the ship.”

“Ha?” Your eyebrow twitched in confusion. “Funny of you to say, I’d expect you to trust anyone else more to help guide you back to the ship.”

Zoro sighed, head tilting down. He eyed your fiddling fingers—a habit you tended to do due to your shyness, mostly around his presence. It could have been due to his intimidating nature that resembled nothing but a frightening swordsman with grimacing smirks. Was that a possible checkmark for being attractive? He’d ask the cook for an extra bit of love advice, but. No thanks.

“Well, if we find an art shop here, I’ll buy you anything you need,” Zoro stated, eyes furrowing ahead of him on the dirt path. Gifts. That was a good clue to ensure his feelings for you—truly, absolutely, had to be.

Zoro was not a man of romance, clearly.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “It’s nice to walk around and get off the ship every so often.”

“You’re always occupied in another room or hiding in Chopper’s office,” Zoro noted. “Sometimes I feel like you’re trying to avoid me.”

“Wh—no,” you retorted, palms sweating. “I’m just not used to your crew’s company yet. I guess.”

“After a few months?”

“I’m a little weird.”

“It’s fine,” Zoro responded. “You prefer your alone time. I can respect that.”

“I’m not a very big fighter,” your head shook. “I like to avoid situations that’ll get me out of any trouble.”

Zoro snorted, fighting back a chuckle. “Luffy is the one that tends to create any trouble, I’m sure you know that by now, Y/N.”

Your eyes rolled. “For sure.”

“But you’re not avoiding me?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

Your head shook once more. “No. I like…”

“Hmm?” His feet stopped on the dirt path.

“I mean—” you coughed into your fist, turning away. Zoro eyed your behavior with curiosity, almost finding amusement in the delight. ‘How cute’, he thought, right before his eyes widened at the thought and he turned away. “I like your company the best. Luffy has his moments, Sanji’s very flirty for me, and the others are fine. It’s just…”

Zoro’s head tilted. “Go on.”

“I don’t know. You’re comfortable for me to be around. Maybe it’s because you nap and hang out with me in the crow’s nest when I want to be alone to do my sketches.”

“I did say I like your company.”

“I know, and I’m saying I like yours right back.”

He laughed, raising his hand to pat your head, right before your lips pursed into a flustered line. When your body turned, causing your hands to fall upon your arms to provide some type of heat due to the chilly air—and, realistically, a fidget in order to cope with the flustered state you were in—Zoro took note.

His hands grasped onto his green kimono, right before he swooshed it around your figure. A gasp echoed, where his body remained still. Heart beating into infinity; countless beats that were continuing in a rapid face. Sudden maroon tickled his cheeks, though his stoic expression attempted to keep his blushing state at bay.

“Hey,” you spoke, grasping onto the sleeves of his kimono. “Aren’t you going to be cold too?”

“I’ve trained in extreme weather conditions when there were blizzards out,” Zoro responded, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “A little wind is not enough to bother me.”

“I feel bad.”

“Why?”

“Well, ‘cause it’s yours.”

“And I offered it to you. Don’t be silly.”

You wanted to smack him—out of childish antics, of course. Not to purposefully tick him off.

“Okay, but if you shiver, don’t get mad at me,” you pouted.

He laughed. ‘Why… so damn cute?’ Zoro thought again, only to mentally slap himself from the protruding thoughts creeping in about your personality. Though he couldn’t help it.

And after a passing ten minutes, you both ended up in a simple city, where wagons creaked from their wheels and passengers were minding their own business, trapped in their own worlds. Zoro’s presence was known to you, keeping your body close to his—through his fingers twitched, only wanting to grab ahold of your hand. An easy excuse for this was that so you couldn’t get lost or—maybe, even he wouldn’t get lost himself.

Not a bad excuse, really.

“Where do you want to go?” You asked, hiding deeper into his kimono. “I’m not sure what you wanted to do.”

“Just wander around. The cook went on his own to grab ingredients and food, while Luffy and Usopp went on their own path,” Zoro explained. “Franky and Chopper offered to stay back at the ship. And I’m only assuming the others are on their own somewhere around here.”

“Any particular reason why you wanted me to come?”

He turned to you, earrings dangling from the wind. “Told you, I like your company. Also didn’t wanna get lost. I trust you better than anyone else, remember?”

“I know, but—”

“Let’s take a look around,” he interrupted hastily, quickly rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

Zoro stood for a moment, causing you to look at him. Face completely puzzled, much to his head. ‘What would that damn cook do?’ He thought to himself, all before gazing down at his hand before twirling his fingers around. You gawked at him, wondering if others were staring at how he paid more attention to his open hand rather than the scenery around him.

“Uh, Zoro?” You blinked. “What the hell are you—”

“I have a favor,” he retorted.

You gulped. “Um, okay. What is it?”

‘This is harder than I thought,’ his mind brushed a subtle thought, only to fight back a forced chuckle.

“Sorry,” Zoro sighed, right before slapping his face with his palm—lost in disbelief.

‘What the hell am I doing?’

“What the hell are you doing?”

Christ—did you just read his mind?

He coughed into his fist, all before he shook his head. Zoro bit his bottom lip, right before throwing his hand down to grab ahold of yours. Your widened eyes caused his heart to race. Mind lost in a daze, completely overwhelmed by the want for more. A little more affection to ease the tension of his heartstrings strumming along to his rapid beats. A moment so little, yet Zoro did not want to forget it.

Your fingers intertwined with his while you tried to fight back the chuckle escaping your lips while Zoro looked away, unamused with his own weird behavior.

“If you wanted to hold my hand…” you murmured, looking down. “You could’ve just said so.”

“Oh, yeah?” Zoro quipped, gritting his teeth while covering the blossom of roses tinting his cheeks with his palm. “My bad. Didn’t wanna make it more uncomfortable for you.”

“Huh?” You blinked. “No… I kind of like this.”

“Well,” he exhaled. “Don’t let go.”

You smiled; eyes flourishing to full bloom.

“I won’t.”

Zoro stood near the shelves with full attention to your curious expressions. Eyes wandering from different brushes on the shelves as canvases were laid out amongst the walls. Ranging from acrylic to watercolor, all portray different fantasies and universes from single brush strokes. Your mind remained lost in thought; hand in hand with his, where he eyed down the knuckles and brushed his thumb across yours.

A mental note that he was around—just to ensure that he was nearby.

Zoro’s eyes darted near the front door, where whispers were audible of a group of Marines stepping foot on the island in search of the pirates. And he groaned mentally, fighting back a glare to the light illuminating from the outside.

‘Let’s hope our idiot captain didn’t get us tangled in any mess this time,’ he wondered.

“Is something wrong?”

Your soft voice caused his eyes to widen, only to where he fought back a grunt and only to force a tug of his lips, portraying half of a smile, and then he gave a head pat. “We might have to get going soon if we don’t want any trouble,” he stated; you nodded. “Is there anything you want here?”

“Honestly, I think I’m okay,” you said. “It’s nice to look at other people’s artwork, though.”

“I don’t have the skills or talent like you and some other people do,” Zoro spoke, gazing up at a watercolor painting on the wall of empty farmland. Peaceful. Much like the kind of future Zoro hoped for his—maybe. “Well, when it comes to all this artsy stuff.”

“That’s okay,” you smiled shyly. “At least you’re skilled and attentive to any danger around. I don’t have any of that.”

“You’ll find your own ways of protecting yourself,” Zoro responded. “But I’ll be there to protect you.”

‘Huh?’

“What?”

Zoro gulped, placing a palm on his head before his lips began trembling. “I mean—” he choked on his words. ‘No, no, I meant it,’ he spoke to himself mentally. “I want to protect you. I’m here for you.”

You blinked before smiling, rubbing his knuckles when your hands were interlocked with one another. “Everyone is so protective of each other in the crew…” you explained, eyes looking down. “I’m hoping that I can provide something to make the others comfortable around me.”

He looked at you, with full attention. He sighed, only before showing off a rare smile, causing your eyes to enlighten his expression even more. Zoro slowly placed his forehead on yours, not minding that you two were in a large aesthetic art shop—covered by different supplies amongst the walls and the pieces that were up for show.

“You seem to make everyone happy just the way you are,” he said sternly. “But I meant it when I say that I want to protect you.”

Your lips trembled, watching his deep stare into your own eyes with his forehead resting amongst yours. Warm. That was how he felt; safe, comely—a place to call home.

“If I can protect you too,” you laughed brightly. “I want to do the same.”

‘Stop… acting cute.’

Zoro smirked, pulling away before the stomping from the outside grew into loud thunder. His eyes darted from its rare soft composure to a more grimace glance. Not to be rudely interrupted by the irritating Marines, but it was best to find a way out of the shop as soon as possible—and hope that he’d be able to make sure you’d head back safely to the ship.

When the crowd of bantering Marines had died down from the outside, Zoro grabbed ahold of your hand and then dragged you out of the shop harshly. He murmured faint apologies, not wanting to cause you to fall into a frantic panic, but it was best to find the way out of the city fast—with the beating of his heart falling into a rapid marathon, he was truly uncomfortable with these consistent emotions.

Need, want, the desire to protect you—or just you. Every ounce of you, every fiber of your heart, and the brightening cherry blossoms blooming in your eyes for every rare occurrence that you are laughing around others. An unusual feeling of pink swirled inside him; as if pink and raspberry mixed together within his heart.

He liked it—and much to his surprise, he wanted more of it.

Happiness. With one person.

“We have to go,” Zoro said bluntly.

You nodded without arguing. “Ah, sure, okay. I think I heard that the Marin—”

“Let’s not talk about it in public, right now.”

“Got it.”

“Don’t let go of my hand, ‘kay?”

“Sure,” your bottom lip trembled. “Sorry.”

He looked back, still walking towards a familiar dirt path that you both walked across on. And God, let it be the correct route.

“Why’re you apologizing?” He asked, raising a brow.

“I feel like it’s my fault.”

“What—no,” he retorted. “You know the Marines have always been on our ass for a long time now. Don’t apologize; roll with what’s happening. We’re going to get back on the ship safely—that’s if the others made it back before anything shitty happens.”

He ran, with your hand tangled with his. No other questions, arguments, or bickering had been made. Zoro sensed the tingle of insecurity brewing within your stomach. He never understood much about that tension of anxiety—and uncertainty of one’s self. Though he did try to relate to it on a different basis when it only came to his own swordsmanship.

“Are we going the right way?”

You asked, and he nearly jolted on his steps. “I think so,” Zoro exhaled quickly, only to hear rustling near the trees after you both escaped the city. “You’re my guide. Lead us back home to the ship.”

“Do you hear that?”

“Loud and clear.”

And within seconds, he took out two swords, ready to twirl one into his mouth right before a sneaky Marine tried to get ahold of him. Silly gestures from these folks were something he had grown used to, only hopes of you not getting injured in any way.

“Watch it, Y/N!” He shouted, using the back of his sword to hardly push the soldier away back into the bushes. Zoro turned to you—eyes enlarged with your hands shaking. A pang of anxiety hit; it usually did, whenever your presence was in the sight of danger. ‘Why? Oh, yeah.’ He definitely knew, though did not fully wish to physically admit it.

“I—”

“Are you okay?” He asked. “That was nothing but you seem shaken up. Still not used to everything yet?”

“I mean, it still catches me off guard,” you spoke cautiously.

“Our ship has flown high off the sea and you’re still scared of one little Marine, huh?” He chuckled humorously, only to have you keep your head down. “Don’t worry about it. Glad to see that you’re safe.”

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize,” Zoro interrupted sternly, voice blunt in its tone. “Stop apologizing for things that are out of your control.”

“I’m so—” you placed a palm over your mouth, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Ah, I was about to just—”

“I know,” he smirked, only to sigh afterward. “C’mon, we can’t wait any longer.”

“Ah. Right.”

Slowly, his smirk grew into a rare soft grin.

“You’re supposed to lead me back home. So take my hand, and try not to let go.”

“Figured I would find you here.”

You ignored the familiar voice, only to have you sit close to the Sunny’s head, where you rested your body on the railing. Zoro mentioned that you didn’t show up for dinner, nor did you try to snatch a plate after hours where you’d be the most comfortable.

The moon shone silver; constellations scarred with its stars. Navy blue looked appealing, with each star to guide one home. Zoro watched you look up, only to glance down at the sketchbook on your lap and then eye the stories up above. However, his eyes could only faint down to your quiet posture, where not one moment of eye contact was shared.

He sat down next to you, arms crossed; the kimono he lent you was still prominent around your body. Zoro wanted to comment on it, though he remained quiet and chose that actions were a more definite sense of speaking how he felt within the moment.

Scars would bleed, though at least, his heart believed in the identity of what home could be. To be with the Straw Hats—and to dream of a future with a person that he could cherish every moment with. One to protect, one that’d make his heart blossom roses and tulips in ways that he’d never imagined his own garden would grow—one to announce his sense of happiness and desire in a sentimental signal.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said before trailing his hand with yours.

He turned his head, knowing the growth of warmth creeping up the pillar of his neck. Though the stars above enlightened the fair bits of his skin tone, and you snuck a glance his way every so often.

“Do you want to hold my hand?” He asked; you didn’t nod, instead, you decided to respond back with the entanglement of your fingers with his—all in one.

“Remember,” Zoro said, gripping your hand tight. “I don’t want you to always feel alone.”

Shyly, you turned away, biting your bottom lip. Zoro watched your behavior, wondering if he had been pressing matters too far with the hand-holding. Though, part of his mind cheered him on—how it all felt right. Exactly as he pleased and wanted. And he exhaled tiredly, only to have him straighten his back against the wall of the ship.

“Zoro…”

Your voice soothed him, much like the waves of the sea. He raised a brow, trying to prevent his legs from shaking in nervousness. How could a swordsman like him be so voiceless with his own feelings—especially for you?

He was not like the cook, that was for sure.

(Thank God.)

“Yeah?” He responded.

You looked down, watching the empty page in your sketchbook. Hand lost in its shakes; moon glowed from afar. “Would you feel uncomfortable if I asked you for a favor?”

“Depends on the favor.”

“Would you?”

Zoro fought back a yawn. “It depends like I said. Although, if it’s you… don’t think you could make me feel uncomfortable, really…”

You blinked, slowly gripping onto the pencil with your free hand.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay, um.”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Is it okay if I could draw you?”

Zoro stared at you for a moment, with a brief pause, and the chilly wind to dangle his earrings. He huffed childishly, crossing his arms after letting your hand go, and then he rolled his head back against the wall of the ship.

“Would my usual pose be me when I take my naps?” He joked, showing off a hint of a smirk. “Go ahead.”

You eyed him for a brief moment, and your eyes locked onto his. A moment quiet and pleasant enough to capture a picture for a memento. Though an illuminating smile was enough to cause his heart to flutter, and he closed his eyes; smirk softening to a thin line. And you sketched him out, from shoulders and up.

For what was twenty minutes that seemed like forever, Zoro noted the sweet moment of peace. He offered night duty—again—only to capture your attention once more. And he replayed the short bickering of the cook in his head, on how to properly charm a woman and that Zoro never understood the difference between handling kitchen knives compared to his swords.

Anything to keep his head occupied, though he occasionally opened an eye to peek at you fully immersed with the dragging of a pencil upon rough paper. He was no artist, not unless it came with his sword styles, though Zoro was fully aware that he could manage to respect other people’s peak of creativity—he envied it, almost. With the pale moon above him to speak loudly of his feelings, at least, for the little moments he shared with you—he embraced his interest in others with your presence around.

Never did another person make him feel the way you did. Adventures with the Straw Hats were exhilarating. He was a man hungry for blood; thirsty for a battle if it meant for him to improve bit by bit in order to achieve his goal to be the world’s greatest swordsman.

However, you were different.

When did the adventures of just napping in the same room as you ever bring him a heavenly sound of peace? Or the moments where you both did not share many conversations yet he preferred to be around your space more than any of his other crewmates? Consistently, he asked himself—though the feelings were obvious from the start.

‘I think I’m in love with you.’

But how could he say those words?

“I think I’m done.”

He opened his eyes, and you turned your sketchbook over to show off his portrait. The lines were hatched, but he knew it was him. Truly, you were delicate with your own work—passionate with every stroke possible.

Zoro smiled softly, looking at the shading areas below his neck and on his face, most likely resembling the moon shining from up above.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. “Just like you.”

You choked. “Ha—”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” Zoro retorted, gritting his teeth from his sudden comment. “Shit, sorry to make it weird.”

“No, you’re fine, I just…”

His eyebrows elevated. “What is it?”

“I want to smack you for this.”

“What?”

“Like,” you groaned, shutting your sketchbook to a close. “The way you make me feel. I know how I feel about you, and it’s annoying me every time I get near you.”

He blinked, raising his head straight. “Y/N, list—”

“I’m sorry,” you exhaled, placing a palm on your face. “I probably ruined everything because of what I said but I don’t really care anymore. I think I love you.”

Zoro sat up properly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I really screwed everything up, I didn’t mean—”

“Y/N, listen to—”

“I’m sorry, Zoro, can you forget what I—”

“Dammit, Y/N, listen to me!” He nearly shouted, only to get your attention properly before he threw his hands on your face, causing you to gasp. Zoro’s arms shook; eyes enlarged. His body was rushing in adrenaline, yet he showed no fear—for once, with his confusing feelings. “I didn’t mean to yell, but I need you to listen.”

Your shoulders lowered, giving him access to place his forehead down close to your neck.

“Can we please forget what I said?” You pleaded.

Zoro sighed, before slowly throwing his arms around you and then pulling you close to his embrace. Not once did he ever show this kind of affection to any other member—this was different. New. An open light at the end of a tunnel; and he smirked proudly, even with his lip quivering.

“No,” he responded harshly, before clearing his throat. “Because I love you too.”

“What?” You said, face shaking in surprise.

“I don’t know what the hell you do to me, but I got confused with my own damn feelings. Every time I’m around you, I can’t control myself right,” he confessed, gritting his teeth. His grip on your body tightened, causing you to gasp. “I feel like I have to protect everyone here, but with you. It’s different. Something about you makes me feel like I need to make sure you’re safe with me. That you can trust me.”

Zoro pulled away from the hug, only to keep his palms inching further up to your face. He sent off a soft smirk, blush prominent on his cheeks before exhaling.

“I’m pretty sure those feelings make it obvious on my end th—that I love you too.”

“Wh—Zoro,” you gulped. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t blame you. I never really say this stuff to… anyone.”

“But…” you grinned, fighting back tears in your eyes. You shakily put your hands on his arms, where he parted his lips at your quivering state. “I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

He nodded, right before he placed his lips on yours. In a surprising turn of events, you found yourself kissing him back, feeling the prominent smirk on his lips. Zoro noted the change of color within his heart throughout the kiss—from a dull contrast to a brightening, shade of pink, all colored on his cheeks and the swirly feeling within his chest. Not once did he regret the moment of tranquility.

When he broke the kiss, he grinned proudly, right before you threw yourself onto his chest. He fell back on the floor, only to chuckle deeply at your happy reaction. His hand met with your shoulders, and the grip from his other hand tightened around you protectively.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I… love you too,” you whispered back.

Time unknown; moon glistening above. His blush was eminent. Zoro chuckled pridefully, continuing to soothe your shaking shoulders with his hand.

“Did anyone know about… your feelings?” You asked.

He shrugged, smirking at the sky. “A certain cook, I guess.”

“Did you ask him for, like, I don’t know,” you laughed. “Love advice?”

Zoro rolled his head further back, only to see a cloud of smoke near the upper deck and a familiar man with blond hair. Due to the dark light, he wasn’t able to notice much, except for a smirk following suit from the familiar chef after he had lit his cigarette. Zoro told himself to lay off the fighting with Sanji, even for a bit—at least for a while.

Then, he eyed the clouds above him—all hiding stories beneath them with waves of constellations. A future that was meant to be calm, soothing, filled with endless harmony—to spend it with a special someone, in hopes that it would be you, where your souls intertwined at the blink of the ocean’s horizon.

Zoro couldn’t help but snicker at your words.

“Something like that.”

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Helloooo! How u doing? Hope things going over there!

Glad to meet another one piece x reader blog! 💕💕 I was wondering if I could have a drabble or headcanons (whichever u prefer honestly) about jealous Zoro x chubby s/o? It can be NSFW or SFW (again whichever u prefer)

A jealous partner just hits different u know? 😳😳😳

Thank u for ur time!

authors note : hello ! <3 im doing rather well , thanks so much for asking <3 hope you’re doing lovely <33 i hope you don’t mind that i picked NSFW for this one ;; jealousy just blends perfectly with NSFW .. Anywho ! i hope you enjoy the headcanons + drabble <3 Oh ! i mainly kept the reader gender neutral , as i wasn’t sure if you wanted it as a female , male or nb. i hope that’s alright with you <3

NSFW WARNING BELOW <3 please skip if such content makes you uncomfortable.

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Jealous! Zoro x Chubby! Reader Headcanons

tags : jealousy , ( slight ) breeding kink , possessiveness , marking

• It takes quite a lot to get Zoro jealous. He’s a swordsman and swordsmanship is all about honor and respect , even towards opponents.

• But if a certain Straw Hat even breathes in your direction, he’s quick to make jealous. Sanji had no limitations when it came to his flirtatious attitude, he didn’t even hold back flirting with you, someone who was knowingly in a relationship, let alone someone who was dating Zoro.

• Zoro doesn’t hesitate to stride over to you and Sanji, quick to shout and possibly hit Sanji. Who does Sanji think he is? Zoro hated that sleezy face Sanji would make, allowing his eyes to trace along every piece of exposed flesh you had as you sunbathed on the ship deck. And Zoro especially hated how your face would flush in embarrassment from the other mans compliments.

• When he’s jealous, Zoro gets a lot tougher when it comes to bed room activities. Most of the time, he’s slow with his strokes, leaving light kisses along your stomach or neck, depending on what position you two were in. But when he’s jealous? Boy, oh boy... Jealousy is the plague! Do not expect to be able to walk straight afterwards

• He’ll definitely bury your body in hickies and bite marks, wherever his mouth can reach, it’ll be throbbing from Zoro’s lips. Zoro lacks shame, really. He doesn’t mind if people notice the marks he leaves upon you. If anything, Zoro wants people to see them, it strokes his ego.

• Zoro wants to be able to see your face 100%. He loves seeing your sweet expression sink with pure ecstasy. The way you’ll drool and blush an unbelievable shade of red as he rams up into the warmth of your body makes him grin with delight. Zoro knows nobody can do this for you, that only he can. And that feeling is the greatest to ever bask within him, the feeling of superiority of all the men who have ever looked at you in a lewd way.

• Zoro loves to grope your body, as well. He likes to feel every bit of you, from your chest to your lovehandles, he wants to feel it all. He loves knowing your plump body is only for him to feast on.

• If you ever show shame in your body type, Zoro is quick to correct you with eager touches. How idiotic do you have to be to neglect such a treasure? Zoro will always be there to remind you of the value your body holds to him, and why you should find pride in it as well.

• When Zoro is in a mood, he often likes to drain his seed inside of you, filling you to the brim with his musky semen. He’s very territorial , as you can tell. Very into marking, wether with marks or his own cum.

Jealous! Zoro x Chubby! Reader Oneshot

“H-hey... can’t you be a bit gentler?” Your voice seeped out in between the harsh pants that circulated from you. The way Zoro was palming at your body was as tight as the grip he would use upon his sword. Mixing such powerful touches with the grinding of his rock hard member made it even more difficult to speak through. You could feel his precum dribble against your hole, making your warm body hotter then it already was.

Zoro didn’t make an effort to reply, as he was clearly in his own little world. All of this over Sanji and his cooking .. All you had done was compliment the chef on the straw berry and vanilla parfait he had graciously served you. It wasn’t your fault Sanji took ever little thing to heart... Yet, even as you had explained the scene, Zoro still didn’t let up with his sudden yearning for your body.

It was embarrassing, nearly. The way Zoro’s face smothered against your stomach, his calloused fingers scaling against the surface of your body. Everytime Zoro would leave a kiss or hickey against your stomach, you’d jolt in pleasure. It felt so good but having him smother your stomach like that... it was far too much.

“Zoro...not my stomach...its-“ You gasped out loudly as you were suddenly impaled on the forth of Zoro’s member, that action completely cutting off your words. You felt your toes curl and your legs tremble from the intrusion. You were already so sensitive, and that certainly amped it up further. Your eyes peered up at Zoro as he sat up, his tanned hands firmly squeezing your love handles as he let you consume every inch of him.

“Eh? It’s not what, Y/n?” Zoro smirked down at you, letting out a raspy laugh. He didn’t hesitate to begin to move his hips, letting his member exit your warmth before burrowing deep inside once again. “You better not have been thinking what i think you were...” Zoro knew how you felt about your body. You didn’t hate it but some days he would notice the way you’d gaze upon yourself, a small frown taking over your face. “Because.. the whole Grand Line can tell how fucking hot you are,” Zoro hissed, his breath growing slightly heavy as he quickened his thrusts.

You couldn’t tell if your face was hot from the temps tire of the room and the man that hovered over your naked form, or if it was hot from what Zoro had just said. Zoro was never new to vulgar compliments but that one was far too for you to handle, making you tighten around Zoro’s shaft. This was certainly different from the sex you two typically had. Zoro was never a man to falter, always staying at a steady pace but today, it was nonstop. You couldn’t help but let the loud moans that brewed within your throat out. You felt guilty, because God knows the rest of the crew was trying to sleep right now. But you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t help but gasp and call out for your lover as he pounded your deepest parts.

Zoro felt a never ending source of confidence against the rest of the ship and their mates. He knew he was the only person to make you scream in such a way. The thought that he was the only one who ever got to see you in such a manner just made him even more excited. Nobody got such a great view, nor would they ever. You were Zoro’s and Zoro’s alone, no one could come between you two, not even a damn War Lord.

Zoro was consistent, never stopping his rapid and rough strokes. He didn’t even pace himself, as you two got further into the session. It was sloppy, at that point. You two had been going at it like animals for about an hour or so, giving not a single Straw Hat time to get a blink of sleep in the time window. Fluids gushed from the both of you, the sticky fluid you dumped against his member just made such a lewd noise every time he would thrust inward. It was loud as he rammed into you, matching with the smacking of flesh.

You were close, and with the look that rested on Zoro’s face, he was just as close as you were. The room was full of moans and groans, the playful banter from before had ceased to be, melted within the bed sheets, along with the sweat that was produced from you and Zoro.

“Zoro...! I’m close!” You mustered out, throwing your head back into the mess of pillows that remained behind you. It was as i you were molding into the bed, slowly sinking into the wet bed sheets, marked with your own juices as well as the ones from your lover.

With how suddenly your walls clamped against Zoro’s shaft, it didn’t give him a single moment to think about pulling out. It was as if you were attempting to milk him of every drop of cum he could produce. And so, you did. The warmth of Zoro’s seed was an overwhelming force that seeped into you, painting your walls white with the thick fluid.

An animalistic groan escaped Zoro as he drained his balls, filling you as much as he could with his semen. It felt so satisfying to fill you, almost as if he were trying to impregnate you, wether he could or not. The feeling of him not just branding every bit of you on the outside but as well on the inside was the best feeling he could ask for.

You were his. Inside and out, you were marked by the worlds top wanted ‘ pirate hunter ‘ , the right hand man to the worlds future pirate king.