#festival of pirates and princesses

[necroticboop]

✦ Festival of Pirates and Princesses at Disneyland Paris [x]

[wyervan]

@r0tting-rat & @amarynthian-fortress I hope you don’t mind each other’s company in this ask.

I also hope u don’t mind that I tried writing for this ask. Also it’s halfway through November 😆 hope your not too sick of Halloween. I know I never am 😝

It’s been a reeeeally long time since I’ve written much of anything 😳 but I wanted to try it out again and both you guys are such amazing writers and i would be totally open to your feedback and suggestions 🥺🥺

DCA Slasher AU

content warnings: general spookiness i guess lol? oh but also characters describing acts of graphic violence :D

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The October air is refreshingly cool as you step out from your car. Looking up into the fading pale sky, you see pink cirrus clouds lining a glowing sunset. You stand there for a moment and inhale deeply, briefly in awe of the color of the light. A sudden whistling breeze rattles the branches of a balding tree, sending a flurry of yellow leaves skittering across the parking lot.

Remembering that you have somewhere to be, you turn on your heel, slamming the car door a bit too hard and startling both yourself and a crow that was sitting on a nearby fencepost. It chides you sternly for your disruption with a caw.

Ignoring the jeer, you start down the sidewalk toward downtown, joining a half a dozen others leaving the lot, all of them dressed in varying degrees of costume.

Apparently for Halloween this year, the town had sectioned off a whole six block radius of shops, restaurants, and other commercial establishments to encourage business and tourism for the holiday. Blockades prevented cars from entering the area for the evening while vendor booths and pedestrians filled the streets. Local businesses handed out goodies to the trick or treaters, usually working in some advertisement of their wares and services.

You found yourself actually excited for this Halloween in a way that you hadn’t felt since you were a child. You even dressed up! Ahh—kinda. You just pulled something from your closet and did your hair in a way that made you look like that one character from that show that you watched two seasons of three years ago.

But you had promised Sun you’d wear a costume tonight. You had left work much earlier than usual, vowing to return to the arcade now and stay late to assist with the festivities. Your outfit was quick enough to put on that you had managed to sneak in a nap before heading back out.

You pass kids in costumes. They walk and chitter to each other excitedly, yelping happily and playfully pushing each other around. A smile spreads widely across your face at the sight of their joy. Parents or scowling teen siblings follow closely behind. Now inside the blockades, booths displaying all manner of seasonally-themed crafts, foodstuffs, and trinkets line both sides of the street, people flitting from vendor to vendor. Candy bowls sit ripe for pillaging at the edge of every station.

Enjoying the sights and sounds, but not wanting to get caught up with the fair, you stick to the sidewalk. You round the last corner and across the street you see a small crowd of strange creatures gathered in front of the arcade—a cat, a wizard, two pirates, Shrek, and multiple Disney princesses.

Their attention, you see as you cross the street and finally step on to the curb in front of the arcade, is entirely focused the clown crouched in front of them. You stop behind the group of kids and the clown’s eyes raise meet yours, flick down your form, and then refocus on the little girl in front of him, all in half a second.

“Mr. Sun, we know magic isn’t real. My cousin showed me that trick and then he showed me an entire book about fake magic! It’s all slide a hand or whatever…”

The clown, dressed in pale bright yellow and burgundy stripes, shakes his mane and brandishes a card with bear and the number 4 on it to the girl (one of the pirates). His already wide grin stretches further.

“Little Captain Shelley, if magic wasn’t real, then how did I know that this is the card you actually wanted, hmm?” he says.

Shelley the Pirate opens her mouth to retort, but before she can say anything, the clown suddenly flicks his pinkie and flips the card once, twice, thrice… and then there’s a bar of chocolate grasped between his gloved fingers instead of the bear card.

The other kids give small gasps of delight. Shelley is quiet and wide-eyed for a moment before a shy smile breaks over her face and she snatches up the chocolate bar, dashing away giggling to her parents standing a few paces away. They scold her lightly for not saying “thank you” to the clown, who is now passing out candies to the remaining trick or treaters.

You look around, taking in the decor that you and your bosses sweated over just this morning. You had watched as Sun hung string lights from the eaves at painstakingly even lengths. The goofy-looking giant spider that you had wrestled with earlier sat fat and content in a gauzy net of cobweb pinned over a window. A fog machine situated in the entrance between the two sets of doors into the arcade spilt thick mist out onto the pavement.

You spy the other clown fifteen or so feet away, slumped in a fold-out lawn chair next to the arcade’s doors. His deep blue hat and pants, accented with yellow stars, stand out starkly against the ruddy red of his seat. He’s already watching you—head propped up in one hand braced against the chair arm, the other idly fishing through the bucket of sweets he has resting in his lap.

“Star light, star bright, won’t you grant me candy tonight?”

You pull your attention back down to the red and yellow clown to see that the trick or treaters have ran off to raze other pastures, leaving him alone with you. He’s looking up at you now, cheeky grin cradled in his palms... then suddenly springs from his haunches to his full height—easily six and a half feet. The bells on his wrists chime abruptly with the motion. He weaves his fingers together, palms out, and brings his arms out and over his head, spine arching with the force of a full-body stretch.

He drops his long arms and takes one stride to close the distance between you. He leans a bit to the side, hand going absently to rub at his left knee, and gives a dramatically contented sigh. “Ahh. Little monsters and princesses may come and go, but the Star always returns to the evening sky,” waxes the clown—who is your boss of course, because that’s the kind of life you lead now.

Ah. And he’s in character. More so than usual.

“Starlight, what kind of treats did you bring us?” he asks, bright blue eyes wide, chin tucked to gaze steadily down at you.

“Oh shit. I forg-“

He leans further in toward you, face suddenly less than a foot from yours, and you jump a bit. He raises a single slender finger as if giving an instruction, or about to shush you.

“Language, Star, especially when there are children in the vicinity. Anyway, it’s fine, fine, fine. We have more inside” Sun steps back and gives a dismissive wave. “Moony, could you get the two other five pound candy bags from the breakroom, pleeease?”

Moon’s head rolls lazily to give Sun a dead look, long strands of black hair spilling across the stark light side of his face.

“You can have all the licorice, red and black.” Sun states.

Apparently satisfied with this, Moon’s head lolls back to a neutral position. He sets his candy bucket on the sidewalk, gets up with a low grunt, and trudges through the fog and into the arcade. You turn, opening your mouth to ask Sun what he’d like you to do now that your here, but he’s already prancing back to his post—just in time to excitedly meet a Mario and Luigi pair.

You walk over and take up Moon’s nearly empty bucket of candy. Hmm… you wondered if Moon had been eating most of this himself, judging by the numerous empty wrappers mixed in with few yet untouched pieces of chocolate you see at the bottom of the bucket.

“Trick or treat!” Two pairs of children’s sneakers enter your vision.

You look up to see a couple of familiar faces—Gregory and Cassie, both wearing blocky helmets and body pieces made of tinfoil-covered cardboard and covered in glued-on switches, buttons, and dials. They have their arms and legs stuck through wide flexible tubing and are holding lumpy pillowcases filled with their spoils.

“Oh, hey guys. Robots—nice. How’s the haul been tonight?” you ask.

The styrofoam balls that top the antennae attached to their helms bounce in the air when they look at each other and nod their square heads.

“Pretty good. Wickson’s down the street was giving out caramel apples. Think you can top that?” Cassie says.

You glance down at the meager dregs of what was left in the candy bucket. But before you can offer up the scant pickings and apologize, Moon’s voices rasps from behind you.

“Kid, don’t you know treats aren’t for brats?” Moon’s arm brushes your shoulder as he remerges from the arcade, two bags of assorted candies clutched in one fist. He looks down on Gregory, lips pulled into a slight sneer. Gregory faces him fully and juts up his chin at a defiant angle.

“Sounds like a sore loser talking.”

“Kid, I already beat your score again this morning. Ain’t got nothing to be sore about.” The sneer turns into a smug lopsided smile, displaying a sharp canine. You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. Moon had forgone his usual nap on the break room couch, choosing instead to stand hunched over an arcade cabinet for the entire morning upon seeing GREG in mocking neon green at the top of the high scores. His desperation was evident by eleven when he snapped at you for vacuuming too close to the power cable.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll be back in this weekend.” Gregory promises, narrowing his eyes and attempting to awkwardly cross his tube arms in front of his blocky shell. “Your scores aren’t safe.”

Moon rolls his eyes and brings the hand holding the candy bags up, releasing one into the bucket you’re holding. Unprepared for the sudden weight, you almost drop it. He grips the top of the other in both hands and splits the plastic seam. Then he offers it stiffly to Gregory and Cassie.

“Here. Before I change my mind. Pick what you want then scram. No licorice though.” The kids don’t hesitate, hands diving into the bag to fish out a Banana Laffy Taffy and an Almond Joy. Both of them crinkle their noses at the choice the other made. Cassie smiles sweetly and thanks Moon, starting back toward the vendor booths. Gregory also turns to leave but then gives Moon another narrow-eyed look. He brings two fingers up to his own eyes and then turns his hand so that his fingers jut toward Moon—the classic gesture for I’m watching you—then he waddles away, tube legs impeding his movement slightly.

You set the candy bucket down in Moon’s chair and turn to face him, hands coming to your hips.

“Kind of lazy, don’t you think, to just be wearing your work costume for Halloween?” you tease and flick the bell of his hat resting at his shoulder. Moon just shrugs and gives you a bored look. His thick dark eyebrows flick up.

“Yeah, and what are you suppose to be? Some sort of nerd businessman?”

“No! What? You don’t know? I’m that one guy from that show with all the other people who all do the thing together.”

The street light above you two suddenly flickers on. You look up at the sky. In the half hour or so since you had left your rental, it had already darkened to a bruising indigo. You look back to Moon and in the stark orangey light, you spot a dark reddish mark on the white half of his shirt that you didn’t see before. You peer closer and raise a finger to point out the stain just below the blue ruffle collar he wore around his neck. “Hey, you got something right there. Jeez, is that blood?”

You scan him over again, looking for any sign of injury but find nothing concerning on what two-toned skin you could see… but looking at him carefully revealed an even larger stain on the dark-side of his costume, deepening the charcoal color of the fabric to almost black.

Glancing back up, you see a strangely stiff expression frozen on his mouth. But Moon’s eyes are intense, slightly wide, trained carefully on you. A spark of something jumps in your stomach under his gaze. You look away and try to break the weird sudden energy with a joke. “You know you should really be more careful while you laze about on—“

“Last time I wore this, I killed someone.”

This statement, spoken flatly, makes you forget your awkwardness and look back at him again sharply, mouth slightly agape. A moment passes while you stare at him blankly… then two… then a small impish smile settles on your face.

“Yeah? Did you suffocate him with a balloon animal?”

“I hit him in the back of the skull with a heavy statue from his mantle,” Moon says in the same matter-of-fact tone. You’re slightly taken aback again, but then he continues steadily “And when he woke up, I smashed his knees with a bat so he couldn’t run away.”

“Ah, the ol’ Tonya Harding. Classic,” you deadpan.

Moon’s face suddenly dips down closer to yours. His eyes have widened further in somewhat alarming glee and a slow smile was beginning to stretch his lips. You jerk slightly at the sudden closeness but stand your ground, not wanting to be the first to give into this odd game.

“And I took a knife and peeled strips off him until he begged for me to kill him… then I stuck it in his throat… and watched him choke to death on his own blood.”

“Moony, my old friend—my partner in clown, brother of bells—“ You break away from Moon’s gaze to see Sun approaching, his hands gesturing in a whirling motion in the air. “I’m SURE what you’re blathering to them about is very important—BUT, I need to pull our shining Star away so that they may attend to the prize counter. Some children inside will certainly be wanting to exchange their hard-won tickets for treasures very soon—mhm!” He finishes with a hearty confident nod.

“Sun was there. It was his knife.” Moon breathes, close to your ear, then he leans back from his hunched position over you and you find you can finally take a full breath.

Sun’s jester shoes stop-short mid-step with a violent jingle and a harsh scrap. His gesturing halts and his expression freezes in a wide but strained smile. He hums a nervous, sort of giggly noise of confusion.

“I beg your pardon?” Sun asks through his teeth, head tilting at a sharp angle.

“Moon was just telling me about what you guys do in your free time. You didn’t tell me you guys were suppose to be dressed as the Killer Klowns from Down the Street. I don’t even see any blood on your costume, Sun.” This actually earns you a low devious chuckle from Moon, which makes you feel an embarrassing bloom of pride. Sun doesn’t seem to find it so funny.

His eyes flick to Moon, to you, to Moon, and then back to you, and then Moon again… and then again back to you. His smile doesn’t drop.

“Ah yes… well, you know how hard even fake blood can be to get out of clothes.” Sun says in a constrained, somewhat aloof tone. He’s staring at Moon again with a strangely pointed look in his eye. “Wouldn’t want to scare anybody with stains like that after the holiday, now would we? They’d think we were a couple of lunatics.”

“You guys are kind of nuts though, you know.” You state. This draws both their gazes to fix on you again. “You bought this place didn’t you? With its history and everything.” You stick a thumb back in the direction of the arcade. “Pretty crazy. But you turned it into a cool place.” A smile lights your face at a feeling of genuine appreciation for your current situation in life. Sure, your showers were mostly cold water and your car was probably gonna fall apart on the drive home, but you had a pretty cool job with two people whom you now considered to be more your friends than bosses.

“Aight, I’m gonna head inside now.” You pivot with a wave and turn away from Sun and Moon, feeling the heavy weight of their twin gazes on the back of your neck. The sky is now nearly black, cold, distant stars glinting. A gust of wind picks up and sends fog swirling around your legs as you enter the arcade. The air, pleasantly cool only an hour ago, now bites chillily at your exposed face and throat.

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Okay that’s all folks :D This was what I was working on most of the week. I started the first paragraph and was like “this is really hard!” then skipped to halfway through to some dialogue I knew I wanted. It’s hard to find the most efficient words to describe the scene and characters.

I’m happy with it! but I feel like it might read a bit stiff? Maybe you can tell I’ve read and watched too much historical fiction. Worry sometimes I come across a bit stuffy or old fashion-sounding.

Idk idk like I said at the beginning, it’s been a very long time since I’ve written any prose. Hope you liked it~ most probably definitely will do more, it just takes a lot of time and thought.

Please leave me your thoughts~~

[freyito]

ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ! ⨟ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ

�� pairing(s): boothill x gn reader

✩ in which: he celebrates halloween with you.

✧ a/n: i wanna do a nice little short series for a select few characters for halloween... basically the idea is . trick is the silly and annoying things they'd do on halloween and treat is the stupidly sweet and sappy things theyd do on halloween. no promise on which characters will be a part of this series! it could range from twisted wonderland to elden ring el oh el

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

→ trick or treat masterlist

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff :P, DAD BOOTHILL!!!, not proofread

✎ wc: 610

Trick

Boothill is a little shit during Halloween. If he’s able to settle down with you, you’re in for a lot of stupid scares. If you’re afraid of horror but still in the mood for some scary movies, he’s making sure you’ve got nothing to hold on to aside from him. He’s poking at your sides, trying to make you take your hands away from your eyes or look at the screen when a particularly scary scene plays. Ain’t no fun in watchin’ it alone!

He’ll find a way to drag you off to some sort of haunted house, or festival with scare actors. He’s seen so much, a few actors jumping out at him and screaming doesn’t get to him. But if it makes you flinch, even a little bit, you’re subjected to such torture. He laughs whenever you jump or swear or cover your mouth, and it makes you want to punch him in the gut right then and there. Don’t think about trying to wiggle your way out of it, he acts all sad and defeated if you don’t go out with him.

At home, he is equally annoying. Hiding around corners, staring at you from said corners until you notice, cackling when you scream, and many more. One time you woke up to him standing over you, his eye emitting an eerie red hue. Though, you still don’t know if it was because he was charging, or if he was actually messing with you.

Treat

With all that being said… if you were to scold him for all he’s done, he’s genuinely remorseful. Boothill sulks a little, but his apology is genuine. He does all the chores he can before he sets off, even takes you out to a nice dinner before Halloween, maybe a couple of drinks (but those are mainly for him). The unfortunate thing is it happens every year, but the pay off (the pampering) is just wonderful.

On Halloween night, he’s absolutely jubilant. He can’t sit still for a minute. He’s practically waiting at the door like a dog waiting for its owner to come home. He’s practically begging you for him to be the one to pass out candy to the kids. He just adores them dressed up in their little costumes, it’s like he’s a whole new man when he closes the door. All mushy over the little pirate who took one too many pieces of candy, or the princess who did a little bow before she left.

If you two have kids, he’s dressing up with them, no questions asked. Even if he ends up as a tree or a trash bag, he could care less. He loves it. He makes you take a couple photos with your phone, then like a thousand more on an old polaroid camera, so he can at least keep one with him. He also makes sure to hit all the houses. Twice. Doesn’t matter if the people at the door recognize them, Boothill’s got a way of persuasion none can beat. If he knows there’s any house giving out full-sized candy bars, he’s probably raided the bowl. He’ll leave some extra for other kids of course (while he adores his own, he’s not cruel), but his kiddos deserve the best, so they’re getting the best.

Even though exhaustion is non-existent to him now, by the end of the night, he’s all tuckered out. Crashed on the couch with your kids, a few stray wrappers he forgot to pick up before ushering the kids off to bed. Trick or treating is hard work, you know! Don’t be mad when he’s tired, he worked his behind off!

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[furidaimonia]

— ❄️ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

summary: zhongli recalls the fateful tale of when a certain snezhnayan princess was sent on a mission to liyue. fem reader. 682 words.

warnings: none

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It was another mild, serene day in Liyue Harbor. Ships glided across the sea's turquoise waters, and the market was rife with the usual hustle and bustle. Zhongli felt the gentle caress of Barbatos' breeze as he sat on the patio of the newest up-and-coming tea shop in the city, with notes of chamomile, orange, and Qiaoying's signature black blend dancing on his tongue. He watched with quiet affection as a young man proposed to his lover on the streets below, and the sun warming his face brought forth a small, content smile.

Zhongli had, admittedly, become quite fond of fading into the background and watching the lives of everyone around him play out. He felt a sense of duty to know the ins and outs of every person residing within the city he had personally fostered and protected for centuries. Off the top of his head, Little Xia would start school soon. The ship with the blue sails had caught a large haul of fish and would be allowed to stay in the harbor with their families longer once they returned -- it had been many weeks and he knew their spouses could hardly wait. Hu Tao had seen an increase in business in the past few days. Yun Jin had just completed the production of her newest play. His birthday would be approaching in the coming weeks and with it, the tide of a new year.

Preparations for the lantern rite festival had already begun, and stalls selling both materials for making and completed lanterns could be found scattered down along the waterfront. The man took another slow sip of his tea, but before he could muse further, the familiar babble and laughter of children roused him from his reverie.

"Mr. Zhongli! Mr. Zhongli!" Little Lulu called, running up to where he sat, her playmates in tow.

Zhongli made the timely decision to set his teacup down as the young girl barreled into him, wrapping her small arms around him in a tight hug. Zhongli's smile widened into a surprised grin.

"Little Lulu, how lovely it is to see that happy face. How are your parents?" he asked, gently patting the top of her head.

"Everything's great! 'Cept my daddy forgot my mommy's birthday and their anniversary. But she told me not to tell anyone!" she beamed, and Zhongli's smile faltered ever so slightly.

"Ah... I see," he chuckled awkwardly before gazing at the two other boys waiting patiently for his attention.

"What's the occasion? Surely you didn't run all across Liyue Harbor just to give me a hug."

Little Lulu detached herself from Zhongli's side as Little Fei pouted. "We were playing pirates again, but we couldn't come up with a good story... and then we remembered you're the best at telling stories, so we came and found you!"

"So it's a story you seek, is it?" He said, leaning back in his seat. "Must it be about pirates? I'm sure Captain Beidou has much better tales than I about life on the sea."

"Anything will do!" Little Fei exclaimed, crossing his arms. "We're just bored, but your stories are always entertaining."

Zhongli's lips quirked at the young boy's compliment. "Hmm... have I told you about the Rabbit on the Moon?"

The children nodded.

"I see... well then, what about the Hare and the Tortoise?"

"You've told us that one, too!" Little Meng said, coming up to lean on Zhongli's knee. "We want something new."

"Yeah! Something new!" Little Lulu parroted, jumping excitedly.

The man brought a finger to his lips as he contemplated. Something new... a story he had never told anyone before...

"Perhaps I have the perfect story after all. It took place here, in this very harbor, not far from where we sit now..."

The three children quickly drew nearby stools and took their seats before him, exchanging excited smiles.

Sensing that his eager audience was ready for him to continue, he spoke once more. "This is a story about yin and yang - the fateful crossing of paths between a princess and a god. Shall we begin?"

[daydreamer-in-training]

✨OP Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist✨

Door 11 – Luxury and Riches

Doflamingo x Reader

Word Count: 1.500+

Themes: Assasin!Reader (but its not important); fluff; christmas; a bit of hurt and comfort if you squint; Doffy is slightly touch starved; He tries to be romantic; no gendered terms used but reader wears a dress and highheels, no use of Y/N

Notes: Cute little Drabble of Doffy and his favorite assasin (reader)! Maybe a bit AU-isch? I dunno man i‘m tired. Its kinda a companion piece to Door 1. ALSO its my first time writing for Doffy and I am still very new to liking him… i blame @physics-of-one-piece . Have a wonderful day everyone. Likes and comments are always appreciated! 🫶🏻

Please note that Englisch is not my first language and i am very tired when uploaing this! Enjoy! ✨

Advent Calendar Taglist: @jintaka-hane @chibinasuu @stuckinmymind22 @eustasscapitankid @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece

You grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray as Doflamingo courted you through the ballroom towards the exit. He had chosen you as his escort for the evening and had taken you to a Christmas gala attended by the high society of the underworld.

When you entered your room after lunch today, you found the most beautiful dress on your bed, paired with an elaborate set of jewellery. Doffy has granted you a very large room, with a huge bed and an en suit bathroom, not long after you entered his live. That was an upgrade you where very much able to live with! ‘You're coming to the gala with me tonight,’ you read on a note that was next to the dress. You've been here for almost half a year now, you've been given a job as an assassin by Doflamingo. A job is all you wanted at that time, and you where good at it. You knew about his reputation when you accepted the job and you went in with the knowledge that as long as you didn't allow yourself a misstep, you were safe. But over time, you grew fond of the children, as annoying and bratty as they could be sometimes.

And supprisingly, you grew to understand Doffy more and more, by now you've been able to look behind the facade better.

Now that the evening at the gala was drawing to a close, you realised your feet were aching from the high heels and the expensive dress should be replaced by pyjamas. As lovely as the evening was, you longed for the cosiness of the villa, which was currently so festively decorated. Christmas with the Donxiqote pirates was surprisingly cosy, contrary to all your expectations.

Doflamingo hadn't spoken to you much during the evening, and even now in the limousine, he looked out of the window in silence. You looked at his hulking figure in front of you as you elegantly crossed your legs and sipped your champagne. You wondered what was going on behind his red glasses. It was the first time he'd taken you to something like this without a mission for you. Not that he hadn't shown his gratitude before, but only in the form of your generous rewards. But today he was somehow different. He hadn't let you leave his side for a moment at the party.

‘Thank you... for the lovely evening Doflamingo...’ you didn't dare to say more than a whisper because the silence was so tense. Slowly and silently, he turned to you without changing countenance. But you couldn't suppress a smile. ‘I... felt like a princess tonight...’, your cheeks turned a loveley shade of pink.

Your words made him sit up and take notice. He knew you came from a poor background, a world away from where he came from. ‘Good...’ the limousine stopped in front of his villa ‘The evening isn't quite over yet either,‘ he said and got out of the car.

After a surprised moment where you didn't move, you followed him out of the car. When you looked up, you saw that he was holding out his hand to you. ‘Come with me... I have a surprise for you’. As you took it, he strode through the front door, your aching feet making it difficult for you to keep up with the tall man. It was 3 am and everyone was asleep, what could he possibly mean?

‘Doflamingo, where are we going?’ you ask, your voice trembleing. As he led you up the stairs to the bedchambers, a stone sinking into your stomach. Did he want to end the night by getting into bed with you? Had that been his intention for the evening from the start? You didn't know him like this at all.

He didn't answer at first, as you were already at your destination, outside your room. ‘I am taking you to your room... you're getting tired,’ he explained, his gaze fixed on the door handle, which he was now pressing down. His other hand was still holding yours.

Silently, you let him lead you into your room, not quite knowing what to make of his behaviour. But your furrowed eyebrows shot up in surprise when you realised that your room has been redecorated in your absence. Next to the window stood a large Christmas tree that reached up to the ceiling and was hung with luxurious decorations. Beneath it were piles of presents adorned with silk ribbons and glittering pendants. ‘For you… As a thank you for you're good job here.‘

Doflamingo watched your reaction very closely. He loved the way your eyes widened in astonishment and your eyebrows met in the centre of your forehead in disbelief. ‘What does that mean...?’ you asked, confused. This couldn't possibly be all for you. ‘It's too much... I... I can't accept it.’

He heard your words, he new you wanted to add ‚i don‘t deserve this.‘, that what you always said, what you belived about yourself. But his upbringing as a chelestial dragon told him otherwise. You deserved everything in this room and so much more. He just wanted you to see it too. How much you are worth to him. Why can‘t you see it?!

He scoffed at your reaction. ‘Be a bit more greatful at least. And accept it as payment or something…‘. He swallowed a lump in his troad as you looked up at him with misty eyes, letting go of his hand, that you held onto until that point.

‘I'm grateful to you! It's just... I'm not used to it...’ you looked down at the floor to hide your face from him. ‘And I don't have anything for you either...’. He grunted in dismay, his gaze falling briefly to your empty hand that he had been holding until earlier. ‘There's nothing you could give me. Sleep now.’. He had disappeared out of the door so quickly that when you looked up, all you could see was his pink feather coat disappearing.

You rubbed your face tiredly, the evening was just chaotic and you were tired and had had one too many champagnes. You quickly changed out of your dress and got ready for bed. Tomorrow, when you were well rested and sober, you would talk to him about it again.

Sleep took hold of you as soon as you fell into the soft sheets of your bed. But it didn't last long. Your instincts woke you up immediately when someone opened your door and walked into your room. You sat up straight and automatically reached for your dagger, which you always kept on your bedside table. But then you paused. From his body movements, you recognised that it was Doflamingo.

Your thoughts from earlier came back to you. Did he want to sleep with you after all? ‘Do-Doffy?’ your eyes followed him as he walked around your bed. The moonlight shining through your room gave you a hint that he was wearing nothing but his pyjamapants. Little did you know, he didn‘t sleep at all, the thoughts of you keeping him awake till he couldn‘t resist anymore.

‘I did think of something that you can do for me.’ His deep voice was raspy and tired. You could feel how the matrass dipped under his weight. Your hand moved to the dagger now after all, even though the situation didn't really feel dangerous to you. You prepared yourself to counter him if he tried anything at all. He laughed softly when he saw this and leaned over you, easily taking your weapon from you. ‘Not...what you think,’ his eyes looked into yours.

Because of your tiredness, you were slow to realise that it wasn't his sunglasses you were looking at, but his eyes... His real eyes which were bright pink, even in the pale moonlight.

‘Doffy...?’ you wispered, mesmerised by this rare sight. He took advantage of your shock to lie down next to you and pull you into his arms. He felt your whole body stiffen ‘Its just this, nothing more. Just tonight... please...?’ he whispered into your hair as he wrapped his long arms around your back.

Your face was nesstled comfortably into the crook of his neck and His Bodyheat was soothing, his large arms where like a weighted blanket. He gave you a moment to adjust and give him an answer. As he heared your shy „okay, but only tonight.“, a smile graced his face. Tired and lost in this moment with you, he let his large fingers play with your hair and trailing your spine Up and down.

This Put your racing mind at ease. You would talk to him tomorrow.

As sleep finaly took both of you, you didn‘t yet know, this would become Doflamingos usual procedure to help with his insomnia.

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[wazzuppy]

A Very Tangled Halloween

(AKA what I think various Tangled characters would dress up as for Halloween 😋)

Rapunzel: The girl from The Ring. For one thing it matches the Decay Incantation, but I also just think that Rapunzel would prefer to dress scary over dressing cute. She gets to be cute every other day of the year! She wants to be SCARY for once, damnit!

Eugene: He would love any kind of cheesy matching costumes. But if he can't match with Rapunzel or Lance (which has a 50% chance of breaking his heart), he'd dress up as a sexier version of other, normal Halloween costume. Nothing too crazy or revealing, but he's definitely prioritizing prettiness over spookiness.

Pascal: There is no way Rapunzel wouldn't dress him up. I think she'd dress him as a tiny version of whatever she's going as. (Also, Eugene would be so salty over his wife matching with her pet frog instead of him.)

Maximus: NOPE. Nuh-uh! That horse is NOT dressing up— at least not without a fight. It'd take the entire castle to wrangle him into even just a festively decorated saddle, and then he'd pout for the whole night.

Cassandra: You would have to force her into dressing up. She's way too busy (and proud) to wear a costume, but if she absolutely HAS TO then it'd be something that she can easily DIY— like using some of the castle guard's uniforms to make herself into a musketeer. Just something easy but that doesn't look cheap.

Varian: He is definitely the type to come up with a LOT of costume ideas. Mad scientist is an obvious one and so is a vampire (since there's quite a bit of fanart I've seen of him as one), but I could also totally imagine him as dressing up as someone he knows. Maybe him and his dad dress up as each other one year. Oh, and he's of course dressed up as Flynn Rider more than a few times.

Lance: Like I mentioned before, Lance and Eugene are the KINGS of matching costumes. You know those two-person horse costumes that you see in cartoons? That's them. I think Lance is more willing to do an individual costume than Eugene would be, though. Lance would probably dress up as something traditionally Halloweeny— like a skeleton or pirate— and then add his own twist on it. Instead of just a skeleton, he's a cowboy skeleton. Instead of just a pirate, he's a pirate on vacation.

Red/Catalina: While she and Angry matching would be adorable, I actually don't think Red would want to do that. She also wouldn't want to be a werewolf, because that'd just be too easy. She wants to be able to stand out. I could definitely imagine her going as something that's both cute and spooky, like a ghost princess, and asking Rapunzel to help her with the costume.

Angry/Kiera: Any kind of animal and/or magical creature. She prefers the cool ones, like a dragon, but she can be convinced to dress up as something cuter if she thinks it'll get her more candy. Lance obviously helps her make the costume, and if cameras existed, he would be taking dozens of pictures of the girls and sending them to everyone he knows.

[da-rulah]

The Mayor's Daughter - Mary Goore x f!Reader [Part 3]

Summary: With the whole town coming out to celebrate the Bicentennial, you're back to playing Daddy's good little girl. Still, the lingering hurt from your last encounter with Mary simmers away inside you. But the festivities carry on, and you have to act the part.

All eyes are on you; including Mary's...

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcohol and drug usage, unwanted advances, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill as mentioned in part 2), quickie

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

A/N: Another big thank you to the wonderful @angellayercake and @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading and workshopping parts of these chapters with me. I adore you endlessly, and cannot thank you enough.

"Mare, c’mon man, that girl is practically undressing you with her eyes!” One of Mary’s friends, Davey – only named as such since his surname was Jones and he did indeed look like a pirate with a kraken for a best friend – slung an arm around Mary’s shoulders where he sat at their usual spot by the bar. Mary almost choked on the sip of beer he was taking, shoving his friend from him with an eye roll and leaning back on the bar.  

“Told ya, I’m not into her,” he warned, taking another sip from the bottle neck.  

“Why the fuck not? She’s hot as hell...” Davey screwed his nose up in disgust at Mary, shamelessly looking towards the beautiful girl in motorcycle leathers at the end of the bar who only seemed to have eyes for Mary.  

“Leave him alone, Davey... You know that ain’t his type!” Forrest – also a nickname, given to him to take the piss out of his talent in track in high school – elbowed Davey in the ribs in jest.  

“Nah, Mare only likes that ‘princess pussy’,” laughed Jed – no nickname, that actually was his name. 

“Shut the fuck up, Jed,” Mary spat, not bothering to turn his head back to his friends.  

To those around him, it was obvious he was sulking. But what wasn’t obvious, was why.  

His friends weren’t aware of his second night with you, nor did they know why he had been in such a foul mood the last few days. But Mary’s mind was constantly occupied with re-enactments of the heated exchange on your rooftop.  

He flitted between feeling hard done by, like he had done nothing wrong, and digging his heels in, telling himself it was you being the brat and giving him a hard time over nothing. More often than not, he settled on the latter – he was just too damn stubborn to admit any sort of wrongdoing, too quick to be defensive of his actions and opinions as he had to be all of the damn time.  

“What, did she ghost you, Mare?” Jed taunted with an exaggerated pout and a puppy dog voice, “the Queen of Shiba didn’t call?” 

Mary span on his bar stool, glaring at Jed. “Nah, I told you guys; not interested. Good lay, bit of excitement, but I don’t go back for sloppy seconds.”  

And there it was; the male bravado, the toxic masculinity he’d learned as a product of his environment. Frankly, he hated it. He knew what he sounded like to his own ears, and that wasn’t him. But surrounded by the only people in this town to share his interests, he had to fit in. He was so desperate to fit in somewhere.  

This Mary wasn’t a reality; this was the stereotype that he was forced to live under to get by. And that was just the problem; Mary, just like you, lived according to how people believed he should live. But even Jed didn’t believe him, his tone monotonous and his face unwavering from the stormy little look that had been perpetually carved into it since that last night with you. 

“Listen man, if she stood you up or whatever, she ain’t worth your time anyway. Girls like that are nothin’ but trouble...” Jed leaned against the bar next to Mary, who looked down at him with disgust. 

“She didn’t stand me up, you fucking ape. I’m just not a repeat offender,” he shrugged.  

“Only ‘cause no girl in their right mind would fuck you twice, Goore,” Forrest teased. He meant nothing true by it, only intending to have a laugh, some banter with his friend over a beer. But it struck a nerve with Mary. 

“Fuck you, man,” he growled, slamming his beer on the bar behind him and standing up, grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the bar stool. 

“Oh come on, I was joking!” he tried to back-pedal, but Mary had heard enough.  

“Whatever, I’m out.” Mary slunk his arms into his jacket as he pushed through his friends crowding around him, past the girl at the end of the bar who, with a sparkle in her eyes, had thought he was finally coming to talk to her – only to be disappointed when he didn’t even look at her – and out into the street where the slight chill of a late-night breeze bit at his skin.  

Mary sighed to himself, fishing in his pockets for his pack of smokes and lighter, inhaling a long drag to calm his simmering rage in his chest. As he began to walk, his mind raced ahead, down tangents he hadn’t ventured in quite some time. He’d pushed them down, ignored them and continued the facade for too long, but they were bound to come back eventually – and Forrest may just have triggered that.  

Because sure, he hadn’t ever had a long-term relationship of any kind. Flings that lasted a month tops, yes, but nothing substantial, nothing with anything real. Mary was everybody’s dirty little secret, the guy they could never take home to mother and so no one ever did. His reputation preceded him; the angry little metal head punk who got into trouble, started fights, dicked about all the time. Who on earth would want to be with a delinquent?  

But that wasn’t him. That was just what people saw when they looked at him. 

Perhaps that’s why your dismissal of him cut as deep as it had. When you looked at him, that was all you saw too. He knew he’d never given you any reason to believe he was anything otherwise – he’d screwed you in a bathroom stall and snuck into your bedroom when your parents were downstairs, for fuck’s sake – but part of him always hoped someone might see through that, read between the lines, maybe get to know him a little.  

He’d certainly been intrigued by you... 

Daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye, the town sweetheart... How dumb had he been to think a girl like you would ever see him as anything different than the rest of the world. Mary was nothing but a token fuck, a notch on your bedpost. You were experimenting, looking for a thrill in your drab little life; that’s what he told himself. He’d never be more than a dirty little secret to you.  

The more he thought about you, the more stupid he felt. It bordered on angry, realising now that while you spewed that bullshit about being put in a box, stereotyped and forced to live what essentially was a lie, you were doing exactly the same thing to him. Oh, you wanted the chance to prove you were more than your reputation? 

Well, so did Mary. But you wouldn’t give that to him, so why should he give that to you? 

Mary shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked through town, practically deserted at the late hour. He smoked and thought, mind whirring over you. He shouldn’t be stuck on this, but it bothered him. You bothered him.  

He thought there was some kind of connection there, if that last encounter was anything to go by. The way you’d held him close to you as he drove his hips into you, the way you gave in to him, trusted him... He thought you might give him a chance to show you there was more to him than just a good lay and a residual bad-boy image from his teenage years. But you gave him no such chance. 

Mary scoffed into the night, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he walked himself home. If he was going to wallow in self-pity and loathing, he wanted to do it in the comfort of his tiny little apartment with a cold beer and perhaps a joint.  

But most importantly, he wanted to do it alone.  

You were dreading tonight, as you dreaded every major event in this town that your perfect little family had to attend or host.  

The town’s bicentennial celebrations had been prepared for weeks ahead of today, and now today was the ‘big day’, as your father had been reminding you.  

“This town will remember who their mayor was on occasions such as this. It’s important, darling. You must look your best on the ‘big day’!” he had told you. You’d just nodded and smiled along, resorting to default ever since the night Mary had left.  

That reputation was so important to him. His political career was his first born, you were simply the second, less significant baby in his life. But, as the good little girl he saw you as, you dressed in the pretty red sundress you’d bought to match the red, white and blue of the occasion, did your simplistic, pretty make up and put on that dazzlingly sweet smile for the biggest event of the celebrations; the Bicentennial Fair.  

A couple of the farmers on the outskirts of town had graciously given up some of their land to host the fair, setting up a bandstand stage, fairground rides and games, some food stalls... There was to be a firework display, live music, and of course, a big speech by the reigning Mayor; a speech you would have to be on stage for, paraded as part of Daddy’s little trophy family.  

The thought of the town’s eyes on you made you feel sick. You wish no one knew you, that you were invisible. Well, not totally invisible... There was only one set of eyes you wished would see you; truly see you. 

“Darling, the car is here. Are you ready?” your father called up the stairs to you, impatience in his tone. You glanced in your mirror, one final fluff of your hair and smack of your glossed lips before you called back.  

“Coming, daddy!” 

“Ladies and gentlemen! Two centuries ago, a small settlement nestled on this land, and over the years, it has flourished into the vibrant, diverse, and thriving community we proudly call home...” 

You had to fight the scoff that threatened to rise in your throat, instead standing beside your mother with your well-practised smile in front of the crowds that flocked to the stage for your father’s opening speech. There was nothing ‘diverse’ about this community that shunned and bullied anything it deemed different. 

“As we commemorate this momentous occasion, let us take a moment to acknowledge the resilience and dedication of every individual who has played a role in shaping our town's story. From the pioneers who first set foot on this soil to the generations that have followed, each has left an indelible mark on the tapestry of our shared history!”  

While your father droned on about the achievements of the town throughout his lifetime and time in office, your eyes drifted over the crowd gathered at the stage. Near the front, you could see your friends, flirting with some of the college lacrosse boys they’d invited to hang out with you all. If you weren’t here by the demand of your father, you would slither on home the second his speech ended; no part of you wanted to hang out with the fake friends you’d never felt so disconnected from, nor the group of jock boys they were drooling over.  

If it were up to you, you’d no longer be friends with these people at all. Throughout school, they had been the ‘right’ people to hang out with, the ones that held up your image and you hung out with based on forced proximity alone, but you’d grown up since high school and college and these people were not your people. They were fickle, shallow and had no depth to them. You wanted interesting people in your life, people with substance, stimulating conversation, even something weird about them.  

Like him.  

Upon scanning the crowd past your friends, you caught sight of him near the back. He was ignoring the speech, as you’d expect, instead chatting and laughing with his friends, can of beer in hand.  

Your practised smile faltered slightly, chest tightening as you replayed how you’d left things with him the last time you’d met.  

“Don’t think we’re exactly compatible...” you’d told him. “Now you have no reason to come back.” 

You had put a hard stop on whatever was going on that night, and boy, did you regret that. Although only hooking up with him twice, you couldn’t deny the weird feeling of safety he gave you. He didn’t seem as shallow as the abundance of people in your life; he had substance, stories to tell. The first night at the bar, you’d heard a few of them... He had been trying to impress you with stories of band shenanigans or stories of pranks and borderline criminal activity but it was more interesting than hearing your ‘best friend’ Amelie droning on about how she’d let a guy spank her once – the height of excitement in her vanilla little life. 

The point was, Mary was interesting. Despite the tales he’d told you and the excitement he brought to your sexual exploits, there was more to him to unpack. You so desperately wanted to know him, even the dark parts of him. 

But you'd ruined any chance of that. 

You plastered the winning smile back onto your face, squeezing your mother’s hand as you shared a bright smile.  

“And so, tonight we celebrate the wonderful town we call our home. Please, enjoy the music, the good food, good company,” you father turned back to you and your mother with a loving smile before turning back, the crowd letting out a resounding ‘awwww’ at the ‘family man’ act, “and the fair! Please join us at 8:00pm for the fireworks!” 

The crowd clapped and cheered for him as they were programmed to do; for a moment it reminded you of that stupid movie with the minions screaming for their evil genius who wanted to steal the moon. Their loyalty to him certainly echoed that... But soon they dispersed, taking advantage of the fair, grabbing drinks and food and readying themselves for the fireworks due to start in just 20 minutes. 

“Mare, pass your lighter! Mine’s outta juice,” Jed outstretched his hand, and Mary – who had been lighting a cigarette – rolled his eyes, slapping it into his palm.  

“You brought sparklers? What are we, fucking 8 years old?” Mary laughed, expelling his first lungful of smoke.  

“Since when did we become miserable bastards? Go on...” Jed waved an unlit sparkler in Mary’s face, “you know you wanna...”  

Mary snatched it with a smirk, his cigarette flopping between his lips. He held the sparkler up, aligning the end of his cigarette and lighting the sparkler far too close to his face and yet somehow managing to do so smoothly without a burn.  

“Pretty...” he said, waving it about.  

“En-garde!” Jed shouted, pulling a ridiculous fencing pose and holding his own lit sparkler in Mary’s direction.  

“You fuckin’ idiot...” Mary laughed, joining Jed in a battle of sparklers as the first of the fireworks shot into the sky, lighting up the faces of the crowd gathered to watch.  

You stood and watched them, loud and beautiful as they coloured the dark sky. Beside you, one of the lacrosse guys was getting a little too close for comfort. He’d slunk an arm around your shoulders, your body language remaining closed off with arms folded over your chest. You think his name was Devon, and he’d been flirting with you since you stepped off the stage.  

“Pretty aren’t they, princess? Like you...” he mused, smirking down at you. You just smiled, unwilling to deny him the thought that he stood a chance with you in case it caused a scene. You’d rather all eyes were not on you tonight – at least as much as you could control.  

Your gaze wandered though, away from the firework display and over to the other side of the field, where you spotted Mary and his friends, goofing around with sparklers like unsupervised children. The smile on his face infected your own, seeing him enjoying a carefree moment of stupidity. You watched as the group battled each other like kids pretending to be pirates.  

“So fucking immature...” Devon scoffed beside you, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Trust that punk and his creepy friends to spoil a classy evening.” 

You looked at him with a scowl, already pissed off with his presence but now also by his attitude. “Oh, I don’t know. Looks like they’re having fun, at least,” you defended as you turned back to look at the group of them. 

Mary dodged a swipe from Davey, fake-stabbing Jed who stumbled over his feet and dropped to the grass feigning death. He laughed at his friends, taking another drag of his cigarette before he looked up, and his eyes fell on yours...  

Time froze. You couldn’t hear the bangs of the fireworks anymore, nor the gasps from the watching crowd. Your stomach dropped along with the smile you’d caught from Mary, your arms tightening to hug yourself and make yourself smaller, cowering from his gaze. 

Mary had been worried he’d come across you here tonight... He almost hadn’t come, but he’d been met with resistance when he tried to back out. Now he’d seen you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you... Stood there in a red dress that mocked his memories of that red lingerie you’d worn for him, another guy’s arm around your shoulder. A jock, no less.  

It stung him more than he would like to admit. Not just with another guy barely two weeks after he’d last had you, but a guy like that; one clearly better suited to your lifestyle than himself, one you weren’t ashamed to be seen with. The anger he’d been working to diminish stoked into a flame of jealousy, as if you’d committed some kind of betrayal. He wanted so desperately to look away, but while your eyes were on his, he just couldn’t do it... 

The fireworks ended, the crowd clapping but the two of you stayed locked onto each other, until Devon squeezed your shoulder, snapping you from your trance.  

“We’re gonna go on the waltzers, babe,” he grinned, the premature use of a pet name infuriating you. You’d met the guy a few hours ago, and already he believed he had some moronic claim to call you that? It didn’t feel right, didn’t sound right. You much preferred ‘doll’ anyway... 

“O-oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll go...” you stuttered weakly, turning your gaze back to Mary who still stood there, watching as Devon guided you away with a look of disgust on his face, sparkler long since extinguished in his hand.  

Mary turned back to his friends, rejoining his group and ignoring you as best he could with so much unsaid between you. Defeated, you allowed yourself to be dragged into an evening you most certainly would not enjoy. 

Mary made up every possible excuse in the book to follow you from a distance throughout the evening. At first it had been out of jealousy, yes. He wanted to know what the fuck you saw in a guy like the one constantly finding ways to keep his hands on you. As he watched your interactions from afar, he saw this guy kept inserting himself into your conversations with your friends, finding new ways to come between you and them. His hands had moved from your shoulders, to your upper arm, to your waist and down to your hips, and Mary was practically vibrating with fury. 

His friends were none the wiser, still dicking about, going on the rides and playing the fairground games. With every can of beer they consumed, they became less and less aware of Mary’s intentions, to the point where they didn’t notice when he slipped away from the group to follow yours. 

The final straw had come when you were playing one of those rigged shooting games. Rows of ducks would pass by with targets on their backs, and you had to shoot them with little pellets in order to win a prize. Your aim wasn’t very good, not that you were really trying. You could give less of a fuck about any of this, only partaking at the miserably whiny complaints from your friends about being ‘no fun’ anymore. Out of five shots, you had missed the first two. 

“I got you, babe,” Devon stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and enveloping your hands around the gun, lifting them as he lowered his chin to your shoulder to take aim for you. 

“I can do it, thanks,” you tried to tell him, but he just laughed, invading your space as he whispered into your ear. 

“C’mon, I’ve never seen a worse shot. Let me help...” 

You could feel him pressing against your back, his hips into your ass with the subtlety of a clown with air horns for shoes. Internally, you panicked... Telling him no and being adamant would cause a scene... a scene in a public place around everyone from your town. But you wanted nothing more than you shove him away from you, tell him to go fuck himself with a slap.  

Instead, you focussed on the game; the quicker you played, the quicker it was over.  

But from Mary’s perspective, his advances looked more than welcome; and it boiled his blood. 

Now alone and watching from beside a hot dog cart, Mary’s gaze had followed every tiny little move Devon had made, and seen the smug little smirk on his face when you hadn’t pulled away from him. Oh, how he wanted to smack it from him... But from where he stood, you didn’t exactly look like the ‘damsel in distress’ either. And he was no knight in shining armour... 

He felt more like a twat in tin foil, taken in by your wiles and flirtations, hoodwinked into believing for a second a girl like you would be attracted to a guy like him. Maybe that’s why you got so defensive when he asked what you saw in him? Because he’d rumbled your little game. Barbie had just been bored, and he was a new little troll doll to fool around with. 

You won, unsurprisingly. You made the last three shots with the unsolicited help of Devon, enough to earn you a small prize of a stuffed plushie resembling a lilac unicorn. You pretended you were excited, jumping about to get Devon off you and squealing with your girlfriends to divert the attention back to the group and not on you anymore. It worked, Devon folding his arms over his abnormally large chest and watching with a smug smile as you celebrated your win. 

“Uh, babe, think you forgot to thank the person who helped...” he interrupted, bending at the waist and presenting his cheek, tapping it with a finger. He expected a kiss... Your friends stopped cheering with you, now whispering excitedly at the clear flirtation they saw as a win. You, on the other hand, could barely keep the smile on your face, a sense of dread hanging over you.  

Once again, you were forced into a situation that backing out of would have more consequences than not.  

And so, hesitantly, you stepped back towards him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and mumbling a quick “thank you, Devon...” 

Mary’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning whiter than his face paints and threatening to crack like old leather from the force.  

“C’mon, I’ve got another idea...” Devon smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder again. “Let’s see which of you girls is the biggest scaredy-cat...”  

He was met with snickers from his friends, and some giggles from yours but ultimately, he got his way, and you were being dragged towards the walk-through House of Horrors to the edge of the fairground, lit up with flashing lights and pumping out organ music and evil laughter sound effects.  

Inside was filled with poorly made-up actors, cheap scares, tricks of the eye and dead-ends; exactly what you had expected. Devon let go of you to run ahead, in the hope he might find a hiding spot to jump out and yell ‘boo’ from, as was customary of primates of his low intelligence.  

You wandered through the mazes and puzzles slowly, losing the majority of your friends and hearing their screams as animatronics or actors jumped out at them ahead of you. You rolled your eyes, sick to the back teeth of their pathetic overreactions to get the boys to fawn over them.  

So, you purposefully headed in a ‘wrong’ direction, through a dizzying array of draped plastic sheets covered in dirt and fake blood, getting lost in them. The strobe lights flickered quickly, making any movement around you appear like stop-motion animation. You struggled to see much of anything at all, brief flashes illuminating the sheets around you. You thought you saw figures passing you, actors trying to scare and disorient you; frankly, it was working. As you pushed sheets out of your face, you span in every direction, losing your way and feeling more and more trapped the deeper into the sheet maze you stumbled.  

You were just starting to panic, when a hand wrapped its way around your throat from behind you, long fingers and cold metal circling your neck. 

You knew the actors in this place could touch you, but not like this...  

The rising panic in you exploded, limbs thrashing against the body behind you and squealing until a second hand slapped itself over your mouth and dragged you back through a flurry of plastic sheets until you were pushed up against a wall, your captor spinning to stand in front of you. You dropped your little unicorn plushie, gripping their wrists tightly like a knee-jerk reaction to being manhandled. 

Through the strobing lights, you couldn’t make them out in your panic, but you saw the fake blood first, as the actor leaned into your space and hovered by your ear to whisper into it. 

“Enjoying your date, Barbie?” 

Your eyes widened, your hands letting go of the wrists the held you and slapping against his arms and chest until he removed the grip on your mouth to allow you to speak. But he still had a hold of you... your neck, just like the last time... 

“Mary?!” you whisper shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The panic that had risen inside you subsided, but only slightly. You were still pinned to a wall in a house of horrors by your neck at the hands of someone you believed to be pretty fucking pissed at you after the last time you spoke. Still, an anger rose in you, triggered by the humiliation of allowing him to overpower and scare you like that. 

“Ken seems to be enjoying it,” he smirked, biting his lip, eyes watching you with mischief in his irises. 

“Not your fucking business, Goore,” you spat, “Get off me!” 

Mary backed off immediately, never one to hold you against your will. If you told him not to touch you, he wouldn’t touch you; a rule he lived by. So, his hands dropped to his pockets, and he took half a step back – still enough to keep you backed against the wall, but enough distance you could leave if you really wanted to. So far, though, he noted you made no such move. 

“Just find it funny, is all...” he scoffed, kicking his feet against the floor, lights still flickering around you both. You couldn’t get a clear look at him for longer than a split second under these strobes. 

“What?” you were getting more aggravated with every word that left his mouth. 

“You...” he looked back up at you, his face contorting into one of indignation, an anger that had been simmering away all evening. “Thought you weren’t ‘that kind of girl’. You look real comfortable in that box they’ve put you in, Barbie.” 

You wanted to be angry, but instead, hurt flashed through you like a white-hot branding iron had been shoved down your throat.  

“You don’t get to judge me on appearances, Mary...” 

“Oh, but you do? That seems fair, doll. Sitting up in your ivory fucking tower, looking down at me...” he hissed, slapping a palm to the wall beside your head and leaning over you. In the flashing lights, he looked more menacing than you’d ever seen him... His body was so close to yours, the heat of his anger emanating from him and working its way across you. You could smell cigarettes, leather and beer as his face hovered above you, that cologne from last time missing from his skin.  

“I didn’t ask for this, my frie-” Mary didn’t let you finish. 

“You looked pretty cosy to me, Barbie.” 

“Fuck you...” you spat, defiant and trying to appear as if his words weren’t affecting you, but how could they not? He was doing exactly what you had accused him of, judging you like everybody else. And with him looming over you, so close, so furious, it was hard to think straight at all... Caught between the instinct to slap him and run, or to pull him closer until you could feel all of him again. 

Mary threw his head back in almost maniacal laughter, slapping the wall from the hilarity of a joke you seemed to have missed.  

“Yep, fuck me. That’s all I'm good for...” he howled, making your brow furrow. What the hell did he mean by that? “I bet you still think about it, huh?” His eyes fell back onto you, running down your features, your neck, your body and back up again. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” you denied. And it was denial, because yes, you did. Of course you did... Mary was the first and only guy to pay any attention to the fact you had any needs at all besides his own, the first to make you feel that strange, unwavering safety... 

“Sure you do. Those thoughts that linger in that pretty little head of yours... Daddy’s little girl, rebelling against him to fuck the town screw up,” he taunted, leaning down to exaggerate every syllable. “You still think about me, darlin’. I can tell.” 

You wanted to protest, to smack him and tell him he was being vile, no better than any other man who laid any kind of claim to you. The only issue was, a part of you had let him claim you. Part of you was his the very first time you let him in. Even now, the blush on your cheeks and the fluttering in your groin were indisputable. You thought of Mary every time you had a moment alone, every time you wanted to talk to someone with a personality, every time you touched yourself since...  

You’d driven yourself wild with the desire to have him again, let alone the desire to talk to him, to scream at him or apologise to him or something, anything. But no matter out of hatred, lust, longing or loneliness, he’d been there; a constant figure in your mind.  

You squirmed under him, thighs pressing together and body sinking against the wall as you dared to look him in the eye. His gaze felt like that of a predator stalking its prey, made all the more foreboding by the intermittency of light. 

“Tell me you don’t want that fucking cocksucker...” he growled. You hesitated, chest rising and falling in anxiety. 

“I-I... don’t want... that cocksucker,” you stuttered. You’d forgotten how to breathe, how to blink. Mary. Mary. Mary. That’s all your mind knew.  

“Tell me you want me, doll...” Your heart raced in your chest as Mary’s lips hovered above your exposed neck, warm breath fanning over the skin and raising goosebumps that he most certainly noticed.  

If you refused to say it, he’d back off. If you truly didn’t want him, he would walk away and never approach you again. And you knew that.  

The thought terrified you. 

“I... Mary,” you whined, laying your head back against the wall. How badly you wanted to say it, to tell him you wanted him. You did, so much. But that anger lingered in you, that hurt... He only saw you as the Mayor’s Daughter, the princess in her ivory tower – he'd said it himself.  

“Say you want me, doll...” His lips had moved to linger above your collarbone. “Please...” 

Above the sound effects of the house of horrors – the creaking of doors, the screams and rips of chainsaws, the ghostly cackles and ghoulish taunts – you barely heard him, hardly above a whisper. But the way he begged... If you dared to look down at him, to see the visible pain on his face, it might have broken you. You didn’t know why he sounded so strained, so full of despair, but you were sure you were not meant to have heard that. 

“Mary... look at me...” you told him, your hands cupping his cheeks as he took a deep breath in, raising his head. There was a strange vulnerability to him, one that you’d only seen brief flickers of in the past. “I-I want... I want you.” 

Mary’s face hardened, a rumble travelling up from his chest, his throat, and ripping from his lips with a snarl; the predator catching its prey.  

His body pinned yours to the wall behind you, his lips crushing yours in a frenzied kiss. No longer in the safety of your bedroom, you were forced to resort to desperate measures, unable to take your time with each other tonight. If you wanted each other, here and now, it had to be quick. It had to be quiet.  

But neither one of you could deny you needed each other, your bodies both so reactive. Mary’s free hand instinctively found your thigh, lifting it to his hip to press his heavy erection to your core so you could feel how much he needed you. Your muscles tensed at the feeling, your core clenching as if beckoning for him. Your fingernails dug into his hair, pulling him so tightly against your lips that they could bruise.  

The hand that kept him balanced against the wall behind your head dropped to push between you both, flattening against your mound beneath the skirt of the sundress you’d chosen tonight. Mary felt the damp stain against his skin and growled into your mouth, his tongue swiping against yours in time with the way his palm ground down into your clit.  

With no time to waste, he shoved the fabric to one side, sliding his fingers through your arousal and circling your clit as he bucked his bulge into the back of his hand. He parted his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and groaning quietly as his jaw went slack from the friction in his jeans. You hooked your leg around his hip tighter, pulling him against you to encourage him to push those damn fingers inside you already.  

He obliged eagerly, slipping two inside – his rings only adding to the sensation – and curling instantly, meeting minimum resistance. You curled in on yourself, biting your lip to hush the moan that so desperately wanted to slip past. Despite the horror track on repeat around you, you really, really didn’t want to be caught like this... mostly because you didn’t want this to end yet. 

Mary worked you open expertly, having learned your body and what made you tick, committing you to memory. With every thrust of his hand and curl of his fingers, your chest barrelled forwards into him, forehead pressing into his as your lips chased his – except neither of you were coherent enough to kiss the other, jaws slack with heavy breaths taking over as your minds clouded with lust. 

“M-Mary... oh fuck, please...” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Mary just nodded dumbly, retracting his fingers and sucking them into his mouth without hesitation, needing to clean them off quickly. He fumbled with his belt and zipper, pushing them down just barely enough to release his weeping cock, so painfully hard his tip glistened a deep red shade. 

“I’ve got you, doll...” he muttered, quickly lining himself up with your core and pushing himself inside until his hips lay flat against yours. So much thicker than two of his fingers, the stretch burned a little, both of you moving too fast to take your time with foreplay but you could care less; you needed him now, and you weren’t willing to compromise.  

You gripped the lapels of his leather jacket – the very same you’d stolen and given back to him – and held on tight as his hips began rocking against you. Both of his hands fell to your thighs, gripping you so tight you figured he would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Fuck, you hoped he would.  

With his hips he pinned you to the wall, lifting both thighs to wrap your legs around his waist and drive home over and over again while you held on tight. He buried his head in your neck, kissing, sucking, licking, biting at the skin as he lost himself in you. You felt like you were being mauled by a starving animal, the heat of your bodies and the swell of pleasure in your core only adding to the rabid way in which you let Mary take you. The way you grabbed at each other, held each other as close as possible proved how utterly entranced you were, and it frightened you. 

It scared you how much you seemed to need him, like he was the most addictive drug on the face of the earth. It scared you how much you had missed him, like a gaping wound had been left when you’d pushed him away and now that he was here, and he still wanted you, it was finally healing. It scared you to think that it could all disappear again, that if you let your death grip on him go, he would walk away for good.  

You couldn’t focus on that right now; you couldn’t focus on much of anything, in fact. All you could do was thread your fingers in Mary’s hair, gritting your teeth to stop the moans and screams that threatened to permeate the sound effects repeating from the speakers around you. Through the flashes of the strobe lights, you could just make out Mary’s expression of pained bliss. His eyes were screwed shut, features etched into a permanent growling expression. He pounded into you mercilessly, finding an angle that had the both of you losing your minds.  

“Fucking hell, I can’t... I won’t last, doll...” he warned, out of breath but unwilling to slow his hips. He was too far gone, needing release just as badly as you. 

“Don’t care, just... don’t stop!” you whined, pulling him by his hair to kiss him violently again. You just needed him.  

Mary wasn’t having it though; he would not be responsible for just his own orgasm tonight. He didn’t follow you in here to take what he wanted from you. Truthfully, he had no idea what had fuelled him to follow you in here except a burning desire to confront you, a force propelling him to get some sort of answers out of you. But the only question he needed answering was ‘do you want me?’ And now he certainly knew that you did. 

Securing your legs around his waist, his snuck one of his hands between you and pressed his fingertips to your clit as he fucked into you. In the position you both were, it was awkward and difficult, his fingers pressing to your sensitive clit hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain, but it was what you needed, and soon enough, you felt yourself hurtling towards a powerful and uncontrollable orgasm...  

“M-Mary!” you cried, trying so damn hard to keep your voice down, “d-don’t go...” 

“No, no no no I’m right here. Goin’ nowhere, doll. I’m here,” he assured you. “Come on, finish for me. I got you.” 

You let go, crashing your lips back to his if only to muffle your cries, too much pressure to allow your lips to move together at all. Your orgasm hit you violently, limbs spasming and muscles contracting as your mind sparked and short circuited. If Mary hadn’t been holding you up, you’d have slid down the wall to the hardwood floor beneath you, gasping for air.  

But Mary wouldn’t let you go, especially not when he was seconds away from climax himself. Your body contracting around him and the clenching of your walls on his cock had him losing any composure he’d mustered. Before he knew what he was doing, he was cumming inside you, filling you so full of his essence.  

He pushed his body to lean against yours, propping you both up on the wall as you came down together from the powerful high. The speakers muffled your heavy breaths as you both learned to control them, the flashing lights offering some kind of privacy amongst the plastic sheets that concealed you against the dead end to the maze. 

When the fog began to clear, you allowed yourself to look at Mary in front of you, dripping sweat from that spike of hair he called a fringe, his make-up patchy and shining with each flash of light. Unsure of what to do or say now, you opted for awkwardly tracing your fingers over his make-up, avoiding his eyes that watched you intently.  

“Are you, um... You okay?” he asked, gently setting your feet on the floor and moving his hands to your waist as he pulled his hips away from yours, leaving you feeling empty. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had stuck to your forehead from the humidity of the both of you, before adjusting your panties back to where they should sit, and tucking his softening length back into his jeans.  

“Yeah... I’m okay,” you half smiled, awkwardly readjusting your dress and feeling the uncomfortable feeling of Mary leaking from you... “You?” 

“Y-yeah, I mean...” He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. “Guess I got carried away.” You reached up to take his wrist from behind his head, entwining your fingers with his instead. He watched you closely, unsure what to say. 

“I don't mind,” you smirked, “I’m glad, even. I think... maybe we both needed that.” Mary smiled, avoiding your gaze again and nodding while he fiddled with your fingers between his.  

“We should, um... probably get out of here. Before your friends come looking for you, I mean.” He was right, eventually they’d come back for you, thinking you’d got lost in one of the mazes in the house of horrors. You’d rather they didn’t catch you holding hands with Mary Goore; you weren’t willing to try and explain that to them. “You hungry? There’s like, a hot dog cart out there and some taco trucks, maybe if you-” 

“I can’t...” you interrupted him, your smile faltering. You couldn’t walk out of here with him. You couldn’t be spotted at the damn bicentennial fair with Mary. Your father was here somewhere, his goons, people from the town... If they saw, it would be bad. It would be so bad. “We can’t, Mary.” 

 An uncomfortable silence settled over you, Mary’s expression turning to one of hurt, his face paling. He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hand only to run it over his face as he shook his head. 

“Wow. Yeah, okay.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just-” 

“No, no, I get it,” he held his hands up, taking a step back from you. “I wouldn’t wanna be seen with me either.” 

“Mary, please-” you stepped towards him, but he took another step back.  

“No, y’know what? You’re... you’re unbelievable,” he sneered. “You wanna claim you’re stereotyped, you’re so fuckin’ hard done by? Maybe if you don’t wanna be judged on appearances, you should learn not to do it to other people.”  

His face was one of thunder, quickly defensive again. But you saw why now... It took Mary spelling it out for you to see; you were doing to him the very thing you’d accused him of. Your own medicine certainly tasted bitter... 

“Mary, I’m sorry, but my father is here!” you tried to protest, only managing to rub salt into the wound. Tears stung at your eyes, the panic that Mary was slipping away again setting in. You didn’t feel lonely with Mary. You could be in a crowd of people who all knew your name, and still feel alone. But not with Mary. Yet he was slipping away again.  

“This ain’t fair. You can’t just... pick and choose when it’s acceptable to be around me!” he raised his voice, and you stepped toward him again to shush him, worried someone might hear and find you... Mary saw this as further confirmation you were ashamed to be seen with him, lifting his arms out of your grasp and stepping back another step. “No! I’m tired of being everyone’s dirty little secret.” 

Before you could make another move or think of anything to say in your defence, Mary turned and walked through the plastic sheets, swatting them harshly out of the way until he disappeared from your view, leaving you stood alone in the flashing lights and special effects, tears staining your cheeks and a sob caught in your throat. 

You were alone again.  

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[pixiedust-poppers]

What do you mean Disneyland Paris had a pirate and princess festival.

[sloanesallow]

G.O.U.S.

Happy Halloween! Just a silly little thing I wrote because I wanted to put Sloane in a Princess costume and Sebastian as the Dread Pirate Roberts. Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) Tags: Gratuitous references to The Princess Bride.  1.6k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

Siobhan should know better than to follow a boy she hardly knows into something called the Forbidden Forest, alone. If her father knew (and she prays he doesn't find out about what else she's been up to with said boy), she'd be forced on the first train back to Nottingham, never to be out of his sight again. But Papa Sloane is three hundred miles away, and Sebastian's lopsided smile is too endearing to refuse.

The invite originally came a few days prior, a nonchalant mention of a Halloween gathering in the woods—a Slytherin affair that some of the older Hogwarts students opt for instead of the festivities in Hogsmeade. It is Siobhan's first opportunity to attend a party with her peers, so she agrees to be Sebastian's plus-one.

It is also the first Halloween she's dressed up for since she was young, a last-minute princess costume put together with the help of her Hufflepuff housemates. The dress is Poppy's from the previous year—a Renaissance style with long sleeves and a billowy skirt, which Sacharissa charms pink. The girls don't let Siobhan leave the common room without magically altering her hair into soft golden waves that fall past her shoulders. She isn't one to care much about her appearance, but tonight, Siobhan can't help but feel pretty.

Sebastian meets her in the courtyard after sunset, dressed head-to-toe in black, a mask obscuring the top half of his face, cloth covering his hair, and a sheathed sword hanging from the belt around his waist. He looks rather dashing, even if she can't quite tell what he's supposed to be dressed up as. After complimenting her costume, he boldly clasps her hand in his gloved one and leads her down the darkened path.

"This way."

A half-hour later, however, Siobhan's excitement wanes. The woods are forbidden for a reason, and the eerie sounds that echo beyond the treeline send a shiver up her spine. It's dark, with the full moon their only guiding light. She wants to trust Sebastian, but there's a lingering fear in the back of her mind that he's taken advantage of her naivete. When he slows their pace, she pulls away to observe their surroundings. Everything still looks the same as it has for the last several meters; tall trees, tangled vines, and thick shrubbery that obscure the forest floor.

Sebastian, meanwhile, is unphased. "It's not that bad."

When he notices her bewildered, unamused expression, he shrugs. "Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."

In the distance, an unknown beast howls, and her pout deepens. He sighs, clasping her hand again before leading them through the rugged terrain.

"I think we're lost," Siobhan says, not moving from the spot.

Still, Sebastian gives her arm a little tug and grins as if they are walking through Honeydukes instead of a haunted forest. "We're only mostly lost."

Reluctantly, she continues with him, realizing she's better off staying with Sebastian than trying to find her way back to the castle. She nibbles on her bottom lip, quickening her stride to match his. When another ominous sound echoes through the night, she flinches, grasping his arm with her free hand.

"Don't worry, princess," Sebastian comforts, squeezing her hand. "I'll keep you safe."

Siobhan feels her face go hot, but doesn't move away. He guides her through the brush, pulling aside branches and pointing out large tree roots so she won't trip. The journey has dirtied the hem of her dress, but he is quick to reassure her again.

"Nothing a little cleaning charm won't fix."

When they come across more swampland, Sebastian plucks Siobhan off the ground before she can protest, one arm tucked under her knees and the other around her waist. She holds onto his shoulders, sucking in a breath at the proximity of his face to hers. She's only known Sebastian for a short while and is still not completely used to how familiar he is with his touch, but is too shy to tell him to stop, wondering if she even wants him to.

The mask he wears accentuates his eyes, and she stares, trying to decide if they remind her more of chocolate or coffee. He notices with a smirk, and her cheeks flush with heat all over again. Siobhan breaks the tension before he can say or do anything else.

"You haven't explained what you're dressed as."

Sebastian is momentarily surprised as if he expected her to say something else. "Why, I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts."

"...who?"

"The Dread Pirate Roberts," he repeats, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval at her lack of recognition. "He's not a man to be trifled with."

Siobhan doesn't hide her confusion. "Is this another wizarding tale I'm unfamiliar with?"

"Not at all," he protests, shaking his head. "The Dread Pirate Roberts is a very real person."

"But who is he?" she asks again.

Sebastian places her down once the forest floor evens out again and waves his arms in a flourish. "Why, he's me!"

Siobhan remains perplexed. "I...don't follow."

"Let me explain," he starts, grasping her hand once more as they continue along the path. "I learned about the Dread Pirate Roberts in my first year and thought it was a made-up tale, too. Some cautionary story they tell students so they don't go off exploring on their own—as if that would stop me. Instead, I started patrolling the Feldcroft harbor, wondering if any of the ships in the distance were actual pirates."

"I thought it was all hogwash until one summer evening I was captured and taken aboard."

"You were captured?" she is alarmed by his cavalier tone. "Weren't you frightened?"

Sebastian grins. "Sweetheart, I'm never frightened."

"But that's when I met him, Roberts, that is," he continues with a shrug. "Perhaps he took pity on me or was so impressed by my tenacity that he decided to keep me on as his valet. He said I could try for the night, but that he'd most likely kill me in the morning."

Siobhan blinks in disbelief. He has to be leading her on, right?

"All summer he said that, 'good night, Sallow. Good work, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' It was a fine time for me, all things considered," Sebastian explains. "Better than being cooped up with Uncle Solomon, if he even noticed my absense. I was learning to duel, and spells anyone on board was willing to teach me."

"Roberts and I eventually became friends," he says with a fond smile. "And then it happened."

"What?" Siobhan asks. "Go on."

"Well, Roberts had grown so rich, that he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret," he pauses to scoop her up again and she is so transfixed on his story that she doesn't care. "'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts', he said. 'My name is Ryan. I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts, either. The real Roberts has been retired for fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia."

"He explained it was the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. I doubt students would be fearful of someone called the Dread Pirate Cumberbun."

Siobhan furrows her brows in concern. "But you were just a child!"

"Thirteen, yes," Sebastian nods. "Which is why I wasn't exactly ready to leave my life behind. There was Anne and Ominis...not to mention Hogwarts. I'm not sure my parents would approve of me abandoning my schooling to live on the high seas as a pirate wizard."

"Roberts reluctantly let me go but insisted on me keeping the story alive," he says, placing her down again and brushing an errant lock of hair from her face. "So, what do you think?"

Siobhan refrains from calling him a loony and simply smiles. His gloved fingers linger by her cheek and she steadies herself, holding her breath again when his gaze darts from her eyes to her lips and back. Just as he dips his head closer, there's some rustling from the nearby brush, and a giant, unidentifiable beast lunges out in a dark blur. She lets out a startled scream as it tackles Sebastian to the ground, snarling as the two wrestle in the dead leaves.

In a panic, Siobhan grabs a large, club-like branch from the forest floor and smacks it against the beast's back until it rolls off of Sebastian with a groan. What she thought was a rabid monster turns out to be Garreth Weasley, wearing a hideous costume.

"Oi!" he shouts, raising his arms in defense. "It's only me!"

"Bloody hell, Weasley," Sebastian curses, out of breath as he pushes himself off the ground. "What in Merlin's name was that for? And what the hell are you dressed as?"

Garreth remains sprawled out. "A rodent of unusual size."

Before he can say anything else, Poppy Sweeting rushes down the path, the sparkly enchanted wings on her back leaving a trail of pixie dust.

"There you two are!" she shouts as she approaches. "We got worried when you didn't show up to the party!"

"We got lost," Siobhan explains, glancing at Sebastian.

"Mostly lost," he corrects, adjusting his costume with a smirk.

Garreth bounces upright and claps him on the back, gesturing to where they need to go. The two boys bicker about directions while Poppy looks at Siobhan with a curious expression. "Did we interrupt something?"

Siobhan shakes her head, knowing her blush says otherwise. Her friend links their arms and starts to describe the caramel-flavored butterbeer being served at the party. A few paces ahead, Sebastian looks over his shoulder at Siobhan, the two sharing a small smile. He winks, and her heart flutters—perhaps the Forbidden Forest isn't so bad, after all.

[yandere-paramour]

Hi! Oh my goodness I missed asking questions…But now I’m going to! And one question that has been on my mind is what the yanderes do for Halloween since it is spooky month and also my birthday was 2 weeks ago on the 1st! Anyways that’s all

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY CAMMIE!! I missed you :)

Atalanta unfortunately has a gala to go to. The annual city Halloween gala that she is required to go to every single year. She hates it and wishes she could get out of it, but it generates a lot of revenue for the city and it's her duty. And because you will be a Montclair, it's your duty too. Atalanta always gets the city's fashion college to make her costume (and part of the money is donated to the college), and they will make your costume too. You can pick whatever you like as long as your costumes match like a knight and her princess, pirates, Gomez and Morticia. The costumes are GORGEOUS, and they make you both look amazing. You spend the night eating expensive treats and fending off socialites who are trying to suck up to you. It's not super fun but Ata promises she will make it up to you.

Vivien goes out on the town for Halloween. By this, I mean he mans the flower shop. Every Halloween Night on Main Street where the shop is, the suburb part of the city does a little party/festival for kids and families. Every shop/store has candy and a little activity set up (Vivien does flower crowns), and the street is blocked off so everything is safe for the kids. There is food and music and everyone is dressed up. It's a super cute family-friendly event, and Vivien would LOVE if you came to help him out with it. You both can dress up as flower fairies (to match the shop), and you can assist him with showing toddlers how to use their tiny hands to weave flowers together. His shift isn't even the whole time so you both can leave halfway through to enjoy the rest of the night listening to music and dancing, eating amazing street food, and generally having a great night. In my opinion, this is the best Halloween night ever.

Y'all know Noelle hates letting you go outside, so she's going to have to put on an activity so fun and interesting that your sweet little mind will be so entertained and happy that you won't even think of going out. Of course, she's getting you a costume. She might even encourage you to sew/make your own costume to keep you busy the whole month of October. She will order lots of treats for you both to snack on and get some candy for the few trick-or-treaters who might come by your door. You and Noelle will spend the evening doing a cute little activity like carving pumpkins or playing a silly game or painting monster rocks while you watch scary movies. It's a very nice and cuddly night, and Noelle lets you have as many treats as you want.

[starborncoven]

DIONYSUS

Welcome to the divine assignment of the month! This February we want to celebrate with wine, in nature, wildly and with as much pleasure as possible. Therefore, here we have: DIONYSUS

Dionysus is the god of wine, madness, vegetation, pleasure, festivities and frenzy. Son of Zeus and Semele, married to Ariadne. There were two ways of representing him in art: as a middle-aged man with a beard, or as an effeminate young man.

His attributes are the thyrsus, a cup and a crown of ivy; and his sacred animals are the panther (sometimes leopard), the tiger, the bull and the serpent. He used to be accompanied by satyrs and maenads. The color most associated with him is purple.

The most important and well-known places of worship of this god are Naxos and Thebes, where his most renowned temples are located.

One of the best known myths of Dionysus is that of his birth. Zeus and Semele, princess of Thebes, conceived Dionysus. Hera, filled with jealousy, convinced the princess to ask Zeus to appear before her in his true form, in all his glory.

Zeus, obliged to comply with this request, did so, and Semele was burned to death by his form and lightning. Luckily, the god was able to recover the baby's body and sewed it in his thigh, where he could finish forming until he was born. Then, depending on the source, Zeus gave the child to Hermes, in other versions to Persephone or Rhea, and they gave it to Dionysus' aunt and her husband: Ino and Athamas. They convinced the couple to raise Dionysus as if he were a girl.

However, Hera's jealousy caused her to drive them both mad, causing them to kill their own children and then themselves. Zeus, to save Dionysus, turned him into a ram and took him to the nymphs of Mount Nyssa, where they raised him in a cave.

Nowadays, Dionysus has been associated as the patron saint of trans and androgynous people, due to the fact that he was raised partly as a woman and was associated with male and female characteristics in antiquity.

Other associations of Dionysus are theater and choral singing. In fact, during his festivities tragedies and comedies were performed, and the plays dedicated to the god had choral singing and dancing.

Dionysus is a god with multiple epithets and myths, all of them important to understand his changing character and his relationship with the other gods. Although some associations and relationships between them are more recent, such as the comparison between Dionysus and Apollo in Nietzsche's studies.

He is also a god known for driving mortals to madness, as he has myths in which his vengeance against those who go against him is shown in great detail. Such as the myth of Pentheus of Thebes or the Tyrrhenian pirates.

Now, what can be worked with this god? Mental health (please also remember to go to mental health professionals) is one of the aspects that can be best worked with Dionysus. Inhibition, the understanding of personal pleasures, the knowledge of your limits, the contradiction between what is socially correct and your vices or desires... He is a perfect god for shadow work and to delve into our wildest side and rooted to the most primitive pleasure, including leisure.

He helps you to express yourself, to find a way to show who you are in every step you take, to speak out and give your opinion no matter who hears it, etc. But he also helps with theater, acting, choral music (share with Apollo and the muses), etc.

Offerings to Dionysus can be grapes, wine, participating in plays or going to see them, being indulgent in your leisure time and in what you desire, honey, ivy leaves, cups, purple candles, hymns, handwritten prayers, one could even make a pact with him in self-pleasure (such as masturbation), purple crystals such as amethyst, and many more offerings.

And that’s the end of the thread! 🍇

[hyde-nseek]

Link never liked attention.

Most of the time, he scraped by in classes and did just enough to move on in the academy. He was the son of everyone, but enjoyed his time alone on his loftwing. But after the Wing Ceremony, he gained more and more attention, first from Headmaster Kaepora (the only one who knew about the sacred sword choosing Link), then the rest of the knights, and eventually all of Skyloft. It became too much after rumors spread about him being the Youth from the Goddess's prophecy. "The Hero of Earth and Sky," they called him. That's when he and Zelda decided to start anew on the surface.

Link never liked attention.

Of course, Princess Zelda was a good friend, so he didn't mind her. But everyone else in Hyrule Town? He couldn't care less about. But when the Picori Festival arrived, things started to change. He set out to restore the Picori Blade, and along the way, he found friends. He even fused Kinstones! The whole town knew him and wanted to help him out however they could. It was too much for him. So after saving Zelda and sealing Vaati, he went into the woods to find some kind of peace and quiet.

Link never liked attention.

Looking back, someone else could have pulled the Four Sword and saved Zelda just as well. He shouldn't have volunteered to go to the sanctuary. Now, every fairy in Hyrule knew his name. They showered him in rupees and other gifts. It became too much for him. Sure Hylians were annoying, but fairies were so much worse. He never saw another fairy after his adventure. He kept himself company just fine, thank you very much.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being just another Kokiri, living a normal life in the shadow of the Great Deku Tree. Instead, he was called by destiny to travel across time and the entire Kingdom of Hyrule. Everything depended on him, and everyone was watching. So when Zelda offered to send him back in time, he agreed.

No one in Termina knew his name, and he liked it that way. He could wear any kind of mask, disguise himself as much as he wanted. No one knew the true Link, the tortured soul behind the most powerful mask in the land. Until he called the giants. Then everyone knew him. He was the Hero of Time once again. So he left. Partings came more naturally to him than greetings.

Link never liked attention.

His first taste of it was when he helped Zelda escape Aghanim. All of a sudden, he went from the nephew of a knight to Hyrule's most wanted. Of course, he had a mission to save Hyrule from Ganon. That problem could wait.

Before he knew it, he was the Hero of Legend, and was sent away by the Triforce to unknown lands. He enjoyed anonymity for a couple of days before saving the world twice, three times, and once again for good measure.

The one place that truly felt like home was Mabe Village, but it was too good to be true. All of it was merely a figment of imagination. Not even his own dream. And the one he truly started to love was gone. No one saw Link return to Hyrule.

Link never liked attention.

Honestly, he never imagined getting any sort of fame. He was just some kid on an island far from the center of the Great Sea. But after saving Aryll, he knew that someone would have to get rid of whatever was lurking under the waves. He became the Hero of Wind because no one else would. And he left the Great Sea as fast as he could.

The pirates treated him like family. He liked Tetra a lot too. They never treated him as anything more than another member of the crew. And he liked it. So when they founded New Hyrule, he was okay with being a King, but only because he was never seen as one.

Link never liked attention.

And Ravio kept giving it to him. So he left his own home and didn't come back except for the few times he needed to "rent" an item. It was annoying, but at least Lorule was saved. And he didn't need to see him in his house again.

And when the rest of Hyrule began calling him the "New Hero of Hyrule," he left for a new land. But once again, adventure followed him and Link got caught up in the dealings of Hytopia. He never thought there'd be an escape from the attention. He tried to never be heard from again. Maybe both kingdoms would eventually forget him.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being a part of the small Ordon Village. But when Twilight came, he seemed to be the only person who could do something about it. So he followed Midna and saved Hyrule. He went from a farm hand to the Hero of Twilight in a matter of weeks. After saving the Princess, he could never be anonymous. The only place that felt safe from peering eyes was Ordon.

Link never liked attention.

All he wanted to do was be a conductor. And then he was called to the castle. And then he had to keep Zelda safe. And then he had to save New Hyrule. And then he had to defeat a demon king... None of that was what he liked. He didn't ask to be a hero, not really. All he wanted to do was be a conductor.

Link never liked attention.

Attention was dangerous. He survived by being a shadow. But when Impa was in danger, he couldn't stand by and watch. And when he heard about Zelda, he couldn't let Ganon get away with it. That's when Ganon's army noticed him, and things got dangerous.

With a target on his back, he had nothing to lose. He left the Eastern Palace and looked for the Triforce of Courage. And Ganon's followers were as persistent as ever. He feared that it would be like this forever.

...

Link never liked attention.

And yet everyone had their eyes on the Princess's chosen knight. The one with the darkness-sealing Sword on his back. The pressure was too much for him. Everyone knew, everyone expected him to defeat a Calamity that hadn't even arrived. And when it did...

He was free to be whoever. Except for a few people, he was only seen as another traveler. Of course, he had a mission. There was a darkness to seal and a princess to save, but who was really watching? No one but the wild.

All of that changed when Zelda fell into the Depths. Everyone was looking for him, and he didn't care at all. Sure the attention was overbearing, but the wild was still there. He had friends that saw him as more than the Hero of Hyrule. As long as Zelda was safe... he could handle it just a little longer.

Still, Link didn't like the attention.

[dailyadventureprompts]

any ideas for a druid villain who isn't a pro-environmentalism "extremist" who opposes the #just'n'kind authorities and such? i'd like to do one but honestly most suggestions are just to make a fantasy anti-civ unabomber and idk im not too crazy about the concept

Villain: The Eelmonger

While the scholars debate whether it is nature, society, or fate that makes a person cruel, remember my student that none of these things are kind or fair to most whom they govern. -From the diaries of Tarraji, country tutor

Hooks:

Every year a great festival is held across the kingdom to honour the queen's birthday, a tradition started by the previous rulers to celebrate the long-sought birth of their first heir, but maintained by the current sovereign as a means of sharing a little of her prosperity with her subjects, the crown footing most of the bill for the event. This year, just as people (and the party) are crowding into the rivermarket to enjoy the festivities, a horde of grotesque aquatic monsters surge from the water to rampage through the town.

Two days later when the last of the beasts is either slain or driven off, word arrives that similar attacks have occurred all up and down the central waterway, paralyzing the realm's economy and making travel tremendously dangerous. The party could go hunting the worst of the rivermonsters, or they could sign up to protect a daredevil merchant's cargo and make a small fortune crisis trading.

Along with all this chaos an old threat reemerges, pirates with a long hatred of the realm trawling for plunder in the wake of the rampage. Apparently exempt from the wrath of the seabeasts that still lurk in the rivers and canals, they fly a new flag bearing images of sharp-toothed eels, and sing songs in praise of an unseen master.

Dressed like a peasant and exalted by outlaws, the enigmatic figure known only as the Eelmonger has emerged seemingly from nowhere to overthrow the realm and topple the queen from her throne. Who is she? Why her unprecedented attack? How is she able to turn the great predators of the deep into warbeasts bent to her aims? Among all the uncertainly all that can be known is that she has seemingly declared war against the realm, and will not stop till the queen and any who support her have been reduced to meals for the ocean's scavengers.

Background: Sha's parents thought it was very lucky for their daughter to be born under the same stars as the crown princess, as in the old traditions of the kingdom such "celestial siblings" were thought to share their fortunes, and as poor fisherfolk eking out a meagre living from the sea that fortune was dearly needed. As Sha Grew however it became apparent that the stars played a cruel game of favourites, and whatever luck the oneday queen was given was taken in equal portion from Sha's own: The day the princess was thrown from her horse and rose mirraculously unharmed was the day Sha tumbled over the side of her family's boat in a calm sea and somehow broke three bones, the announcement of the king's recovery from the brittle sickness reaching Sha's village the same day they put her long-ailing father in the ground.

These transgressions were manifold, too obvious and cruel to be mere happenstance, and over the years and the grand festival-birthdays Sha's resentment at her distant royal sister and the injustice of fate filed her sharp and cold as a gutting knife. Things paradoxically got a little better during the pirate wars, when those foreign fleets took the town she lived in as their fortress, burning and pillaging many other settlements along the coast and great river. Sha, now a woman grown, felt her fortunes had reversed, as the pirates were all to happy to pay for her catch with handfulls of stolen coin, and her expertise with local cuisine saw her elevated to the position of landbound galleycook, feeding whole crews of cutthroats in between their inland raids.

It was not to last however, after a few brutal years on the defensive, the princess and her allies rallied and launched an offensive that shattered the invader's fleet and ousted them from the lands they'd set to conquer, culminating in a battle that saw Sha's town (and the life she'd built there) burnt to the ground. It was in the midst of that fighting, trapped beneath burning rubble that Sha saw her celestial sister for the first time, glorious and beautiful and totally ignorant of her existence, scaling the ruins of Sha's happiness on her way to future glory. Sha was pinned there for days, forgotten among the rest of the corpses; it wasn't until a great storm broke and washed the wreckage of the battle out into the sea that she was freed, her druidic powers awakening as she drowned and calling out to those creatures of the brine to aid her. Whatever warpath and hope she had for making a good life in spite of her sister she left below the surface, because as soon as she made landfall she started plotting her path back to the queen.

Goals & Schemes:

Ruination: As strong as her monsters are individually or as a horde, The eelmonger knows her beasts can't challenge the might or logistics of an entire kingdom. However, Sha grew up on the kingdom's waterways and knows that just like small tributaries fed the great trade river, the lives of farmers and merchants feed into the strength of the crown. If she has any hope of evening the playing field Sha must break the system that feeds the realm's warchest even if it means breaking the realm itself in the process. Monstrous chaos and resurgent pirates are just the first step: Targeting the merchants will cause supply shortages and beggar the realm, after that she'll move on to sowing famine in the farmlands. When there isn't enough to go round people will break down into factions, causing the army the well trained army the queen has inhereted to crumble before it ever reaches the field.

Fixing the broken scales: Simply killing the queen won't be enough. Sha reasoned out long ago that if she ever did direct harm to celestial sister whatever fate bullshit that connects them would likely redirect the outcome onto her somehow and that just wouldn't do. Instead she has to settle for making the soverign suffer by proxy, all the while searching for some means of attacking the connection itself. Those pirates directly privy to her plan are out hunting for priests and fortunetellers during their raids, anyone they could kidnap and bring back to the eelmonger to help correct this balance.

Saint of the Brine: Though she has no love for gods, Sha's vengeful ascent is watched over by a coldhearted deity of the fathomless seas, who has umbrage with this particular kingdom ever since the queen's ancestors laid claim to its bays and coastlines by slaying a titanic beast she favoured. The eelmonger is her unwitting instrument of wrath, and whether the gods involvement began during Sha's almost drowning or all the way back were praying for a safe birth is impossible to say. Though the eelmonger has unseen aid throughout her campaign against the crown, if the party is able to make their enemy aware that some god may be the source of her misfortune they may be able to divert Sha's wrath from the queen and the realm's inhabitants.

Art

[djpurple3]

For @muriers!!!!! created for the 2024 @mcytblrholidayexchange!!!!

Happy holidays!! I wrote you almost 9k of Princess Katherine and Pirate Joe hanging out. I really hope you enjoy your gift <3

Princess Katherine receives an invitation from Pirate Joe to attend Eversea's New Years festivities. She arrives on the last day, much to Joe's delight. Joe explains their traditions, and tells lots of stories. Katherine bonds with Joe's crew. She learns a lot - about Eversea's history, about their people, about their grief, and about their captain. He aha te mea nui o te ao? He tāngata, he tāngata, he tāngata. / What is the most important thing in the world? It is people, it is people, it is people.

[oxymorayuri]

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟷𝟼

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: PyroKnight98

Story: The princess of Tanata

[Long Fic]

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Spoiler: nope

Warnings: nope

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 6012

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

A/N: Hey there sweeties. I've been gone for a while... BUT now I'm back with the princess of Tanata! The last few months have been a bit chaotic (in a good and bad way. lol.) but everything is fine now. I'm going to catch up on this story, promise u. I've been thinking about you guys a lot, wanted to write but well, life got in the way lol..

Tagging: @slytherinambitious - @sassyyassi - @norasincubi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @one-piece-frvr7

The celebration couldn't be more beautiful. The people dined, laughed and spoke happily with each other. At a table a little away from the others, you watch them dreamily while resting your chin in your hand.

Your uncle and Delia were sitting on two festively arranged thrones, decorated with flowers, while Megara lay in a cradle in front of them. The people came forward one by one, spoke their congratulations and blessed their new princess.

When the king gave his heartfelt speech, you wanted to cover your ears. You just can't bear to hear his voice, especially when he talks about how much he is looking forward, to Megara leading all of Tanata into a glorious future. You have no doubt that she will. No, you are looking forward to it. His voice just leaves nothing but a scratch in your ears.

Who are you to decide for me? What is family? Is it normal that they decide for you?

For Megara, her fate was also decided before she was even born. The feeling of shame boils up inside you. You never realized that it was also so natural for you, that Megara would become queen. Is that how you were raised? Or are you a hypocrite?

What if Megara doesn't want the crown? They're just giving her shoes, and now she has to learn dancing in them.

You lean back a little and stretch your arms. Your gaze falls on the pirate gang that has happily mingled with the people. It looks like fun and you smile enviously at their boundless joy.

Nami's and your eyes meet and a grin spreads across her face as she dances with the people of Tanata in a circle around the great fire. Slowly she separates from the crowd and dances her way over to you.

"Hey, Princess, what are you doing sitting here? Come join us!" It's so loud now that she's almost shouting. Your eyes briefly wander to your family, where the king is gently cuddling Megara. He's distracted anyway, so why shouldn't you have a little fun too?

You jump up from your seat as if you had been waiting for someone to rescue you from your thoughts. Arm in arm, the two of you set off to dance with the others.

No matter which face you look at, the faces are full of joy and even if you could have danced forever, you slowly feel your feet. A little exhausted, you sit down at one of the nearby tables and breathe a sigh of relief as you take a seat, while the pressure on your feet fades. Next to you at the long table, different groups are gathered: warriors, pirates, friends and strangers. Everyone is having a great time and enjoying the company of others.

Your breath slowly eases as you watch the beautiful togetherness. The large fire leaves a warm trail on your face and with your eyes closed, you enjoy the laughter and singing of the villagers.

Suddenly you feel the warmth fade away, as if someone were standing in front of you blocking the fire. You open your eyes a little cautiously and blink in surprise.

A few children are standing in front of you, whispering shyly to each other as they watch you. Their cuteness warms your heart and you call them over to you with a warm smile.

They approached you with excited faces, with just enough space between you that they didn't touch you. A little confused, you tilt your head to the side, as they stare at you with their bright eyes, as if they were admiring the sight of a beautiful princess.

That's probably because you are a beautiful princess. So graceful, beautiful like a painting and gentle. A giggle from your lips makes the three in front of you jump and one child nudges the child in the middle. The little girl in the middle complained briefly and started to speak hastily up to you.

"Dear Princess, may we ask you to sing a song for us?" All three held their hands as if they were praying and their eyes were literally screaming 'pleaaaaaaasee'.

Their words were not left unheard, and a few people at the table joined in, strengthening the children's request. All kinds of songs were suggested, as everyone had their favoritesong. Although you are not a trained singer, your voice is so mystical and soothing that you have been singing songs and ballads since you were a child, and at some point it became normal for you to perform for the townspeople.

Without another word, you just shrug your shoulders with a humble smile. Do you have a choice? When you look at the three faces in front of you, the answer is clear.

"Since the little ladies asked first, they should decide on a song." you announce fairly. The children jump gleefully into your lap while you fall back slightly in surprise.

Your eyes fall on the girls and, in perfect unison, they call out. "Hazel eyes!" You nod your head in approval, it's a good song, a song you like as well. The melody and lyrics always lift the mood and envelop the crowd in a romantic, hopeful atmosphere.

"So be it!" With the children in your hand, you run excitedly to the stage and don't even realize that you've run off without your shoes. It's been a long time since you last got to sing, and you're really looking forward to singing this song.

As the band's music faded, the dancing and drinking people turned around. Glances wandered around and when they saw you on stage, a loud cheer arose. A little confused, your pirate friends stepped forward; they have no idea why all the groups are moving away from their tables to get to the stage, but they will definitely find out and so they also went to the stage.

"Oh, I know what's going on! The princess is on stage!" Bepo excitedly shakes Shachi, who is standing next to him. Ikkaku tries in vain to see you on stage, but she is just too small. A few times she was able to catch a glimpse, but only because she was jumping around. Suddenly she went up in the air as Bepo took her on his shoulders and her face beamed as she looked over at you.

In the silence, an imposing melody filled the air, the drum was hit in rhythmic blows and a soothing melody sounded. Then finally there was the sound of your gentle voice...

A/N: Hello folks <3 We need to talk for a second. Of course I have a song :3 But you can also hear your own harmonious folk song; or none at all, but be prepared to get songs from me, because the readers singing voice is important for future arcs… but I can't reveal any more at the moment… :x This does not mean that the song is for the entire chapter, it is usually only when the reader is actually singing. (I simply adapt the music, since it should be like a ballad in this scene, you know?..) For example, if reader sings a sexy song, you can also choose a song that you find hotter, but maybe you also like my song, which would be cool… ehem…. now I'll leave you alone! Have fun with the rest of the chapter! With love, Yuri.

Song: Sabrina Jordan - Hazel Eyes

♬♩♪♩♬♩♪♩♬♩♪♩

Blue as the wings of a heron in the night Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye They gleam evergreen, winds 'a whistling in the pines Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy Glen of Lyon And rich as the mud after rain upon the ground They're a whisky hue of brown, braided river running wild I fell astray, but in you, I have found That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes

♬♩♪♩♬♩♪♩♬♩♪♩

The remaining people at the tables turned towards the stage, where your magnificent voice came from.

"Hah, finally I can hear her voice again…" Ambrosios leans back and relaxes while sitting at the table with the others.

"Who is singing?" Zoro tries to see who is standing on the stage, but the crowd is too large to see anything. The warrior from Tanata looks at him with one open eye.

"Don't you recognize that enchanting voice?" For him it is crystal clear. The greenhead just shrugs his shoulders. Yes, it may be a lovely woman's voice, but it is not that important to him and he turns back to his drink. Law, who is sitting at the table with them, leans back a little and casually puts his arm on the back of the bench.

"Isn't that Princess-ya?" With his eyes closed, he listens to your words. Are you even real?

Law can understand what Ambroisios likes about your voice. It is so fine, light as a feather and yet impressive in the right heights. The feeling is similar to when you heal someone, Law immediately recognizes the silky sensation spreading through him. It is so close to what he felt, when your power flowed through him. As if he were sinking into a warm sea without drowning.

Ambrosios grumbles in agreement and leans forward, looking seriously at the black haired man. It does not go unnoticed how relaxed Law is listening to your voice. Somehow it doesn't sit right with him.

"Listen, pirate, she's mine." When the words reach Law, he calmly opens his eyes. He has no idea what he's talking about and is more surprised at where this sudden idea came from. He raises his eyebrows, but his body language still seems rather calm and unfazed.

"Yours?" Law asks, somewhat bemused. But Ambrosios just stares back. He has said what he needed to say.

"I don't want to compete with you, but as far as I know, you're not even a candidate." His mouth twists into a mocking grin, but his voice is still playful. Exactly as he says, the music on stage fades and the crowd applauds, making it seem as if they are applauding because of Law's slander. Ambrosios laughter echoes around and a few heads turn towards them.

"You're right. She belongs to no one. Not even herself." His voice was a little quieter at the end, more depressed and a little torn. His gaze is on the table with a slight grin, but Law makes no further comment. He just analyzes his body language and is thinking about his words.

Around them it got louder again, more straw hat pirates gathered at the table again, who had been dancing with the crowd before. Ambrosios distracted himself in a conversation with Nami while Law is still looking thoughtfully through the crowd. His eyes unconsciously search for your figure, without really knowing it.

When his eyes finally found you, dancing around the fire with the townspeople, he noticed a small detail.

Everyone in Tanata has golden eyes, but you? You have (e/c) eyes. Just at the moment when he managed to see your eye color you met his gaze.

Since you hadn't expected him watching you, you stopped briefly but quickly turned back to dancing with blushing cheeks. Nevertheless, you risked another glance only to realize that Law was still eyeing you. He seems to find it amusing to see you dancing without your shoes while hiding a grin behind his mug.

His tunic was casually draped over his upper body and his cloak was open, revealing half of the tattoo on his chest. With his one arm outstretched and his drink in the other hand, he gave you a barely noticeable smile, that only made you blush even more. He's just so damn cool.

You're almost ashamed to look at him so furtively, but the heat in your chest is even worse.

But you don't let yourself be swayed and continue dancing into the night with your friends. After a lot of dancing and laughing, when you were looking for your shoes in vain, you cross paths with your uncle Zelos.

"Good that I found you, Princess," he says, gently taking you by the shoulder and leading you aside to get some distance from the people. His somewhat serious expression makes you tilt your head to the side. With question marks all around your head, you look up at him.

"Everything okay with you? I'm happy to see you again, it's been a few days since I last saw you." - "Yes, the party is a real success, but I have to talk to you about something important." Your conversation is calm but hushed.

"I need your skills for my mission and we shouldn't waste any time." You nod at him with a serious face, you are ready. But then you remember something.

Your uncle doesn't miss your changing facial expression, as if you had remembered something. When you look up at him a bit ashamed, he raises an eyebrow.

"Hähä uhm, so I lost my shoes." Embarrassed, you scratch your chin and lift your dress so that your uncle can see your dirty toes. You can't run through the dense, dark forest like this. Zelos looks hastily around, but your shoes are nowhere to be seen.

"Are you looking for these?" Law's voice comes from the side and you both look at him. With your shoes dangling in his hand, you hastily grab them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just wanted to bring you your shoes, but are you talking about the other pirate ship?"

You and your uncle exchanged glances and you gave him a nod. You glanced back at your uncle to see if he wanted to say something, but he waited and looked at you expectantly, so you bravely made a decision.

"Hey Law, you should come with us." you gesture and turn around. The two men also glance at each other. Zelos doesn't look surprised, but a little uneasy. You shouldn't involve everyone just like that, for goodness sake. Law's look, on the other hand, is more analytical.

He wouldn't admit it, but it plays into his hands that you have so much power, because he can tell from Zelo's reaction that he doesn't really like it, but he doesn't care and follows you.

If you were attacked, it could be devastating for his crew as well, after all, the Polar Tang is not repaired yet. Knowing about the situation is also his primary concern.

The first commander of the royal army breathes heavily. You would get your way anyway, so what does it matter?

Without attracting attention, you made your way away from the party and hurried through the streets and alleys of the city to the massive city wall. Before you left the valley through the big gate, you turned back to Law.

"Law, it's important that you walk carefully through the forest. Try to be as quiet as possible. The animals of the night are both ruthless and fast." You can tell from his expression that he seems to take your words seriously and with silent and quick steps you make your way through the jungle, led by your uncle.

Every now and then you glance back at Law. You are amazed that he can keep up with your speed, which is almost inhuman. Of course you are a little slower than usual, but the fact that he can keep up with you at this speed is still remarkable.

Close to the edge of the forest, in the crown of a tree, you are watching the ship from a tree house. The tree house serves as an observation post and is quite empty apart from a few chairs.

Zelos is leaning against the broad trunk of the tree and watching you as you examine the ship through binoculars. They must be pirates, but you never expected such a feminine ship. A pink flamingo?

Your curious eyes wander around and examine the deck. When your eyes spot the symbol on the sail, you gasp and flinch back a little, dropping the binoculars. With trembling eyes, you stare into the distance and have to process what your eyes have seen.

Law seems visibly surprised and jumps up to your side. You look terrified. He grabs you by the shoulder and tries to make eye contact.

"Hey, Princess-ya!" But there's no reaction from you. His gaze goes over to Zelos, who is not surprised by your behavior.

"What's wrong with her?" Your pulse is clearly higher than normal and he's sure that whatever you saw is the reason for your sudden reaction. Zelos walks over to you and picks up the binoculars to hand them to Law.

"Those aren't strangers, they're enemies." Law looks through the binoculars and recognizes the all too familiar Jolly Roger.

"So you've met them before?" he asks your uncle. Zelos takes you in his arms, but you hardly notice his embrace or respond. Your arms hang limply at your side and he lovingly strokes your back. You're trembling... but you look like an empty shell.

"Yes, a long time ago these people brought great misfortune upon our people." he replies. You clench your fists. These monsters dare to come back? You grind your teeth.

Law seems lost in thought. He hopes that Doflamingo is not on board, but if he were, he would have gone ashore long ago, wouldn't he?

"We won't let them enter the city." His eyes turn to you as he hears your angry, trembling voice. You seem so different. Until recently, you acted as if you had seen a ghost, but there is no sign of that fear anymore.

Your whole body radiates your anger. Law waits for your next words and you look him in the eye with determination. You break away from your uncle and look out the window into the distance and the blue sea.

"Uncle, so how should I help you?" Without turning to him, you continue to look in the direction of the ship. If it were up to you, you would attack the ship directly and tear it to shreds, but despite your abilities, you are not able to do so.

You grit your teeth again, so strong that you could almost hear your teeth cracking... Being the child of the devil's fruit, defending your country would be your task... Yet you have never been allowed to develop your true power.

You feel so useless and weak.

What is the use of it? Your knuckles are already turning white from being so tense. Zelos would prevent you from doing it anyway.

"Stop time." You turn to your uncle with your eyebrows furrowed.

"Zelos, you know I can't do that." You look a little confused, that's another skill you never learned, but Zelos just stares at you with a serious expression.

"I know you can do it. It wouldn't be the first time either." You look at him in shock, even Law looks up hastily.

You don't quite understand what he means and you search for your words a little confused, while you look around on the floor.

"You definitely did it when you were a child, back when those monsters attacked us for the first time. It was an unpleasant feeling, like regaining consciousness, but nobody around you had moved, while you had changed a lot." You look up at him with a bewildered expression as he pulls up a chair and sits down.

"You know y/n, in the blink of an eye you had caused damage that could not be explained otherwise than, that you had stopped time."

He himself feared your power. What you had done was so overwhelming that he prayed that you would stop, or he believed that the end of the world would arrive. He felt that Armageddon had come. The last fight of time.

The images before his eyes cannot be put into words and he does not want to scare you from using your power. He never thought he would see the sails of these pirates again.

What you did back then should have scared them off forever, but apparently they are as crazy as they are greedy.

"But I don't know exactly how to do that." You feel a little distraught and tears well up in your eyes. A good idea, but where do you start? You are overwhelmed and afraid.

"She probably released these powers, because of the trauma she experienced." Law makes a diagnostic statement, which makes your uncle sigh in defeat.

He knows for sure that it was like that. He was there and saw the trigger. The death of your parents. How they threw themselves in front of you to block the blade coming towards you.

The blood of your parents was on you and pure despair spread in your eyes when you realized that they were taking their last breath. Frantically, you tried to close their wounds, but the damage was beyond repair and their souls had already left their bodies.

There you stood, with your parent's blood all over your body, your eyes wide open and no color in your face. A memory that Zelos will probably never be able to get out of his head.

"I'll do it." Your decision is made. You feel this deep sense of duty to protect your country and give your very best.

For a while there is silence in the tree house and only the sounds of the night jungle can be heard. Law watches the situation with his typical stare. He notices from your side profile how serious you are, but he does not miss your deep swallowing.

Of course you are a little nervous. How are you supposed to pull this off? Then you remember a distant memory from your days as a child. Your mother had always been there to help you understand your powers. In that moment, you hear her gentle voice telling you to trust your inner feelings.

You take a deep breath and turn to the others. You sit down cross legged, raising your arms slightly and making a gesture to get the others to your side. The two of them sit down next to you also cross legged and your uncle reaches for your hand, knowing what is coming next.

Law just looks at your hand a little surprised as you clear your throat again because he still hasn't grabbed your hand. Finally he remembered that the best way for you to use your powers, is through physical contact and he grabs your smaller hand.

Okay okay y/n. Your inner voice is getting ready.

You wish you knew, what kind of feeling you had to rely on. Usually it only takes one thought, but before the thought comes the feeling. How does it feel to stop time? It's like you have to feel the needle in a pile of hay, to get it. You can't reach for it without feeling it.

The voice in your head repeats the words 'silence' over and over again like a mantra, but nothing happens. No other feeling spreads through you, the feeling in your chest remains the same.

"Think of the quiet forest, y/n." Your uncle's voice startles you at first, but the images soon appear before your eyes and you can feel the forest in all its silence. How the forest smells, like moss and soil. You wonder what silence would smell like?

You feel the peace of the forest but you don't understand his approach. He is trying to guide you like your mother, but his words do nothing more than calm you down.

“Okay, the forest is quiet and calming, but what does that have to do with time?” His laughter buzzes through your body while your eyes remain closed and he gently squeezes your hand.

"The first time I saw Delia, everything around her stopped. The light seemed to shine only on her... As if time had stopped for us." He stopped briefly to highlight the key point of his statement; “I felt like a man who was deaf and unable to speak... Many people would have panicked, but it was so quiet around me and I felt at peace, like in the forest…”

A slight pressure on your chest makes you breathe deeply. Your uncle can tell from your breath that his words are guiding you in the right direction.

"Do you remember the first time you saw a Ceberus? You were so overwhelmed that you could hardly breathe." He spoke of your memories and the images played out in your mind like a story.

You had to grin a little when he spoke of the Ceberus, because you can perfectly remember what it felt like, what kind of fear you felt. As if your heart had stopped.

Just as you remember the mystical encounter, another feeling makes itself felt. A cold feeling that threatens to stab your heart. A visible coldness comes out of your mouth, even though it is summer and the temperature around you generally drops.

Law notices how your body temperature sinks with alarming speed and scans your side with a concerned look. Your breath is clear and visible and a few ice crystals form on your lips.

Then you take a deep breath with your eyes wide open. It reminds one of someone, who has been held underwater and finally manages to catch a breath.

Just as you seem to calm down, an arctic coldness runs through him. Goose bumps cover his entire body and a stab in his heart almost makes him want to let go of your hand, but you hold his hand tight. You cannot lose the connection.

Your breathing stabilizes but your throat still feels completely frozen. You have never felt such a cold in your powers before. Normally it is more like pressure but never had it such overwhelming side effects, like ice crystals forming on your lips.

The side effects are making all three of you feel very weak, without even realizing that you had actually stopped time. It was Law who noticed first.

"Do you hear that?" the dark haired man asks. Your breathing is ragged and you look at him questioningly.

"No, I don't hear anything." - "Right." he answers you curtly as he hastily gets up and goes to the window. Still wondering, you look after him, but then it dawns on you.

You don't hear anything! nothing.

Neither the animals nor the sea. You hurry to Law's side and gaze in amazement at the forest. You spot a few animals standing still in the middle of movement and a feeling of inner joy comes over you. You've done it!

Law reaches for the binoculars.

"Time seems to have stopped on the ship too. The people on the deck are no longer moving." His eyes wander around with a look of wonder. What might be the range of your power, he wonders.

Is time standing still everywhere? He looks down at you from the side. Your eyes already look tired, but his eyes are full of fascination. His eyes are watching the people on the ship again. Does your uncle want to slaughter the people on the ship while time stands still?

You suddenly feel quite dizzy and your legs are becoming unsteady. You try to hold on to the window frame, but Law has already grabbed you while he was still looking through the glasses.

"Time is moving again…" - "Then we only have a minute and twenty seconds to deal with them." Law looks down at Zelos, who is closing his pocket watch again. He had hoped for a little more time, but he is still surprised that you mastered it so quickly.

Stopping the time of the whole world is not an easy task and one of the secret techniques.

“I can keep it up for longer, I promise, Zelos.” With your eyes half closed and your chest heaving, you try to wriggle out of Law's grip.

Zelos caught you before you fell to the ground. You are probably too weak to do it again. He won't strain you and will think of something new. A minute and twenty seconds is just enough to explore the shipand you shouldn't risk your own health for that.

“No, that's enough for today.” He looks at you with a somewhat stern voice. A voice that you rarely hear. You look at him and can't even control your irregular breathing. You have to admit that you're not sure if you can do it again. Just the thought of it makes you feel like you're burning out like a light bulb.

With no voice, you surrender and your uncle gently sets your frail body down so that you are leaning against the wall.

“Wait here until I come back.” And without you being able to answer him, he jumped out of the tree house and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

You watch Law from the corner of your eye as he looks out the window at the ship. His face seems a little troubled, as if he is harboring deep feelings. You wonder what triggered his anger, but you are too weak to produce even a sound.

Some time passed in the quiet tree house without either you or Law saying a word, and yet the silence was comfortable. The only thing that was uncomfortable was your aching feet. The alcohol was slowly wearing off and you could feel that you had danced barefoot for almost the whole night.

Fortunately, your exhaustion was fading and, with a bit of a wobble, you tried to stand up. Law immediately became aware of your attempt and turned to you, but before he could come closer you held out your hand and stopped him in his tracks.

You wanted to make it clear that you could manage without any help and thus retain your dignity.

Law respects your refusal and watches you in silence. Only the crickets of the night can be heard and with slow but sure steps you join him at the window again.

You take a deep breath while Law's sharp gaze remains fixed on your profile. His dark eyes observe your profile, he is not quite sure what fascinates him about you, after all, there are countless people with interesting powers, but every time his gaze lands on you, it stays.

"U good?” - “I'm fine, thanks.” There are no more words in your brief conversation, but you feel good that he cares about you.

With thoughtful faces, you both look into the distance, with a small gap between you. A small movement and your shoulder would touch his arm, the difference in height is obvious if viewed from behind, and while your thoughts wander, you look up at him unintentionally.

Law notices your gaze and without moving, looks down at you from the corner of his eye.

His sudden gaze makes your heart flutter. You have never looked into someone's eyes and felt as if your breath is taken away. Law has a look that has crept into your thoughts like an intruder.

His penetrating gaze cuts you sharply, but not a word comes from your lips. You just stare at him, fascinated by the play of colors in his eyes.

The coldness in his eyes seems so heavy and sharp, but you would rather be scrutinized by his eyes, than by all the adoring gazes of your secret admirers.

“Is something wrong?” Law seems a little confused, he can't quite read your expression. You look at him in a dazed way…

“No, not at all.” You are aware of how blatantly you are observing him, but you also know that Law would never ask you point blank. With a small laugh, you turn your gaze away from him and look over the crowns of the trees. You become more and more aware of the feeling in your chest.

“Tell me, why did you want me to come along?” That's something that Law has been wondering about the whole time. Why are you involving him like this?

“It's simple, your strength is very useful.” You say quite casually. You had really only thought that he could be of use. You hadn't expected Zelos to ask you to stop time.

Law seems to have expected as much, but somehow he wanted to hear it from you. But he's not the only one who's been thinking about something all this time.

“Why did you watch me so intently at the banquet?” You turn your body towards him so that your shoulder briefly touches his arm. Surprised, he turns to you, and now you are standing face to face.

He hadn't thought that you would ask him so bluntly. He quickly composes himself and his surprised expression changes back to his confident face.

After all, you are a rather direct person and he has to laugh at himself for being so surprised by his own misjudgment. That said, he found your fascination with everything new and foreign remarkable.

It is something that makes you very charming.

“I just noticed something about you.” His words remain calm and in an even tone, but the content obviously makes you eager to know more, and your face comes closer to his.

There it is again, your unstoppable curiosity, and an unintentional smile appears on Law's lips.

“Why are you the only one with (e/c) eyes? Everyone else has golden eyes?” You didn't expect such a profound question and you close your eyes and lean back again. You look into the distance a little nostalgically before you speak again.

“I'm not a pureblood, so I inherited my father's eyes.”

The fact that he is suddenly so quiet again makes you giggle.

“I didn't know that you were that curious. After all, your eyes are much more interesting.” He puts his head to one side, somewhat confused.

He doesn't often look into his own eyes, and it's not that important to him. Nevertheless, it has sparked his interest that you are so different from the others.

Your eyes, your skin, your hair. Everything is a little different from the others. As if you didn't belong here.

His eyes wander over your entire appearance and compare you to the others from Tanata. The people of this city all have golden eyes, quite fair skin and the same hair color. You definitely stand out.

It's only natural to take a closer look at you, so what's so interesting about his eyes?

"What do you mean, princess-ya?” - “Your eyes are as gray as the stormy sea, but sometimes a spark of gold shines through, as if the sun were breaking through the thick clouds.”

You describe the whole thing as if you were looking into his eyes. As if you were seeing all these details in a picture and reflecting them. Yet you continue to look into the distance.

He has been so deeply engraved in your memory that you no longer need your eyesight to describe the beautiful intensity of his eyes.

Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize Law's startled reaction. It may be because your words sound like a romantic confession, but it is the truth.

His eyes are as mysterious and impressive as Law himself. The golden shimmer in his eyes does not always come out, but you are glad to have seen it. It was as if the sky cleared up and the sun was shining.

Law is not often at a loss for words, but at this moment he is stunned into silence.

He tries not to pay too much attention to what you said, after all, your whole community tends to be a bit on the romantic side. Maybe it's normal to exchange such words with each other.

“Thank you for your picturesque words, Princess-ya.” Even when he speaks such words, he still seems a little confused and you burst out laughing, forcing a few tears from your eyes.

You plop down on the floor, taking off your shoes and massaging your feet, which are exhausted from dancing.

“You should put something cool on your feet.” – “You really are an attentive doctor.” Your smile gently shines at him and he turns his head away in embarrassment, so that you don't see his red cheeks.

“Keep my feet cool…“ you think.

”I've got an idea!” and without hesitation you grab Law's hand and jump out of the tree house, which is countless meters up on the top of a huge tree.

Law would like to shout, seeing as it's quite a long way down, but he can already see various plants on the ground that are growing in your direction. Your reassuring smile makes him calm down immediately and as you fall hand in hand, he knows that you won't hit the ground.

Hey you sweeties, I hope you liked it :3

With love, your yuri ❤

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KIDD; the pirate's princess

wc: 6686 summary: princess name, a spirited and audacious royal who ends up meeting captain eustass kidd in one of the festivals of her kingdom. unbeknownst of each other's real identities, their encounter was cut off short immediately and left them craving for more. warnings: afab reader, nsfw 🔞(actual seggs please read at your own discretion), princess au, running away theme, bad parents, i rly can't think of anything else there's rly nothing heavy here, not proofread omg TT

princess full name. a not so ordinary princess that always finds herself wounding up in sticky situations. known for her intrepid antics that drove her knights mental: sneaking out late at night to party with the villagers during festivals, visiting the farms of townsfolk and often setting animals free, and playing tag with the kids and sometimes causing ruckus with them. she wasn’t satisfied confined in the enormous walls of the castle, it’s too pretentious. 

one would say her behaviors aren’t fit for a princess who is supposed to be prude, proper, and ladylike. in contrast to her escapades, she’d love a little thrill more. not that she gives two fucks about the hearsays. she remains happy in her own little adventures in her small town of the kingdom. 

that’s why in the dusk of breezy summer, castle guards are relentlessly in pursuit of the princess yet again; an often occurrence in the kingdom.

the furtive young woman finds herself dancing in the middle of the lively and colorfully lit limestone floors on the marketplace. she hooks arms with a variety of villagers and skips about the floors as heels click on the ground in tone with the clapping and dancing of the fellow citizens who celebrated the vigor of the approaching evening. 

you soon got tired and went to one of the mini bars, sitting yourself down after ordering a glass of rum. “village always this lively?” a stranger spoke beside you. he sat with his back facing the counter with both arms propped on the surface of it to support his weight, one hand holding a glass of scotch. he landed his gaze on you, lemon eyes enrapturing you and leaving you speechless.

you cleared your throat to get a hold of yourself, by the looks of him and his remark—he’s a foreigner. his fiery red hair reflected his bold demeanor that intimidated you less than it intrigued you, his snowy skin that contrasted the darkness of his voice, and his sharp grin that mirrored his defined features and structure. a truly captivating man had greeted you. 

“often, yes.” you responded, throwing him a polite smile. “the town has festivals once a week, it’s a tradition.” you continued with a small laugh after having a sip of your drink. 

“festivals for what?”

“for the princess.” you played with the ice on your drink as you shook the glass in a circular motion.  “she likes to have fun in the village a lot.”

“princess’ pretty special then, aye? ‘s not everyday those preppy royals find time to join their subjects for a party.”

“you think so? most of the people here think she’s quite the source of the kingdom’s headache, not really a special one and most definitely not fit to be a princess.”

“i’d say bullshit. you expect these villagers know jack shit about bein’ a princess? nada. bet that princess of yours is the merry of this town, aye?”

you bursted into laughter, holding your stomach as you almost fell over your seat if it wasn’t for his heel keeping your chair upright. “that’s the first i’ve heard when talking about the princess. that’s kind of you.” 

he scoffed a smirk, sipping on his scotch afterwards. “me and kind doesn’t ring right, dollface.” he gave you a side eye, golden eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. “i’ve done things that don't even come close to kind.”

“that so?” you tilted your head in amusement. “like what? tell me.”

“you like the danger, aye?” he leaned closer. 

“well, i’ve grown tired of dancing and you’re the most interesting one here, so go ahead. enthrall me with your tales, unkind gentleman.” you scooted closer, chin leaning atop your fists as you braced yourself for his stories. 

his chest thundered in laughter as he faced you as he went on a tangent about his journeys as one of the worst generations. the evening reached midnight before you could realize how much time passed, going shop to shop with this stranger certainly made you the happiest after a long time. you two rambled about the wonders of the pirate while munching on pretzels and candy apples and downing mugs upon mugs of liquor. 

it was like he was building the world for you as he described the four seas along with his infamy, a wanted man of his caliber with a notorious reputation. you know you should get yourself far away the moment he first announced that he was a pirate but goodness do you love the thrill of his peril. the way his chest puffs up with each anecdote of his battles across the blues. how he effortlessly magnetized (stole) a plate of snacks for you two to snack on and well, to impress you. to get critically close to you as you get intoxicated by either the liquor or his ravishing demeanor towards you. you are perfectly aware that staying with him will undoubtedly risk your safety. but you weren’t the one to follow the rules, right?

the same goes for the pirate. he somewhat loves the mystery you emanate. clapping and cheering from time to time but never failing to snap back spunky remarks at his taunts. he revels on how you earnestly listen to his narratives and be awestruck at his feats, your eyes proved enough from the way you bat your eyelashes and lure him closer with the hues of your orbs. or maybe how your eyes never left his as you studied each bit of his face—the way his huge scar was engraved on his skin, the way his lips quirk up at how victorious he remains in duels, the way his eyes never lose fire as he ramble about the one piece, and how his body language changes each time your knees or arms touch. 

“you’re pretty great, huh?”

“i’d love to tell you more but it ain’t fair that i know nothin’ about the most grippin’ woman i’ve met.” 

“flattery would get you nowhere, kidd.” you chuckled, shifting in your seat. “i’m just a villager here, nothing special about this one.”

“you ain’t foolin’ me, i’ve seen the eyes of the townsfolk ‘round here.” he scooted closer, cocking his brow at the people at the market. “you’re no ordinary woman, these men couldn’t take their eyes off of you. and unfortunately, i seem to be one of them. yet i’m lucky enough to share a drink with you, pretty one.”

“aren’t you a charmer, captain?” you finally met his eyes, fiery as he studied your face. “flowery words don’t suit a brute like you, i’d say.”

“why don't you add more to my luck tonight and tell me your name before this night ends, doll.”

your faces grew inches closer, the aroma of liquor was pungent on your noses. he scanned your eyes, took a long glance on your lips, and back to your eyes again. his canines tugged at his lower lip before licking them subtly. reveling on the smile he elicited from you, he inhaled a deep breath before tilting his head.

before you could answer him, what jolted you from your seat was the frantic callouts of the castle guards. they were calling out to you and you could feel the chills running down your spine again, each time they did this you felt this way. panic washed over you and you instinctively fled the place as you dashed to the alleyways, kidd reaching over to you but failed to even get a touch of your wrist.

“o-oi! where are you going?!”

you gave him a meek smile before running away and disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway as you made your way back to the castle. the guards had invaded the market and put a stop to the party, searching up each woman in hopes of finding the princess. 

“the fuck is going on ‘ere?” kidd stood up from his seat before killer laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. the two pirates scanned the place

“palace guards.” killer announced, helping kidd’s brain to comprehend. “i think you’ve just shared a drink with the princess.” 

you ran far until you reached the backyard where no guards were present, it had been your path to sneaking in and out. 

“you should stop seeing that man, name.” your mother spoke from your room, sat at the edge of the bed as if waiting for you. 

“you were watching, mother?”

“always. but i wouldn’t deny the fact that that man had made you smile the widest in years.” 

“he told me about his adventures,” you started, looking over the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of that redhead. “how the four blues looked, how he fought and faced toe to toe with his foes, how magical the grand line and the new world is, and how free he was.” you sighed as you draw back at how he’d write it out for you, each of which keeping you engrossed at each tale he tells.

your mother placed comforting hands atop your shoulders then traced up to either side of your face. “your eyes say it all, honey. i can see how much light that man brought out in you.” she started. “but i cannot stand idly when a pirate has caught you in his trap.” her grip on your face loosened as she made her way to your balcony doors, simultaneously shutting them. “much less a part of the ill-famed worst generation, a ragtag of disasters. it’d be vain to let him get his hands on you, he’s only after your status and the treasure you possess. that’s what pirates are.” her tone grew deeper, more sharp and strict. “you are not to speak to him again, do you understand?” she firmly announced, pointing her closed paper fan at you.

you nodded bashfully, the change in your demeanor broke her heart less than it urged her to keep you locked in the castle and away from that hazard. she strutted down to your doors and left you at your downcasted self. “your suitors will be here by tomorrow afternoon, you are to dine with them for lunch and pick out the next king of the kingdom. don’t do something that will embarrass us.”

the shut of your doors echoed far and resounded in your ears. you cried yourself to sleep at the foul turn of events that night, burying your sobs in the damp pillows of your quarters. that morning, you unwillingly participated as you gave off the fakest smile you could muster while laughing halfheartedly at their empty jokes. their humor and charisma are far less than mediocre, it is phenomenally childish in a sense that you’d rather pretend to faint to get out of that situation.

daft princes that left you bored and apathetic from their lack of liberty and substance. royals that knew nothing but the privilege of the rich and classy airheads. 

 unlike that pirate you’ve almost spent your midnight with, a riveting man that enraptured you and shook your world to the core. compliments that made your heart flutter more than it should be. the enticing danger his aura holds. and adventures that invited you to join him for the next time he ventures out into the blues. the fire in his eyes each time you locked gazes with him  and the intimacy you felt only when you sat down with him were unparalleled and left you craving for more.

“you were not your best today, name.” your father spoke to you, joining you as you watched your subjects by your grand balcony. “were the vicinal kingdoms too inadequate for your liking?”

you kept quiet for a moment before responding with contempt. “a group of men who are much too shallow wouldn’t be fit to be my king.” you turned around before stopping your tracks to continue. “i’d want a man who has the same fire as i do, father. not a prince who’d rule the kingdom with his foolish heroism and blank principles solely based on nobility.” you left your father outside, brimming with disdain. 

and you didn’t see him again for the following days, the castle had kept you on lockdown. monitoring your every move and hindering you from going anywhere except your room and the courtyard. it’s too stifling. 

you longed to see him again and hear more of his thrilling stories. you’d never forget how you two laughed under the stars with alcohol coursing through your veins and stimulating the desire for each other. 

but tonight was the annual masquerade ball where one of your suitors might potentially be the next reign for the kingdom. it’s main purpose is to celebrate the prosperity of the kingdom, yet masquerades were added for the notion of finding your next husband. 

as the maids prepared you for the ball, you’d have this empty look in your face as you dwell at how you released the only fire you could’ve had. 

the maids dressed you in a ruby and stygian gown that radiated your elegance. adorned with regal ornaments and gems that shone at each struck of light. the bodice of the dress is clad with lacy black overlays on either side of your chest down to your waist akin to the intertwining patterns of spiderwebs. its sleeves were long and got more loose as it reached your wrist, its ends sewn with handcrafted with the same lacy accents on your chest. the neckline was sewn into a square fitting style that graced your neck and collarbones where a pearly necklace accentuated the area. the middle end of your bodice was where a brooch with your kingdom crest resided, matching the glimmers of the beads in your dress. the overskirt cascades down from your cinched waistline in layers of red, voluminous mesh tulles with its hemline embroidered by horizontal lines of black as it reaches the floor. lastly, they slid and tied black strappy heels that go up to your knees for your shoes.

they then comb through your locks, curling it up and tidying some braids adorned by red ribbons and golden clips at the crown of your head. leaving some tendrils loosely hanging by the sides of your face as it complimented your gold, dangling earrings in a shape of roberto coins. partnering your face with a sharp red blush and bright, crimson lipstick as your eyelids shone in a glittery gold eyeshadow and pointy eyeliner. 

as your name soon got announced in the grand hall where nobles from different kingdoms would love to witness the beauty that is you, it’s as if a treasure had been unearthed before them as they feasted their eyes on the masked princess. earnestly observing your poise and allure, entranced by how you strut at the porcelain floors of your castle.

yet it was somewhat foolish of you to try and search for him in the hall, you hoped yet you knew that it’d be impossible to find a pirate in a ball. soon enough, the pretentious dancing had started. it dreaded you the most, since these gentlemen, regardless of age, tries to woo you and pick you up just to get a taste of your beauty. it irked you to an extent where you’d want to kick them in their manhood.

roughly thirty minutes have passed and you feel yourself falling asleep despite the movements of each dance. from the sleazy kings and airheaded princes, they’re all from the same mould of plain, boring men with no charm. even with the masks that covers half of their face, you could see all kinds of uglies in each of them. that is until you hook arms and hold hands with this one gentleman with the same familiar set of vermillion locks that sat in a disheveled manner atop his head. you felt that same aura from the man you’ve been longing to meet once again and it excited you. from the way he firmly held your waist and how his callous hands didn't faze you but only drew you closer by the princely figure clad in a three piece suit in black, two of the buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned to showcase more of his snowy skin from his upper chest to his neck. 

he had seemed to read how your expressions change with the smirk that made its way to his lips. “ you seem to be dozin’ off, princess. bored?” he greeted, as he met your hopeful eyes beneath each other’s masks. behind those pieces of fabric, you two knew all too well who each other were. 

“k-kidd-”

“shh.” he cut you off, stoically looking around to try and search the area for any hostility from the foolish nobles. thankfully, no suspicions arose due to the fact that masks and mysteries made the night more magical. “as much as i’d love to cause a ruckus, i’d like to dance with you a little more.”

this was the first time you’ve looked up with so much hope and marvel at the man you were dancing with, seemingly getting lost in his sunny eyes and the way he moves with you. “is it really you?”

“mhm, can’t believe it?” he laughed a little, giving you a little twirl before securely holding you back in your place again. “ya better wipe that drool off your lips cuz it might give us away, my lovely.” he scrunched his nose as he teased you, grip growing tighter to elicit a reaction from you. 

“how did you bypass the guards?”

“knocked them unconscious, nothin’ drastic.” he responded and left you giggling silently. “but hey, lemme  marvel at you for a minute, shortstack.  ‘cuz damn you’re quite the goddess tonight.” he poked on your chin, making your body feel hot all the more. 

“still the sweet talker, huh?” you scoffed as you hid your creeping blush. you bit on your tinted lips and avoided his gaze as you leaned down his shoulders and inhaled his alluring, metallic scent. “wherever do you get all that confidence?”

“i’ve gone through hell and back to finally see you and dance with you, there’s no reason for me to hold back, no?” he got closer, reveling in your scent and warmth. 

from an outsider’s perspective, this is quite a romance to see. most of your suitors soon become despondent because it appears that there’s already a winner, a king of the princess’ heart. the world seemingly revolving around the two of you as you both fit perfectly in each other’s arms as you two moved harmoniously with the melody of the orchestra. it warmed the hearts of the audience and most definitely, your parents. 

“what do you say if we,” you started, tracing the lines of his coat with your ringed fingers. “run away after this? just the two of us, go someplace where we can be alone together.”

his grip on your hands and waist grew tighter, matching the chuckle that lowly rumbled on his chest. he met your eyes once again. “i thought you’d never ask. i seem to be getting more drawn to you, princess.”

after a few minutes of dancing with him, the banquet started and the lot of you had feasted on the opulent food readied in the long dining tables of the grand hall. all the while you two kept exchanging glances and throwing smiles here and there.

once every noble was busy with their royal bullshit, you and kidd had taken the liberty to sneak outside the venue where the guards were gradually falling asleep. you, kidd, and his crew had taken care of knocking them unconscious in order to make it out of that hellhole. 

you two broke out of laughter as you got a good distance away from the palace, holding on your knees as you tried catching your breath and composing yourselves. he then pulled you closer by your waist as he leaned down, your noses brushing together and breaths touching each others’ lips. “c’mere and let me ki-”

“you pirates really think you can just head straight for the prize?” you put a finger between your lips and his. “come, let’s find a place more…intimate.” you winked at him, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his as you dragged him to a place of your liking. 

you two made your way to the local bathhouse where you used to relax with your friends from the village when you were a child. you were met with the landlady, one of your friends too, and looked at her with that knowing look. you placed your index finger atop your lips, signaling for her to stay quiet. she smiled at you mischievously, completely understanding what your plans were. 

you led him to one of the VIP rooms of the bathhouse and shut the door afterwards. “a bathhouse?” he asked, scanning the place.

“i’ve reserved the entire place, don’t worry.” you assured, taking off your mask and his simultaneously. “we can be as loud as we want here, captain.” you sultrily added, leaning closer to his ear as your hands moved across his body. 

“what a dirty thing for a princess to say, don’tcha think?” he replied, large hands lingering by your rear. “they’re probably wonderin’ where she is right now, hm?” he leaned down closer, hands traversing to the strings of your corset and precariously playing with them.

“let them.” you replied, your hands moving to where the buttons of his suit are. “i’m quite busy with more important things right now.”

“eh? like what?” he started, slowly undoing the knot of your corset. “fuckin’ a pirate?”

“oh shut up.” you discarded his upper garments, hands roaming the vastness of his toned torso. “clearly, you want me more than i want you.” he hummed in approval, finally crashing your lips together. 

he had you sat down on one of the sinks in the room with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower half still clothed yet you can feel his member rubbing against you as he raised the skirt of your dress and pressed his crotch closer to yours. hums and moans emanating from both of your lips.

tucking a hair behind your ear, his rough hands held your jaw close to bury his tongue deeper in you. the span of his fingers holding your neck in place as he sucked on your lip, satisfied at the swollen and ruby result. 

you pulled on his hair from time to time, eliciting hums and growls of approval from him. your hands spanned across his broad back, marveling at the muscles and scars from his years of piracy. fingers gliding across his strong arms that gripped places that were sensitive from you,  your head tilting to where you can both fight for dominance in the kiss.

“have i ever told you,” he started, lips lingering by your ear and wandering down the column of your neck. “that my favorite color is red?” and just like that, your corset and overskirt was on the floor. the bastard haphazardly pulled the thing away after skillfully untying it.

“aren’t you skilled at taking clothes off!” you praised, smiling at him with your smudged lipstick. 

“you could say, i had tons of practice.” he replied, biting your lower lip.

“playboy.” you hopped off the sink, disappearing into the showers to wash up before jumping in the large tub that was dug down the rocky floors. “i seem to have gone away with a dangerous man.”

he followed shortly after, entering the same shower cubicle as you. the cold water torrenting down your bare bodies as you returned kisses with one another. his rough hands roaming the softness of your skin and each curve of your body, his hands and lips not leaving you and rendered you breathless. 

you pulled away, turning around. “look at me.” you raised his chin so you could have a good look at him. “you look like a prince yourself without the goggles and the make up, hm?” you placed a kiss on his cheek as you marveled at his bangs that had water dripping on its ends. it messily curtained his forehead and yellow eyes as the scarlet pigment contrasted his wintry skin. 

he looked away, cheeks heating up with your compliments and touch. but he bit back once more with a smug grin. “no way in hell i could be a prince, i’m a fuckin’ king, baby.” 

“alright alright, let me just appreciate how handsome you are, okay?” you held his face between your hands as you reached over to place a kiss at the corner of his lips. “what do you say we relax for a moment in the bath, hm?”

“relax means fuck, right?” he retorted, that usual grin back to his face. 

you bursted into laughter as you made your way to the wide bath, moaning at the relief of the water. he soon joined after you, reveling at the warmth of and tranquility of the bathwater. it had some rose petals floating on the aromatic water, scattered along with healing herbs. 

“i wish i could stay here forever with you, kidd.” you gazed towards him, soon standing up before him. 

he placed both of his hands on your hips as he studied and memorized how your body looks and relished his plans on how to ruin you. “we can do that,” he replied. “i’ll take you with me.”

you got settled down by his toned thighs, rigidly supporting your weight as you straddled his lap. he looked at you with so much desire as he scrutinized your body with his lips, placing wet kisses on each column and juncture of your torso. sucking on each of your mounds and taking his time nibbling on the bundle of nerves in between, ravaging moans out of you until you tug on his hair and scratch on his skin. he left visible marks on you from your jaw, across your neck, on the span of your chest, on the roundness of your breasts, and on the stretch of your stomach. he also took his time placing kisses on your fingers, particularly your knuckles up to your wrist where your pulse resides. 

he then pulled you closer by your hips, your core and his manhood rubbing against each other. he kneaded at the flesh on your rear as you also took your time in leaving hickeys at the wide span of his chest and neck. savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin as you get closer and closer to his member, “ready?” you mumbled, hands wrapping around his overwhelmingly prodigious length before you dip down the lukewarm bathwater. 

he licked his lips as he looked you down before softly holding your jaw and rubbing your lips with his thumb, “can you handle it, though?” his canines tugged at his lips as he grinned, haughtily looking down at you.

“you’ll be whining for more when i’m done with you, big guy.” you scoffed before finally dipping down and giving him the best head of his life. under the water, your gurgling sounds from gagging too much due to his girth and length drove him to the seventh heaven. he threw his head back, hands gripping either side of your head as he bucked his hips forward and felt the head of his length touch your throat mercilessly. he moaned in bliss as it chorused your name, relishing at how your nails dug by his hips and how bubbles rose from where you were submerged.

you finally emerged, trying to get some air as your chest heaved. “it felt fuckin’ surreal underwater, goddamn.” he welcomed you, “glad it didn’t kill ya.” he gave your rear a smack after you gave him a side glare. 

“it almost did!” you pouted and turned your back on him as you crossed your arms. he stood up as he laughed to himself, snaking his arms by your sides then up to your mounds. you squealed at the sudden warmth that played on your breasts, fiddling with the bundle of nerves on the middle. hot kisses also littered your neck as it traveled up your jaw. 

“can you stay mad at me, hm?” he nibbled at your ear, deep voice shaking you down to your core. “i’ll make it up to you real good, my lovely.” his hands slithered down your crevice, it throbbed at his touch.

his fingers slid in your core, two fingers already sending shockwaves coursing through your nerves. you could feel him rubbing his member at the cleft of your rear, stimulating you from front and back and driving you beyond your sanity. your knees felt numb, you would’ve fallen down to the ground if it weren’t for his hand on your core and the other was wrapped on your neck. 

“tell me,” he gruffly whispered. “ya still mad?” his fingers fervently rubbed you while his thumb stimulated your clit as it hazed all your senses. your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you clawed on his sinewy arms for support, struggling to keep yourself standing up at how your thighs shook amidst the arrival of your climax. all you could throw back was slurred words and continuous pleads that soon turned into desperate moans. “‘s what i thought.”

you panted heavily as you reached your climax, getting a hold of yourself as he sat you down on the space between his thighs on the wooden platform under the hot bath. all the while, comforting you with scattered kisses on your shoulders. his arms rested around your waist, placing his lips on your shivering skin as he seemingly can’t get enough of you. “what do ya think about bein’ queen of pirates, aye?”

“i’ve had enough of regality and its bullshit.” you huffed an annoyed sigh.  “but i wouldn’t mind if i’m with you.” you leaned closer to his neck, squirming under his touch near your sensitive areas.

“that’s pretty sweet of you, huh? this the princess package?” he placed a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your ear.

“ah trust me, the princess in me is a version you wouldn’t want to experience.” you pressed his head further to your neck to feel more of his hot kisses.

“hm? i’d fuck the shit outta her then.” he licked a long trail on the column of your neck.

“let’s…” you started, trying to catch your breath. you turned around to face him, settling yourself on his lap once more. “go all the way.”

“cmon then.” he cocked a grin, “show me what you got.”

after rubbing his thick head on your crevice, you’re gradually adjusting to his staggering size. he leaned back and spread his arms by the sides of the rocks as he watched you fall into the abyss of delightful sin at how full you feel. you grabbed  on his shoulders for support as you bounced on his length, his hands fisting the flesh on your bum and guiding your movement. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, my princess. such a fuckin’ whore for me.” he moaned, caressing the side of your face as he connected his lips with you. his arms wrapping around your waist as he thrusts his hips in chorus with yours, sending you to the ends of the earth at how desperate he was pounding into you. he buried his face between your breasts, engulfing his moans and biting at your sensitive spots..

each time he looked up at you he’ll see hearts in your eyes and savor how flushed your cheeks were. and each time you’d look down at him, he’d have this clouded look in his gaze where it seems that all he sees and hears is you. simultaneously chasing each other’s high, criminally fucking into each other as you two pursued climax after climaxes. not getting enough of each other and insatiably attracted to the feeling of being connected to one another. your core keeping his member warm and his member filling you up were the pleasures you two’d risk everything for. you’d wanted to do it all over again with him. 

and so you two did, professing love to one another through your carnal movements and whispering sweet and prurient somethings until the clock struck three and until your lower halves gave out. overstimulated and drunk on each other. bodies littered with bite marks, handprints, and kisses. that’s how you spent your night. 

you two snuck off once again, clothes loosely done as you made your way to the pier near his ship. you two plan on watching the sunrise, unbothered if someone else suspected the two of you. your hair had naturally dried, not caring if it’s styled or not. and so was kidd, his hair was loosely down and wasn’t in an updo. in your sincerest opinion, he looked more handsome that way.

 it was just an unspoken agreement that you two’d wait till sunrise and reveled each other’s embrace before parting again in the morning. hand in hand as they rested on his lap, your head settled on as his shoulders as he leaned back by a pillar to support the weight of both of you. 

“would you be delighted if i say i plan on joining you in that beautiful ship?” you suggested, observing the sea beneath your feet as they hang by the edge of the pier.

he perked up, looking at your face for any hint of insincerity. “ya really serious about that?!” his eyes shone in anticipation and excitement. “damn right i’d be hella delighted! fuck this kingdom, aye?”

you laughed a little. “fuck this kingdom.” you agreed, looking out the horizon as you watched the sun peeking and blinding you. you placed a hand above your line of sight to shield the light and watch the beauty of the sunrise. 

only to be scooped up by the palace guards and watch kidd be taken away from you as they knocked him down to the ground. it all happened too fast as you got farther and farther away from the man you spent the night with. he watched you disappear into the palace with a scornful glint in his eyes, reaching over with his face planted to the ground. you both screamed each other’s name, trying to break free from the strong restraints of the knights. 

“you are to be locked in your room until you learn your lesson!” your father announced harshly, “i am very disappointed in you, name. you’ve put our family’s name in disgrace!” 

“i couldn’t care less about the family’s name and whatever bullshit royalty! that’s all you two ever cared about! did you two actually care about me?! if i wanted to be a princess and marry a hooligan i don’t even know just because he can make our economy better?!” you bit back, tears streaming down your face as you poured out all your resent. your parents gasping at your language and boldness. “so tell me! w-what about him?! what will you do with him?!” 

“that man has done further damage to the palace and to you. he has bewitched you! such a feat only pirates can make!” 

“speak more ill of him and i swear, you two will have no heir to the throne much less a daughter!” the room felt grim and you see the horror in your parents’ eyes.  “in the short time that we’d met, he had been there more than you two could ever be in the two decades that i’ve lived!”

the room went silent.

“he’ll be rotting in the dungeon, awaiting his beheading. and you can’t do anything to stop it.” your parents stormed out the room after their verdict, you knelt to the floor in defeat, screaming to the ceiling at the cruel turn of events.

but you weren’t one to just stand by when your dream was about to be taken from you. as a child, you’ve explored every nook and cranny of the castle as you itched for adventure you couldn't keep still on your feet. no secret passageways are foreign to you. so you made your way to the passages among the castle walls. it was a dusty and skimpy trip but you were tunnel visioning right now, all that mattered was getting him out and leaving this rotten kingdom. 

you finally reached the dungeons where the knights are lazily guarding their sole prisoner. he caught sight of you and immediately livened up, you motioned for him to stay quiet as you took care of the knights by hitting them in a particular area of their neck and knocking them unconscious. 

“that was hot.” he remarked but you shushed him.

“no time for that! let’s get you out of here and sail away!”

“h-hold on!” the panic and hesitation in his demeanor was evident. he was not that usual haughty eustass kidd you’ve gotten to love. “are you really sure you want to sail away? with someone like me?”

“you ain’t deaf, aren’t you?!”

“a-aren’t you… scared of me?” he looked away bashfully, biting at his lips. 

you bursted into laughter. “what makes you say that, you silly fuck?”

he met your eyes, savoring the melody of your laughter. “all i’ve done was kill, pillage, and repeat. never in my life have i fuckin’ loved someone, and it’s scarin’ me how much i feel for you.” you noticed how his eyes got glassy and how his voice wavered. 

“look at me, eustass.” you held his face as your arms went past the holes between the bars. “i’ve seen how you are and i love everything about you. the fact that you came back for me is enough reason for me to know that you’re just as crazy for me as i am for you. a night with you had taught me more love than all my parents would’ve in my twenty years of existence.” tears streamed down your face as you announced your passion to him. it pleased you at how his expression softened with how he shut his eyes and leaned on your touch. “but, i have never loved someone too, what do you say we figure this shit called love together?”

his heart felt tight in that last bit, it was a found feeling he always experiences with you. with your words, all fear brimming in him  was instantly eradicated. to him, getting saved felt like outright vulnerability. and you’d expect kidd to not take that well knowing his nature, but something about the way you took the reigns and knew exactly what to do to escape made him feel hot and wanting for more of it. how you cleared his head and arranged it for him. or how you’d punt the shit outta those guards that he’d hoped you’d be so kind to give him a demo. and how you came back for him when all hope was lost. perhaps a new version of himself was discovered.

once you had opened his dungeon doors, all he could do was scoop you up by his arms and give you the deepest kiss. his grip tightening around you as you buried yourself deep inside his lips. it was just a few hours yet he managed to long for your lips and be in such misery without you. 

as you two made your escape, you couldn’t care less whether you get caught because kidd was no less stronger than each and everyone of your knights. the greatest knight you could ask for. he amassed metals and pummeled each one who dared cross your ways as you both exited the palace and made your way to the pier where his crewmates waited. he hoisted you up with his ability, a firm grip on your waist as he lifted you up like you weigh nothing. 

“got a pretty big treasure, captain?” one of his men greeted, smiling at the two of you as he unfurled the sails.

“hell yeah.” he gave you a kiss at the top of your forehead before raising your chin with his index finger and giving you a deep peck. “she’s quite the catch.”

idk why this took so long but yes more aus with kidd! these are so much fun to make uwu