#pirate!jjk

[diremoone]

princess gone… pirate?

a brief jump back onto the jjk bandwagon lol. i couldn’t get this blurby idea out of my head. but wow this turned out longer than i expected??

Imagine the famed Pirates! Gojo and Geto getting the shock of their lives one day when the princess they were hired to kidnap for another kingdom ends up a stowaway on their ship.

They’re immediately confused just as much as they are sympathetic to your plight once you admit your situation to them and how you got onto their ship.

But the last thing they expected was to hear that you were the one that put up the bounty on your own head.

Yeah, that would send anyone for a loop.

So you end up working for them, even after you give them the lump sum of money promised to them. You spend half a week in the kitchens and the other half on the deck cleaning, getting to know the way of the life of pirates fairly quickly. You even have their help fitting into clothes and word usage more suited to the lifestyle (the latter from Maki herself) of a pirate so no one recognizes you right off the bat.

You assimilate so well over the next few months that you’re far too busy to notice that the captains of the ship have taken a liking to you—a very deep liking, in fact. No longer are there just sparks between them, but they’re there for you as well.

And slowly, they begin to integrate themselves into your busy schedule (a schedule that gradually becomes less busy because no one can tell you off because you’re with their captains). They learn your favorite drink, favorite food, that you really aren’t a fan of any type of beverage that might get you drunk or gets anyone else drunk.

Every town they visit for stocking up on supplies, Suguru always brings you back a couple new books to read to cure boredom over the long trips and days at sea. He makes sure to keep a list of the ones he buys so he doesn’t accident them twice, or just in case you want to read the same book again but can’t remember the name.

Satoru always brings you new food to try when he’s sure that no one will recognize who you are, allowing you to experience things beyond what the cold castle walls gave you. He brings you to meet some of his friends and family that remain on the islands or other countries so they can get to know his future wife you better.

And in turn, you get to know them better. You know that Satoru has a sweet tooth for the ages, that Suguru likes to braid the hair of his adoptive girls and is very good at it, that the two have been together ever since they were teenagers and have been inseparable since.

Which is why you’ve thrown aside any possibilities with being romantically involved with either of them.

Unfortunately, it’s that little crevice of doubt that allows trouble to step in and strike, by the hands of none other that Naoya Zen’in himself: an infamous pirate that conquered an entire kingdom within a day and made himself the new ruler, plundering everything and making slaves of everyone as far as the country’s border reached.

That little seed of doubt is what allowed Naoya to capture you while gathering new supplies, taking you away from the two men that had sworn off war with other pirates—men that had sworn off war because it was what they knew best.

And while you knew that the two would come for you, as did Naoya, neither of you knew the utter carnage that would follow from your kidnapper’s mistake.

[miasmareninto]

just a pirate au🥴

[chosos-mascara]

with me

𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - as you find yourself awake at night, you wonder if it's time to confess to captain gojo. (pirate au)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - kissing

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The wood creaks among the gentle sounds of the sea. 

What was usually a comforting lull to soothe you to slumber kept you awake tonight. The ship's rocks were something you'd grown accustomed to over the past several months; groans of cedar and oak paired with the calm ripples in the night's water were all much louder once your crew were tucked into their quarters. During the early hours of the morning you know a few of them may still be awake - though you find yourself hoping for one's presence over others.

Captain Gojo. At first you had begrudged that name, but now it felt just as natural as your own. You were so sure you'd hated him too, yet with passing time it was fairly obvious you felt only endearment toward him. You didn't know when this switch had occurred - only that his features felt so much softer now. Silky white hair that had been left to grow a little too long seems to frame his face so well, those frightening blue eyes easing your worries through sight alone. 

You were from another vessel. A raid had resulted in yourself migrating to the Kaisen as a bargaining chip - Sukuna hadn't cared for you all too well. It took only a few days to win over the newest member, Yuuji, and a few weeks for the others to come around. Once you'd displayed a lack of loyalty to your previous crew, an unwanted career choice as Sukuna had taken you from your home, Gojo and the others promised to return you to your native country. You neared it now, yet with every mile closer you couldn't find it within yourself to want to leave. You enjoy life exceedingly more with Gojo as a part of it. 

You need to speak with him. A sleepless night wouldn't do you good, nor would bottling up your feelings any longer than you already have. 

Slow footsteps from mid-deck to the top allowed you the warm embrace of solace, a small flame guiding your anxious mind. You stood outside of his door on the top deck, sea breeze chilling you through the thin fabric draped over your shoulders, covering the nightie you'd adopted from Nobara on one of your first nights aboard.

Fist hovering over the door, you knock once, and then twice. 

Silence follows as you await some form of response; your stomach twists. Tonight wouldn't be the night you confess, and as you stare at the wood planks beneath your toes, you wonder if any night would be. You were likely less than a week from your destination, and once arrived, you would part ways with the friends you'd made.

Your foot drags backward, and then the other as you turn to leave. Only, as you glance toward the door in one final look of regret, you watch as it opens slightly, pale fingers wrapped around oak. Gojo's face emerges in the darkness, and after only one look at your sheepish expression, he opens the door wider. 

Slipping past him and into his room makes you feel like two teenagers sneaking around, yet you continue on, his tall frame towering over your apprehensive one. 

It wasn't often you would see the captain's quarters, in fact you were sure you could count the times you'd peered in on one hand - let alone stepped foot within them. As you stood within his room, watching as he pushed the door closed, you felt as if you were intruding on an intimate part of his life.

His bed is raised and sturdy, the pillow creased within the middle, a blanket messily slued to one side. You assume he would've pushed it off of himself to answer the door, previously laying awake much like you had been. There's a table on your left drowned in papers, various types of scrawling and writing upon them. You inch closer as you succumb to curiosity, forgetting you were intruding on his life.

Propped against the wall, there's a canvas, a painting of himself and a male of the same age, dark hair tied messily back into a bun. They're both smiling widely, Gojo's arm is loosely over his shoulder. That was something you weren't sure you'd seen much of - his genuine smile.

"That's my best friend." You're startled as Gojo's voice is suddenly closely behind you, his presence lingering within arm's length. He's staring at the drawing with dulcet eyes, a downturn to his lips. "Where is he now?" The question is asked with some reluctance as you sense an offish aura about him. Gojo adjusts his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms. "I killed him."

Your eyes widen, and he laughs breathily, his shamed expression facing floorboard. He doesn't wait for an interrogation, simply offering you context before your mind would spiral. 

"He tried to kill one of our crew members, injured others too. I had no choice."

Your hand reaches to him in the name of comfort, though stalls as you're only an inch away. "I'm sorry." Gojo glances down to your retreating hand. "Don't be."

"Why did you come here?" Moments had passed in awkward air as you shifted uncomfortably on the spot, mouth opening, and closing. Now hadn't felt to be a good time, the air staled with his open heart. "I couldn't sleep, thought maybe you couldn't either." A half lie, you had expected him to be awake too, for some reason. "I was drifting in and out." Gojo paces past you and to the bench, throwing himself into the seat and leaning back against the desk. His elbows meet table top, and he leans back with eyes closed.

"We're almost to your home-town, now." There felt to be bitterness on his tongue as he'd made his statement. "Are you excited?" "I-" You pause. "Yeah." Although the response had been what he'd been expected to hear, your drab tone hadn't been. Gojo opens his eyes at this, watching you through half closed lids.

You step toward him slowly, and he remains still. Despite himself seated, his face is almost level to yours. You place a hand to his cheek with reluctance, and finally allow yourself to express how you feel.

Your lips meet his slowly, and at first, he doesn't reciprocate your kiss. But as you linger on him, eyes squeezing to push back tears, his hand finds it's way to the back of your neck, and you're locked into place. The pair of you spend a few moments of sereneness against the other, his mouth opening slightly upon your lips to allow tongue to slip past. It drags over yours, and you respond in kind with a flick, meeting within your connected lips.

Gojo breaks the kiss sooner than you would have liked, leaving your lips victim to the cold air.  His eyes are locked onto yours, but you can't bare to meet them, dropping to his chest. A white loose tunic, the strings at the breastbone open to leave the 'v' revealing bare skin, balloon sleeves meeting wrist. To match had been black cotton trousers you'd assumed to be stolen - or at least purchased through stolen gold. He hadn't worn anything at his feet, bare much like yours had been against varnished wood.

"Do you want to leave?" Gojo's question is abrupt, and it pulls you from your thoughts. You gaze up to his face now, but his expression is indistinct. His hand drops from it's place at your neck, nestling instead into the small of your back. "Now, here?" The confusion slips from your mouth with a crackle as your throat is dry, your breaths still uneven. His lips are straight, his stare quiet. "The Kaisen. Us."

Your furrowed brow lifts and your face softens. "No, I don't."

"Don't, then." His fingers swirl over your back, the nightie a thin barrier between your skin and his. "Stay with us, with me." Gojo's voice is hushed as he swallows what pride he thought himself to have as he opened his soul to you. You smile freely, hands enveloping his cheeks once again to place a kiss over his lips once again - this time small, and sweet.

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[rorja]

pirate!suguru is a man who easily commands attention.

his name echos on the lips on children, stuffed dangerously close to the edge of searocks, in plein water — risking so just to take a peek of the legendary ship he owns.

the women of the village, even though tired and with fingers all shriveled from washing linen on the shore, try their best of luck. walking amongst the folks on the streets, holding their wicker baskets and their heads low to not meet strangers eyes. their whispering close to themselves with a hand in front of their mouths.

suguru walks, as if the bath of the onlookers on the main square is nothing more than droplets amidst the salty air kissing his skin in the early morning. as if tales about his birthright place amongst the many sons and daughters of the olympus have not been widely spread throughout the small village. and it’s frustrating. infuriating.

you envy the sea. to have birthed such a dutiful son, to be the one who’s solely holding his heart.

because suguru looks like a god — something divine that could only come from the finest of paintings, but he always has been so. from the days he used to sport an haircut perhaps too uneven, gotten from the only pair of scissors that could be found in the third drawer of the kitchen. from the bun he would tie his hair in, on days he would run between the freshly washed linen and big, colorful skirts of many dancers on the main square amidst the village’s main festivities.

you watch him from afar, wondering if the people who now blushed at his mere presence remember the kid he used to be. the one with a tooth missing and some bruises on his knees because of clumsiness.

(the one who always held your hand— guiding you through a labyrinth of salt and sheets hung to dry. scattered kisses from the sea drying somewhere between your small toes and ankles.)

you wonder if he still cling to the memories of sunsets and handmade seashells necklaces— all of what remains of a youth that resurface every time when his name is mentioned, or when the moon hangs lonely in the deep sky.

but he doesn't. in your heart, you can feel this answer growing louder like the sole of his footwear on sand. jewelry tingling, dancing under the warm rays of the sun altogether with the one too many knives hidden in his bizzarre and dirty clothes.

(he chose the sea. he chose the sea, leaving you behind.)

suguru walks, never once turning back to mourn the life he had bargained for his freedom. he belongs to the sea. and it's painfully visible in his stance, in the white crystals among his hair, in his longing eyes.

the grip around the seashell on your necklace tighten. suguru left you behind— and yet, you can't help but fall for the ghost of this stranger once again.

a/n : don't ask me what is this...... i literally have no idea..... i just had a vision and ran with it TT

[kacievvbbbb]

While I’m sure he will because obviously (and I low key want him too because I’m tired of powerscalers)

I think it would make a lot of sense (and be super impressive) if Mihawk doesn’t have conquerors Haki.

He just doesn’t display any domineering attitudes at all, nothing about him screams desire or need to impose his will on anyone.

Like I don’t think it’s a coincidence that everyone we’ve seen use conquerors are either high ranking members of extremely large crews/territories in which they are constantly enforcing their will on their crew or they have such a fierce need to protect something they turn that will on the world. It’s not lost on me that the first time we see Luffy unconsciously use Conquerors it’s in a bid to save ace.

Mihawk neither has nor wants a large crew and there’s nothing he particularly wants to protect. Even his title I’d wager isn’t something he wants to “protect” giving his desperate want of stronger opponents.

Hell I’d argue that he didn’t have a “Will” till he met Zoro and wanted him to inherit it. I think that’s apart of what makes the whole interaction so surprising to him.

Also I think ghat regardless who they are or their general disposition people are drawn to people with Conqueror’s Haki and CH users are drawn to leadership.

Hell even Zoro who of the confirmed users has the closest personality to Mihawk especially before finding the crew. Had Johnny and Yasuke (I’ll never forget you too ✊) who looked to him as an older brother figure. Also I’ll just say that Zoro is more aggressive than Mihawk generally, he does intend to scare people a lot. And Despite his abrasiveness people can’t help being drawn to him just like Luffy (albeit in a lesser way). And Mihawk just doesn’t have that.

But You know who does? Buggy!

People just can’t help but be drawn to the clown they can’t help but make him their captain, they so readily believe his bolstering even though he doesn’t have much to back it up with. Hell even Mihawk and Crocodile have fallen under his spell it’s like they’ve forgotten (especially Mihawk) that they don’t actually have to go along with his bullshit. I wouldn’t be suprised if Buggy had CoH. We’ve already seen him become less of a coward by declaring what he really wants. He has a larger than life dream and The people love Buggy and Buggy for as mush as he hides it loves the people. He’s been too much of a coward so far to unleash it but All he needs is to actually make a stand for the sake of his crew and I wouldn’t be surprised if he unlocked Conquerors (that would have everyone that knows him fucking gaggged my god)

Anyway back to my point By no definition of the word can Mihawk be classified as a “leader” and I wouldn’t classify him as a “conqueror”. And so I think it would make so much sense for his character not to have the Haki of one. But what I do think would be cool is if he’s like an absence for conquerors haki. Like it just doesn’t work on him not because he has a stronger will but because he has no “will” he is the absence of will and so therefore cannot make others bend or be made to bend. He simply is.

[haveatthee83]

My last few days:

Thank you guys so fucking much. None of you know how much it means to me that I can make anyone a little bit happier/have a little fun with my writing/art. Thank you all for making my absolute year over these last few days. It's insane, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Ps: My regular readers and followers, you guys are noticed and appreciated and I'm so happy you're here. Thank you so much.

[mindmotives01]

Falling down is an accident, staying down is a choice.

[isabeauwolf]

Okay peeps, I'm curious.... if you woke up and your top 4 current anime crushes and fixations were in the in your room how would you react?

Yes, they would be reverse isakai'd with their powers and all.

Here's mine

I would be a blushing mess

No doubt all of them would be confused that I know who they all are after I said their full names or villain alias'.

Plus Law and Kai would see my merch of them. On top of me wearing both my LawLu shirt and Monsterhaul hoodie X///////x

Try not to freak out and have a full blown fangirl mode activate.

Try to convince Kai that he's in a world that's quirkless and all of them that they are fiction characters in our world?

Pff, the hell would Law and Kai reaction knowing that my daughter knows them with how much I fangirl about them. She at least knows who Dabi is, about his quirk and his burns.

Would Geto and Dabi be chill about the whole thing? Or glare at me.

God forbid, if Kai and Touya saw my fanfics and spicy, smut I wrote between them and my oc Mary X/////////x Not to mention what's on my computer.

Of course, I'm overthinking. How can I not?!

What about you guys? I wanna hear your answers, please?

@fanofflames @slayfics @m3gumibear @angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog @supreme-burrito @staitc-rj

[shadowofroses]

Embracing Mermay 1

TW: drowning, TW: The Ocean, Pirate reader, Mergojo. Fem reader I guess I only mentioned Bride. Which could be said to anyone.

It wasn’t anything you were personally prepared for.

Then again being a Pirate on the Seas, Voyage of Souls with Captain Geto was nothing anyone could prepare for. Neither would sailing straight into a hurricane.

You were struggling to swim as the currents were currently pulling you downward. Air bubbles being stolen from your form as you were close.

So close.

You felt something around your ankles. Mind screaming shark but. It felt like skin? Your eyes seeing black spots shot down to your ankle. More air coming out of your mouth out of shock as you saw a Man. White hair, blue eyes that glowed, as he tugged you down towards him, you tried to struggle against him but your body was growing weaker. You hardly noticed he had a tail. The only thing you recalled was the glow of his eyes getting closer, and closer the feel of his lips against yours.

This...was an interesting way to go out. Random man in the middle of the ocean kissing you. He had to have been an angel with how ethereal he was.

When you came to you felt a weight against your chest, lips against yours as they breathed into you, you started to cough up water, everything felt sore.

You heard a relieved sigh as whoever saved you leaned forward and ran their hand through your wet hair. “Thank goodness, thought I lost you there…” your eyes fluttered open, only for your breathing to hitch as your eyes caught ahold of the same blue eyes from before, looking down at you in fondness.

“Who….”

A finger placed against your lips, “Sh…focus on breathing. That’s it…” He then pulled away giving you a cheeky grin. “Consider yourself lucky, I don’t just kiss everyone you know~”

You blinked finally registering that something...harder brushed against your legs, looking down you saw his tail, mirroring the color of his eyes as it brushed against your legs. If you weren’t mistaken it reminiscent of a Koi Fish.

Your eyes widened. “Mermaid?”

“Technically, Merfolk. Mermaids are just the women of our kind.” He hummed staying close to you as his fingers played with your hair. “Be grateful I wasn’t a Siren.”

“Does...a Mermaid...Mer Kiss do anything?”

He flashed a Wicked grin. “Nothing big, just made you my bride.”

“WHAT?!” you yelled out causing you to wince, and he busted up laughing at your reaction.

“So cute...It extended your life by a little.” He said before going into a pout. “Why...would being my bride really be that bad?”

[sixeyescurseuser]

Prince/Pirate

Thinking about Gojo who is a prince known for running away for weeks at a time. His current excursion was done purely out of spite because noble court advisor, Nanamin, claimed he wouldn’t be able to survive the pirate life. 

So here Gojo is, living it up on the Black Dragon’s ship. He was actually exchanged as a prisoner from the initial crew he tried joining, but they ended up trading him for more resources. 

Now, the Black Dragon’s captain scrutinizes him from head to toe with sharp, silent eyes. 

At first glance, Captain Geto knows this pretty boy comes from money. And there’s no way in hell he’s built for this lifestyle. 

“I’ll drop you off at the next seaport,” Geto says before Gojo can even get out a simple greeting. Gojo gasps, deeply offended. 

Gojo removes the sheer blindfold that previously covered his eyes, exposing the azure blue that is easily recognized of that of Prince Gojo. 

Captain Geto’s eyes widen a fraction before doubling down. 

“Oh, we are definitely dropping you off at the next port.”

There’s no way Geto is risking his and his crew’s livelihood for a runaway prince!

Gojo frowns, and has the audacity to cross his arms in disapproval, like he’s the one in charge. 

“Well, it’d certainly be shame if after you dropped me off, I went ahead to tell the royal guard that I had just escaped the evil clutches of the Black Dragon. Would be a damn shame if a bounty were to be placed on your head,” Gojo ponders out loud. 

The captain’s gaze hardens, and Gojo knows he’s on the way to bargaining his way onto this crew. “While you decide on your answer, I’m going to go look for food around here.”

Gojo squawks when a rough hand grabs him by the collar, preventing him from walking away.

“I’ve already made up my mind. You’re allowed to stay as long as you obey my direct orders,” Geto bluntly says. 

“Okay, but-“

Geto loudly clicks his tongue, cutting Gojo off.

“If that’s anything other than ‘Yes, Captain,’ I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

After that, Gojo sulks. He’s also forced to help the other cooks prepare the food and serve the crew first before being allowed to eat himself. A younger boy with pink-ish hair sits down next to him, offering a friendly smile. 

“Don’t worry, sir, if he didn’t throw me overboard when I first joined, then he certainly won’t kick you off,” he says. Gojo hums, wishing he had honey he could add to sweeten up this godawful, bland porridge. 

“Good to know…?”

“Itadori Yuji,” the boy introduces himself. 

“Nice to meet you, Yuji-kun.”

***

Gojo on deck cleaning duty, but it’s very hot outside so he’s shirtless…all sweaty and pink where the sun kisses his skin. 

Geto happens to walk by. Gojo is so focused on his work, but also yapping to the other crew members who are really invested in his story, that he doesn't notice Captain Geto stop in his tracks. 

Shoko, Geto’s second-in-command, waves her hand in front of his face: “Hello? Captain? I have some updates on our future routes…Captain?”

Geto is too focused on the way powerful muscles flex back and forth. The prince is so freaking tall. And why is his waist so tiny?

Geto squints. 

***

If there’s one thing Gojo didn’t need to be trained on when it comes to being a pirate, it’s speaking whatever is on his goddamn mind. 

Gojo watching Geto retreat to the captain’s room to plan their next route, eyes trailing down to Geto’s ass.

Gojo: “I could take him.”

Crew member, Haibara: “In a fight? Hmm, questionable.”

Gojo: “Nah, not like that.”

Haibara: “Eh?”

On another occasion, Gojo mentions that he once ended a five-year relationship. 

Crew member, Choso: “Holy shit, that’s tough, mate. Didn’t realize princes were even allowed to date.”

Geto: [🤨]

Gojo: “It’s okay, it wasn’t my relationship. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Who knew the most common nights husbands cheat on their wives would be a Thursday?”

Geto: [relieved sigh]

The story is, one of the times Gojo ran away, he made a name for himself as the “Six Eyes” where he was paid to follow spouses to investigate if they were committing adultery. 

An example of Gojo’s note to a client: “Yes, he’s cheating. No, he couldn't make her cum. Their next meeting is Saturday at XXX bar. Do yourself a favor and dump him.”

The notes were also written in the most ELEGANT calligraphy. 

***

Gojo learns that despite being young for a captain, Geto is very respected and relatively feared among the ocean. He’s charming when he needs to be, and always extremely careful. 

Geto has made many friends around the world, but also a lot of enemies. The Black Dragon has been susceptible to many attacks, whether intercepted by the royal ships or other violent pirates. 

The crew admires their captain unconditionally. He’s provided them with a place to belong, after all. While Geto embraces their individual fighting styles, he has also taught martial arts to those who didn’t know how to fight before joining.

Gojo also learns that, boy oh boy, does Captain Geto despise the aristocrats. It was no question that royals were included as well.

Geto’s way of life is a direct resistance against the excessive luxury the wealthy live in, while ignoring the needs of common folk. Involving smaller, innocent towns in the battles between the political strifes was another huge issue too. 

Thus, Black Dragon is a pirate ship that picks targets based on status and wealth, and they also redistribute this wealth and communicate information between the smaller islands and ports. 

***

They visit Geto’s hometown, which had been depleted of resources by nearby military forces during past wartime. Their economy was shot, but they were in the process of slowly rebuilding and recovering. The scenery was beautiful too. 

While at one of the ports, some enemies catch sight of Geto and his crew. The enemies approach with calculated steps, definitely planning to cause trouble. 

Gojo is obviously very out of his element, but he still doesn’t appreciate being told to wait on the ship while Geto and the crew settle things off.

Gojo "agrees," then proceeds to walk off and hide inside a random shop for five minutes before leaving to hide among the crowd so he can watch Captain Geto in action, dueling this other no-name pirate.

There Gojo is, extremely proud for egging the pirates on and cheering for HIS captain. 

Geto’s crew spot Gojo and are like: “Aren’t you supposed to be on the ship?” 🤨🤨🤨

Gojo brings a finger up to his lips with a pleading expression. 

Shoko: “At least put a hat on. If the Captain spots that white hair, he’ll definitely get distracted.”

She lends him a cloth to wrap around his head. Now, Gojo looks like a proper pirate!

The enemy eventually yields, and backs off after a rather aggressive threat from Captain Geto. Gojo doesn't have much time to drool over how sexy Geto looks because Gojo must BOOK it to the ship to save his ass. 

A few minutes later, Geto returns, then points to the cloth wrapped around Gojo’s head: “Why are you wearing that?”

Gojo, yeeting the cloth off: “No reason!”

Gojo then notices the sheer amount of things Geto carries in his arms. When he asks whether Geto bought souvenirs, Geto tells Gojo to follow him.

They end up in the captain's room, where Geto shows Gojo his collection of trinkets which were gifts from the common people Geto visited during his travels. 

Unlike the royal gifts that are typically bestowed, like expensive perfumes, jewelers, or pounds of gold, these trinkets were like handmade bracelets, a shiny coin dating centuries back, paintings from children, etc. They were all thank you gifts for visiting their islands and helping out one way or another.

Gojo is entirely taken aback.

“Holy shit, you've touched so many people's lives!” Gojo exclaims, bright blue eyes shining with wonder. “You're fucking amazing, you know that? It's an honor to be on your ship, Captain.”

Geto doesn't respond, merely has a sincere yet shy smile on his face.

At that moment, hearing those words come from Prince Gojo himself, Geto felt seen in a way that feels new and exciting and makes something warm flutter in his chest.

Oh no, abandon ship! Abandon ship! The voice inside his mind shouts.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

[estellan0vella]

The Legend of The Cursed Tempest - Suguru Geto AU Word Count: 9.8K Content Warnings: murder, blood, violence, death Masterlist for Eras AU

You walk through the town in the commoner clothes that make your skin itch but hide your true heritage from the other people you reside with. As far as they are concerned, you are an orphan who found her way to the town with hopes of a better life, not a noblewoman on the run from your and your husband-to-be's families. Every day, you live in fear that someone might see through your disguise, but you have managed to stay hidden so far.

The town is bustling with activity, merchants shouting their wares and children playing in the streets. You blend into the crowd, keeping your head down, when suddenly, a cry of alarm pierces the air. You look up to see the infamous pirate ship "Cursed Tempest" approaching the harbour, its black sails billowing ominously.

As your eyes dart around, you spot pirates harassing a young merchant woman. You dart forward, keeping the hood of your cloak up before you push one of the pirates back. 

"Leave her be!" you snap, helping the woman to her feet. "Is it not enough you're about to pillage our town?"

The pirate you pushed turns to you, surprise flickering across his face before it twists into a sneer. He grabs your arm, yanking you closer. "And who might you be to give orders?" he growls.

You glare at the man before the palm of your hand connects with his face. His sneer deepens as he tightens his grip on your arm, clearly unfazed by the stinging slap you delivered. You can feel the eyes of the townsfolk on you, a mixture of fear and curiosity in their gazes. The young merchant woman scurries away, her thanks barely a whisper as she disappears into the crowd.

"Feisty, aren't you?" the pirate sneers, his breath hot against your face. "We'll see how long that lasts."

Before you can retort, a commanding voice cuts through the chaos. "Enough, Ryuu."

The pirate releases you instantly, and you stumble back, catching your balance just in time to see a tall figure approaching. He moves with an air of authority, his dark hair tied back, a few loose strands framing his striking face. His eyes are sharp, assessing you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"Captain Geto," Ryuu mutters, stepping back respectfully. "She was—"

"I saw," Suguru Geto interrupts, his gaze never leaving yours. "And I'm curious. Who is this bold woman who dares to challenge my crew?"

"Just a concerned citizen," you reply, dodging his outreaching hand as he goes to push back the hood of your cloak. "Do not touch me."

Geto's eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, and then he chuckles, a deep, rich sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Feisty indeed," he murmurs, withdrawing his hand. "Most people in this town would rather cower than confront a pirate. You are... different."

You glare at him, refusing to be intimidated. "Leave us in peace. Haven't you done enough harm to other port towns?"

He tilts his head, considering your words. "Perhaps. But harm is a pirate's trade, is it not?" His smile fades, replaced by a look of genuine curiosity. "What are you hiding under that hood, I wonder?"

You pull the hood tighter, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your feet remain rooted to the spot. "Nothing that concerns you, pirate."

Geto takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he tries to peer into the shadow of your cloak. "I think it does concern me. You're hiding something, and I intend to find out what."

Desperation claws at your chest as you take a step back, but his presence is overwhelming, a dark tide threatening to pull you under. "I am no one of interest," you insist, your voice wavering slightly despite your best efforts.

"Everyone is of interest to someone," he counters smoothly. "And you, my dear, have certainly piqued mine."

With a final, defiant glare, you turn on your heel and blend into the crowd, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel his eyes on you as you weave through the townspeople, the heat of his gaze like a physical touch. Every step you take feels like a battle, but you force yourself to move, to get as far away from him as possible.

As you disappear into the alleyways, the noise of the market fading behind you, you know that Suguru Geto will not forget you. And though you escaped his immediate grasp, you can sense that this encounter is only the beginning of a dangerous game. One that you may not be able to avoid forever.

You hurry through the narrow streets, your mind racing. You need a plan, a way to protect yourself from the prying eyes of the pirate captain. The safety of your disguise feels more fragile than ever, and the stakes are higher than you ever imagined.

You enter the small room you rent and begin to throw your belongings into your bag. Your hands tremble as you move swiftly, knowing that staying here is no longer an option. The encounter with Suguru Geto has shattered the illusion of safety you've clung to for so long.

You glance at the jewellery in the bottom of the bag, the precious pieces that once adorned you as a noblewoman. They are your lifeline now, the means by which you sustain yourself. Each gem represents a fragment of the life you fled, a life filled with opulence and suffocating expectations.

As you hastily pack, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia and regret. You were supposed to marry into a powerful family, to live a life of comfort and privilege. But the weight of that future was unbearable, and you chose freedom over security, even if that meant living as a commoner, hiding your true identity.

You pause for a moment, clutching a delicate necklace with a sapphire pendant. It was a gift from your mother, a reminder of home. You consider leaving it behind, but the thought of parting with it feels like severing your last tie to your past. With a sigh, you tuck it carefully into a hidden pocket of your cloak.

A knock at the door startles you, and you freeze, heart pounding. Could it be Geto already? You move quietly to the window, peering out to see who it is. To your relief, it's the young merchant woman you helped earlier.

You open the door just enough to speak. "What is it?"

She looks around nervously before answering. "I wanted to thank you again for what you did. I also came to warn you. The pirate captain, he's asking around about you."

Your stomach drops. "Did you tell him anything?"

"No," she replies quickly. "But others might not be so loyal. You need to leave, and soon."

You nod, already knowing this. "Thank you. Stay safe."

She gives you a sympathetic look before hurrying away. You close the door and return to your packing with renewed urgency. Your mind races with possibilities. Where can you go? How far do you need to run to escape Geto's reach?

As you finish packing, a plan begins to form. There's a small port town to the north, one that isn't frequented by pirates. It's a risky move, but staying here is even riskier. You know the journey will be arduous, but it's your best chance at remaining hidden.

With your bag slung over your shoulder and the hood of your cloak pulled low, you slip out of your room and into the night. The streets are quiet, the chaos of the day replaced by an eerie calm. You stick to the shadows of the alleyways, using the cover of the night to shield you. 

"And where would you be going at this time of night?" A voice asks and you turn to see Geto standing at the end of the alleyway. 

You freeze, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Suguru Geto stands at the end of the alleyway, his silhouette framed by the dim light of a distant lantern. His presence is both commanding and menacing, and you can feel his eyes boring into you.

"Where would you be going at this time of night?" he repeats, taking a step closer. His voice is smooth, but there's an edge to it that sends a chill down your spine.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to remain calm. "None of your concern," you reply, your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. "I have no business with pirates."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your defiance. "A brave statement for someone so eager to flee. You must be hiding something very interesting."

You take a step back, your mind racing for a way out. The alleyway is narrow, and with Geto blocking the only exit, escape seems impossible. Desperation claws at you, but you refuse to let it show.

"I have nothing of interest to you," you insist, tightening your grip on your bag. "Leave me be."

Geto smirks, closing the distance between you with a few leisurely strides. "Oh, but you see, you've piqued my curiosity. And I always follow my curiosities to their end."

Panic rises in your chest, but you force yourself to think. Your only chance is to catch him off guard, to find a way to slip past him. You shift your weight slightly, preparing to make a sudden move.

But Geto is faster than you anticipated. In a swift motion, he grabs your arm, pulling you close. "Now, now," he murmurs, his grip firm but not painful. "No need for that. I just want to talk."

You glare up at him, defiance blazing in your eyes. "I have nothing to say to you."

"What are you running from?" he hums, his voice low and almost soothing. "Not me, you don't fear me. You fear something else."

"Are you quite finished?" you sigh, quirking an eyebrow, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance.

"Not at all," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours with a relentless intensity. "You see, I have a knack for finding out secrets. And yours, my dear, is particularly intriguing."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "There are no secrets here, just a woman trying to live her life."

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Living in the shadows, hiding under a cloak, evading questions... that's not living. That's surviving."

You narrow your eyes at him, pulling your arm free from his grasp. "And what would you know about it? You're a pirate, living by taking what you want, no consequences, no fear."

Geto's smile fades slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "You're right. I take what I want. And right now, I want answers."

"Well, this is the first time you can't take something you want," You retort. "How does that feel, pirate?"

For a moment, there's a tense silence between you, the air thick with challenge and unresolved tension. Then, to your surprise, Geto laughs. It's a low, rich sound that reverberates through the narrow alleyway.

"Intriguing," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "It's not often someone stands up to me like this. I admire your spirit, Yuna."

The use of the false name you gave him earlier sends a jolt through you, a reminder of the precarious situation you're in. You straighten, lifting your chin defiantly. "I'm not afraid of you, Geto. And I won't give you what you want."

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "Fearless and stubborn," he says, his voice low and almost admiring. "But everyone has a breaking point."

You refuse to back down, holding his gaze. "And I suppose you think you'll find mine?"

His smile returns, but it's different now—darker, more dangerous. "I don't just think, Yuna. I know."

The way he says your name, even the false one, sends a chill down your spine. You take a step back, your heart pounding. "You won't get anything from me."

"Perhaps not tonight," he concedes, his tone light but his eyes still sharp. "But the night is long, and the world is small. I'll be seeing you again, Yuna."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing in the alley, your pulse racing and your mind whirling. The encounter has shaken you more than you care to admit, but it has also steeled your resolve. Suguru Geto may be relentless, but so are you.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus. There's no time to dwell on the pirate captain's ominous words. You need to leave before he or his crew have a chance to track you down again. Clutching your bag tightly, you slip out of the alley and into the shadows, heading toward the northern road.

A week passes in the new port town, and you slowly fall into the routine you had in the previous town. The initial anxiety of being found by Geto begins to fade as you immerse yourself in the daily hustle and bustle.

You spend your days at the markets, carefully selecting the right people to sell your gems to. Each transaction is a delicate dance, ensuring you get a fair price without drawing too much attention to yourself. The jewellery you once wore as a symbol of your noble heritage now serves as your means of survival.

One morning, as you stroll through the market, you spot a familiar face among the crowd. The young merchant woman you had helped in the previous town stands at a stall, examining a piece of fabric. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Does she recognize you? Has she been followed?

You approach her cautiously, trying to appear casual. "Excuse me, miss," you say softly, your eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "Do you remember me?"

The woman looks up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Yuna! I didn't expect to see you here."

"Neither did I," you reply, glancing around nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to leave the last town," she explains, lowering her voice. "The pirates... they were causing too much trouble. I thought I might find some peace here. I'm Mei by the way"

"I have the same goal," You reply, adjusting the hood of your cloak. 

"They're looking for you," Mei says. "I told them you intended to go south but someone witnessed a cloaked figure on the northern road"

Your heart skips a beat at her words. "I appreciate you trying to mislead them," you say, glancing around to ensure no one is listening. "But if they know I went north, they'll be here soon enough."

She nods, her expression serious. "I figured you should know. You need to be careful."

"I always am," you reply, though the truth is, your nerves are frayed, and the constant running is taking its toll.

"Do you have a plan?" She asks, her concern evident.

"I'm working on it," you say, though the words feel hollow. You can't keep running forever, and the thought of constantly looking over your shoulder is exhausting.

She looks around before lowering her voice further. "There's a ship leaving tonight, bound for a port far from here. I can help you get on it."

"Okay," you nod, considering the offer. "How much?"

Mei shakes her head. "Nothing. Consider it repayment for helping me before. I owe you that much."

You hesitate, the weight of her generosity pressing on you. "Thank you, Mei. I appreciate it more than you know."

She gives you a small, reassuring smile. "It's the least I can do. Meet me at the docks an hour after sundown. I'll make sure you get on that ship."

You nod, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. The plan is risky, but staying here is no longer an option. "I'll be there."

As you part ways, you hurry back to your small room to pack the few belongings you have left. The thought of finally putting some distance between yourself and Geto brings a flicker of hope, but you know the journey ahead will be fraught with danger.

As the sun sets, you make your way to the docks, your cloak pulled tightly around you. The streets are quieter now, the usual bustle of the market replaced by the occasional murmur of people heading home or to the local taverns. You stick to the shadows, avoiding any prying eyes.

When you arrive at the docks, you spot Mei waiting near a small cargo ship. She waves you over, her expression tense but determined. "This is it," she whispers. "The captain owes me a favour. He'll take you as far as the port after next."

"Thank you," you say, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"Just stay safe," Mei replies, her eyes glistening with emotion. "And maybe one day, we'll meet again under better circumstances."

You nod, giving her hand a squeeze before turning towards the ship. The captain, a burly man with a grizzled beard, gives you a curt nod as you approach. "Get on board quickly," he mutters. "We set sail in a few minutes."

You follow his instructions, slipping onto the ship and finding a small, cramped space below deck. The sound of the crew preparing to leave and the creak of the ship as it sways in the water fill your ears. You take a deep breath, hoping this journey will finally bring you the peace you seek.

As the ship pulls away from the dock, you feel a mix of relief and apprehension. The night air is cool, and you wrap your cloak tighter around yourself, trying to stave off the chill. You know that leaving this town is only the first step in a much longer journey.

Two days pass on the ship and you're beginning to regret your choices. The crew members spend their free moments leering at you and the Captain is no better. You have foresworn sleep in order to keep yourself safe. 

As night falls, you stand at the bow of the ship, watching the wide expanse of the sea under the moonlight. Footsteps sound behind you and you stiffen but do not move. 

"I know who you are," The Captain murmurs as he stands next to you and your eyes widen. "The runaway Lady. Your betrothed is paying a hefty sum for your safe return and I intend to collect"

The tension on the ship is palpable as you stand frozen at the bow, the captain's revelation still echoing in your ears. Your hand tightens around the hilt of your concealed dagger, ready to defend yourself if necessary.

"I think not," you reply, your voice steady despite the rising panic. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll let me go."

Before the captain can respond, the shout of "PIRATES!" from the lookout draws everyone's attention. The crew scrambles into action, the chaos of the impending attack giving you a momentary reprieve.

You glance out over the water and see the dark silhouette of a ship approaching rapidly. The black sails billowing in the moonlight are unmistakable—it's the Cursed Tempest. Your heart races as you realize that Geto has found you once again, maybe unintentionally. 

You turn to the captain, who is barking orders at his men. "Let me go now," you say, your voice urgent.

He sneers at you, his greed evident. "I'm not letting you go. You're worth too much."

With no other options, you draw your dagger, the blade glinting in the moonlight. "Then I'll make sure you regret it."

Before the captain can react, you slash at him, the blade cutting through his shirt and grazing his skin. He stumbles back with a curse, his hand going to the wound before he lunges for you. You yelp as you and the captain go tumbling down the steps. 

Fortune favours you and you land on top of the captain. Before he can make a noise, you raise the blade and plunge it into his chest. The captain's eyes widen in shock, his body convulsing beneath you before going still. You scramble to your feet, breathless and shaking, the dagger still clutched in your hand. 

Blood stains your clothes, but there's no time to dwell on it. The chaos around you is deafening, the clashing of swords and the cries of battle blending into a cacophony of violence.

You glance around, desperate for a way out. The Cursed Tempest's pirates are overwhelming the crew, and you know it's only a matter of time before Geto finds you on the ship as his crew is notorious for killing every soul on board. 

As you look around, your eyes lock on the bow and the murky waters below. You mutter a quiet prayer before beginning to sprint towards the bow, dodging the captain's corpse and hurrying up the steps, clutching your skirts in your hand. 

But before you can leap over the edge of the ship, arms wrap around your waist and pull you away. You grip your dagger tightly before plunging it into your captor's arm, making him yell and stumble back, releasing you. 

You barely register the pirate's yell as you break free from his grasp. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. Without hesitation, you turn and sprint for the bow once more, the edge of the ship your only hope of escape.

But before you can reach it, another set of hands grabs you, this time stronger and more determined. You twist around, dagger at the ready, only to find yourself face to face with Suguru Geto. His grip is ironclad, and his eyes bore into yours.

"What a pleasant surprise," He grins down at you. 

"Let me go," you hiss, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

"Was the captain your handy work?" He asks you, looking at the blood staining your clothes and hands. 

You meet his gaze defiantly, refusing to show any fear. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "He tried to stop me."

Geto's grin widens, his amusement clear. "Impressive," he says, almost approvingly. "But it changes nothing. You belong to me now."

Anger flares within you, and you struggle against his grip. "I belong to no one," you spit out, pulling out of his arms.

As you turn to face him, the hood of your cloak falls down and Geto's eyebrows rise. His eyes rake over you as he runs his tongue over his teeth. 

"I see why you hide under the cloak," He says. "A young woman that looks like you shouldn't travel alone"

You roll your eyes at his flattery, turning and picking up the bag of your belongings you had dropped during the fight with the Captain. 

"If you jump overboard, I'll come in after you but then you'll have to deal with me being irate at the inconvenience," Geto says. 

"I'm not going to jump," You mutter, making sure your jewels are still in the bag. "I figure if I'm stuck with you until you get bored, I might as well have my own clothes and belongings"

Geto watches you with a bemused expression as you gather your things. "Smart girl," he says, nodding appreciatively. "You value your possessions. That's good. It means you have something to lose."

"Touch my belongings and I'll cut your fingers off," You snap. 

Geto's grin widens, clearly entertained by your defiance. "Let me give you a piece of advice: threats are only effective if you can back them up."

You motion to your blood-stained clothing and then the captain's body. "I told him he'd regret it if he didn't let me go and look at that, he regrets it. I keep my promises"

Geto's amusement doesn't falter as he regards you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of intrigue and admiration. "You certainly do," he concedes, a hint of respect in his voice. "But there's a difference between a captain and a pirate. You may have caught him off guard, but you won't catch me so easily."

You tighten your grip on your belongings, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "I'm not afraid of you," you say, though your heart pounds in your chest.

"Nor should you be," Geto replies smoothly. "Fear is a wasted emotion. But respect, that's another matter entirely."

You meet his gaze defiantly, unwilling to let him see any vulnerability. "I'll show you respect when you earn it."

His grin widens, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "Spoken like a true survivor. I think we'll get along just fine, you and I. Come along, I'll give you a tour of the Cursed Tempest"

"Oh joy," You say dully as you walk across the wooden plank between the two ships.

Geto tilts his head to the side, watching your impeccable balance and posture before he shakes the plank of wood. His eyebrows rise as you continue walking with ease, entirely nonplussed by his actions as you step down onto the Cursed Tempest.

Geto chuckles at your lack of reaction, clearly amused by your composure. "Impressive," he remarks, falling into step beside you as you navigate the deck of the Cursed Tempest. "Most commoners usually fall off. Noble women usually have good balance though"

He watches as you hum nonchalantly but your gaze shifts away from him. "I suppose I'm a commoner blessed with good balance"

"Sure, sure," Geto nods, noticing the dark rings under your eyes. "Christ, when was the last time you slept?"

"Hmm," You stifle a yawn. "Two days ago? No three? I don't know. Sleeping on that ship was not a safe option"

"So you managed to kill a grown man on next to no energy reserves?" Geto asks with amusement lacing his tone. 

"I have many talents," You reply with a shrug, rubbing your hands together so the dried blood begins to flake off your skin.

Geto's eyebrows rise in appreciation. "Apparently so," he remarks, his tone a mix of admiration and curiosity. "But even the most talented need rest."

You shake your head, the exhaustion evident in your movements. "I'll sleep when I feel safe."

"Well, you're on the Cursed Tempest now," Geto says, gesturing around.

"Not by will," You retort. 

Geto chuckles softly. "True," he concedes, "but it's still an improvement from where you were. And believe it or not, I do have some standards. My crew knows better than to mess with someone under my protection."

You glance at him sceptically. "Protection? And what do you get out of this, Geto?"

He meets your gaze steadily, a smirk playing on his lips. "Consider it a mutually beneficial arrangement. I get the satisfaction of unravelling your mysteries, and you get a safe place to rest and gather your strength."

You hesitate, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. Finally, you nod. "Fine. But I won't hesitate to defend myself if anyone crosses the line."

"Understood," Geto replies, still amused. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters."

You follow him across the deck, your steps unsteady but determined. The crew watches curiously, but no one approaches or speaks. Geto leads you to a small cabin, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter.

The room is small but clean, with a narrow bed against one wall and a small porthole letting in the soft glow of moonlight. You step inside, taking in the modest but private space. Turning to Geto, you nod in acknowledgement.

"Thank you," you say, your voice soft but sincere.

He nods, his expression serious. "Get some rest, Yuna. There's water in here for you to clean the blood from your hands"

 You glance at the small basin of water and the cloth next to it, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks," you repeat, your voice even softer.

Geto lingers for a moment, his eyes studying your face. "We'll talk more in the morning," he says finally. "Sleep well, Yuna."

With that, he steps back, closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. You move to the basin, dipping the cloth in the cool water and gently scrubbing the dried blood from your hands. The repetitive motion is oddly soothing, and as the water turns pink, you feel some of the weight lift from your chest.

Once your hands are clean, you splash some water on your face, feeling the grime of the past few days wash away. You dry off with the cloth and turn to the narrow bed. The mattress is thin and the blanket rough, but it's more than you've had in days.

You lie down, the exhaustion seeping into your bones. For the first time in a long while, you feel a semblance of safety. The gentle rocking of the ship lulls you into a deep, dreamless sleep.

You wake to the soft light of dawn filtering through the porthole. For a moment, you forget where you are, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then the events of the past days come rushing back, and you sit up, groaning as your muscles protest.

The small room is still quiet, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts. You know you can't let your guard down completely, but for now, you're grateful for the rest and the temporary reprieve from danger.

You pull your corset strings tightly, tying the laces before you pull on a clean dress. You sigh as you lace up your heeled boots before pulling part of your hair back and tying it with a ribbon.

As you step out of the cabin, the ship is already bustling with activity. The crew members are busy with their tasks, but you can feel their curious glances directed at you. Determined not to show any signs of discomfort, you lift your chin and make your way across the deck.

You spot Geto at the helm, speaking with his first mate. He catches sight of you and waves you over. "Morning, Yuna," he greets you, his tone surprisingly warm. "Sleep well?"

"Well enough," you reply, stopping a few feet away from him. "Why am I here?"

"I told you, I want to know your secrets," He shrugs.

"So I got abducted because you want to know my secrets?" You quirk an eyebrow as you lean against the railing.

"Pretty much, you intrigue me and believe me, that rarely happens," Geto replies. 

"Say I tell you my secrets," You begin as the wind whips your face. "What do I get in return?"

"What would you want in return?" 

"I want your word that you'll take me somewhere far from here," You say. "Far out of the reach of the Royal Navy"

"Oh?" Geto's eyebrow quirks at the little insight you drop. "Are you a criminal?"

"No," You shake your head. "I'm worse"

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I'm a woman with a quick mind," You reply. "That is my sin. I am a woman who outsmarted the Navy"

Geto's eyes widen slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his face before he quickly regains his composure. "Impressive," he murmurs, his tone laced with admiration. "Outsmarting the Navy is no small feat. Especially for a woman in your position."

You hold his gaze, determination in your eyes. "I had no choice. My betrothed is a captain in the Royal Navy. He's influential, ruthless, and will stop at nothing to control me. Marrying him would have meant the end of my freedom."

Geto leans against the railing beside you, his expression thoughtful. "I see. And now he's using his power to hunt you down."

"Yes," you reply, your voice steady. "That's why I need to disappear completely. As long as he has any hope of finding me, he won't stop."

Geto nods slowly, understanding the gravity of your situation. "Alright," he says finally. "I give you my word. I'll help you disappear, far from the reach of the Royal Navy. But I want the full story"

"Oh also," You begin. "Next port town, I need some suitable clothes. Dresses and heeled boots aren't great on a ship"

Geto's lips curve into a faint smile at your request. "Consider it done," he says, his tone reassuring. "I'll have someone make arrangements for you in the next port town. It's a shame you spent so long hiding your face, you're quite the exquisite gem"

You roll your eyes in response to the pirate captain's attempts to flatter you, not even offering him a polite smile as you stare out at the ocean.

The next port town is huge, a well-known area for merchants and because there are merchant ships, it's a beacon for pirates who loot and pillage to their hearts' content. You side-eye the pirate Geto had stuck you with for the day. A lanky man with snow-white hair and bright blue eyes by the name of Satoru. 

"Smile princess," Satoru nudges you. "You look so miserable all of the time"

"Ah yes," You roll your eyes, accepting his hand to help you get off of the ship. "Let's see, I am here against my will, your Captain is obsessed with knowing my secrets and now I am stuck. Spending the day with you"

"You're getting free clothes," Satoru shrugs. "And I am a delight to be around"

"You drink too much rum," You mutter. 

"And you don't drink enough," He jibes, nudging you. 

"I like to keep my wits and smarts," You retort as Satoru pushes open the door to the tailors. "Though I suppose you lack both when you're not inebriated so it makes no difference for you"

"Ouch, you're mean," Satoru grins. 

"I know," 

"No one move," Satoru calls with a wide, boyish grin on his face as his hand rests on his cutlass. "I need some clothes making for the lovely lady next to me. By order of Captain Suguru Geto"

The tailor's shop falls silent as you and Satoru enter, the occupants eyeing you warily. Satoru's grin remains in place as he glances around, clearly enjoying the reaction his presence elicits.

You step forward, your posture regal despite the circumstances. "I need practical clothing for life aboard a ship," you say, your voice soft. "And quickly."

The tailor, a middle-aged woman with keen eyes, nods quickly. "Of course, miss," she replies, her hands already measuring you with quick efficiency. "We'll have everything ready for you within the hour."

You glance at Satoru, who is still smirking. "Satisfied?" you ask dryly.

"Very," he replies, leaning against the counter. "See, it's not so bad. You'll have new clothes in no time, and then you can stop complaining about your dresses."

You roll your eyes but remain silent, allowing the tailor to take your measurements. As she works, you can't help but think about your conversation with Geto. His promise to help you disappear weighs heavily on your mind, and you know you'll need to trust him if you're going to escape the clutches of the Royal Navy.

Back on the Cursed Tempest, you find Geto waiting for you on the deck. He's leaning against the railing, his expression unreadable as he watches the activity around him. As you approach, he straightens, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Enjoy your excursion?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It was tolerable," you reply, holding up the bundle of clothes the tailor had hastily prepared for you. "Thank you for arranging this."

He nods, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "You're welcome, Yuna. Now, let's hear some more of your story"

"Naoya Zenin," You say and Geto's eyebrows fly up at the name. "That's who I was set to wed. A monster of a man. So I ran"

"So what's your real name?" Geto asks and you shake your head.

"A name has power," You say. "Power I don't trust you with yet"

Geto's eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn't press further. Instead, he nods in understanding. "Fair enough," he says, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "You've given me enough to start with."

You cross your arms, eyeing him warily. "What about your secrets, Geto? What's your story?"

His smile widens, and for a moment, he looks almost boyish. "Ah, but that's not how this works. I'm the captain here. My secrets stay with me."

You roll your eyes, turning away to find your cabin. "Typical."

As you walk away, you hear him chuckle behind you. "Once you're changed, come back up to the deck. We're having a party tonight."

"Sure," you mutter, descending the steps and entering your cabin. You shove the chair under the door handle, ensuring no one can enter without your permission before you begin to change.

Tight black trousers hug your legs, emphasizing your form, and are topped with a pair of knee-high black boots that click softly against the wooden floor as you move. You pull on a white blouse, snug around your chest, and roll your eyes in annoyance as you tug on the black corset over it, tightening it to accentuate your figure. You adjust the laces, making sure the fit is just right.

The transformation feels almost empowering. You glance at your reflection in the small mirror, a smirk playing on your lips. The clothes fit perfectly, giving you a sense of control you haven't felt in a while. You consider tying your hair back with a ribbon but instead, you leave it to fall freely, framing your face and adding a touch of wildness to your look.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of readiness wash over you. This is a new chapter, and you intend to face it head-on. Stepping out of your cabin, you make your way back up to the deck, your boots clicking against the wooden steps with each confident stride.

As you emerge, the deck is already alive with activity. The crew is bustling about, setting up tables laden with food and drink, stringing up lanterns that cast a warm, inviting glow over the scene. The sound of laughter and music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of celebration and camaraderie.

Geto spots you immediately, his eyes lighting up with a mix of surprise and admiration as he takes in your new attire. He pushes away from where he had been leaning against the railing, making his way toward you with an easy, confident stride.

"Well, look at you," he says, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Those clothes suit you."

You roll your eyes, though a small part of you can't help but feel a flush of satisfaction at his compliment. "Enjoying yourself, Captain?"

"Always," he replies with a grin. "Come, let me introduce you to the crew properly."

You follow him through the throng of pirates, feeling their curious gazes as they take in your transformed appearance. Geto leads you to a group gathered around a table, the crew members nodding in greeting as you approach.

"This is Yuna," Geto announces, his arm gesturing grandly. "She'll be with us for a while."

One of the crew members, a burly man with a thick beard, grins at you. "Welcome, Yuna. Don't let Geto boss you around too much."

"I'll do my best," you reply with a polite smile.

Geto chuckles, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Don't worry, she's already got me wrapped around her finger. She's quite the formidable woman."

You feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his words but let it slide, focusing on the atmosphere around you. The night is lively, filled with music, laughter, and the occasional cheer as someone wins a round of cards.

As the evening progresses, you find yourself relaxing, the tension in your shoulders easing. Geto stays close, introducing you to various crew members and ensuring you're never without a drink or something to eat. Despite his earlier bravado, he's surprisingly attentive, making sure you're comfortable.

At one point, he pulls you aside, away from the noise and bustle. "Having fun?" he asks, his tone genuine.

You nod, taking a sip of your drink. "More than I expected, honestly."

He smiles, his gaze softening. "Good. You deserve to enjoy yourself, Yuna. You're safe here."

For a moment, you allow yourself to believe him. The warmth of the lanterns, the sound of the sea, and the camaraderie of the crew create a bubble of safety and comfort that you haven't felt in a long time.

"So," he continues, leaning against the railing, "what did you think of the crew?"

You glance back at the rowdy group, a small smile tugging at your lips. "They're... interesting. In a good way."

He laughs, nodding. "They're a good bunch. Loyal to a fault. And now, they're loyal to you, too."

You raise an eyebrow, sceptical. "Just like that?"

"Just like that," he affirms. "I've told them you're under my protection. They won't let anything happen to you."

You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. But all you find is sincerity. "Why are you doing this, Geto? Really?"

He meets your gaze steadily, his expression earnest. "Because I see something in you, Yuna. Strength, resilience. And because I want to help you. No ulterior motives."

You nod slowly, feeling a strange sense of relief. "Thank you," you say softly.

He smiles, his hand brushing against yours. "You're welcome."

The night wears on, and as the party continues, you find yourself drawn into the camaraderie of the crew. Laughter and music fill the air, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a sense of belonging.

And through it all, Geto remains by your side, a steady presence in the chaos. As the night deepens and the stars twinkle overhead, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you've found a place where you can be safe.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourself settling into life on the Cursed Tempest. The crew quickly accepts you as one of their own, and Geto's protection ensures that you're treated with respect. Despite the initial uncertainty, you begin to feel a sense of belonging, a feeling that grows stronger each day.

Geto is a constant presence, his easy charm and genuine kindness drawing you in. You spend your days helping with various tasks on the ship, learning the ropes—literally and figuratively—and your nights are often spent in quiet conversation with Geto, sharing stories and laughter under the stars.

One evening, as the sun sets in a blaze of orange and pink, Geto finds you on the deck, gazing out at the horizon. He leans against the railing beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.

"You're quiet tonight," he remarks, his voice gentle.

You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "Just thinking."

"About?"

"About how different my life is now. How different it could have been if I hadn't run into you."

He turns to you, his expression serious. "Do you regret it?"

You shake your head, meeting his gaze. "No. Not for a second."

A smile tugs at his lips, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad to hear that."

You take a deep breath, the words you've been holding back for days finally spilling out. "Geto, I've been meaning to tell you something."

He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. "Oh? Should I be worried?"

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "No, nothing like that. It's just... I've realized something. Being here, with you and the crew, it's the first time I've felt safe in a long time. The first time I've felt like I belong somewhere."

His expression softens, and he takes your hand in his. "Yuna, you do belong here. With us. With me."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your chest tighten. "Thank you, Geto. For giving me this chance."

He steps closer, his hand still holding yours. "It's not just a chance, Yuna. It's a choice. And I'm glad you chose to be here. With me."

The air between you is charged with unspoken words, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. You can see the longing in his eyes, a reflection of your own feelings.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Geto leans in, his gaze never leaving yours. Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss. The world seems to fade away, the only thing that matters is the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips.

When he pulls back, his eyes search yours, seeking reassurance. "Is this okay?"

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes. It's more than okay."

He smiles, the relief evident on his face. "Good. Because I don't want to rush you, Yuna. I want this to be right."

"Call me Y/N," You murmur. 

Geto's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with warmth. "Y/N," he repeats, the name rolling off his tongue as if it were always meant to. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

You blush, the sincerity in his words making your heart flutter. "Thank you, Suguru."

He leans in again, this time more confident, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is both tender and passionate. You melt into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you lose yourself in the moment.

The months fly by, and by now, everyone in the port towns and on the Cursed Tempest knows that you're Geto's woman, making you untouchable. Satoru becomes a close confidant, a pest at times but a pest with a heart of gold.

You smile, leaning against the railings of the ship as you look out at the sea. A ship in the distance makes you squint, leaning forward to get a better look at the sails. The large emblem on the sails makes your heart stop and a strangled gasp escapes your lips.

"What is it?" Suguru approaches you, concern evident in his eyes.

"That's his ship," you murmur, fear creeping into your voice. "Naoya's ship. If he finds out that I am on this ship—"

Suguru's expression hardens. "We'll handle this, Y/N. We won't let him take you."

You nod, but the anxiety gnawing at your insides doesn't dissipate. The ship grows closer, and before long, the clash of steel and the roar of battle fill the air as Naoya and his crew board the Cursed Tempest.

In the midst of the chaos, you find yourself face-to-face with Naoya. The sight of him, with his cruel eyes and twisted grin, sends a shiver down your spine. He lunges at you, and you react on instinct, ramming your dagger into his shoulder before ripping it out and kicking him in the side. He staggers but quickly regains his footing, his face splitting into a menacing grin.

"I have been searching all over for you," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "And I find you living a life of piracy? I am surprised."

"Your fight is with me, Naoya, not him," you say, your eyes flicking to Suguru before you look back to Naoya.

Naoya sneers, "Oh, I think I'll make him suffer too. It'll be more fun that way."

Before you can react, Naoya lunges at Suguru, their swords clashing with a deafening ring. Suguru fights back fiercely, but Naoya's sheer ruthlessness gives him an edge. You watch in horror as Naoya lands a brutal blow, knocking Suguru to the ground.

"No!" you scream, rushing to Suguru's side. But Naoya is relentless. He grabs you by the hair, dragging you away from Suguru and throwing you to the ground.

Pain blinds you as Naoya rams a small knife into your eye, and you shriek, the agony searing through you. Desperation fuels you as you strain your arm out to the side, stretching until your fingers wrap around the hilt of your dagger. With a swift motion, you ram the blade into the side of Naoya's head. His eyes widen in surprise as blood begins to spray over your face.

You gag, pushing Naoya away from you, wiping at your mouth as your left eye throbs in agony, blood pouring from the socket as you rip the blade out. Naoya's body collapses, lifeless, at your feet.

Suguru, regaining his strength, rushes to your side. "Y/N, oh God, Y/N," he murmurs, his hands trembling as he tries to assess your injury.

"I'll be okay," you gasp, though the pain is nearly unbearable. "We need to make sure the rest of his crew is dealt with."

Suguru nods, his jaw set with determination. "Satoru!" he calls out. "Finish off the rest of them!"

Satoru, his face smeared with blood and sweat, nods with a manic grin and rallies the crew, pushing back Naoya's men with renewed ferocity. As the battle rages on, Suguru gently cradles you in his arms. "We need to get you to Shoko," he says. 

You manage a weak smile. "Just... just make sure they don't win."

"They won't," he vows, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I promise you, Y/N. They won't."

The crew of the Cursed Tempest fights with everything they have, and gradually, the tide of the battle turns in their favour. Naoya's men, seeing their leader fall, lose their resolve and begin to retreat.

Suguru carries you down to the infirmary where Shoko, the ship's healer, is already waiting, her expression serious as she takes in the sight of your injury. "Lay her down here," she instructs, pointing to a cot in the corner.

Suguru gently places you down, his hand lingering on yours. "She needs help, Shoko. Please."

Shoko nods, her face grim but determined. "I'll do everything I can," She moves quickly, gathering her tools and beginning to work on your eye. 

As the pain flares up again, you squeeze Suguru's hand, finding solace in his presence. He stays by your side, his eyes never leaving yours, whispering reassurances and promises that you cling to like a lifeline.

As Shoko begins her work, the sting of antiseptic and the precision of her tools are a stark contrast to the chaos of battle that still echoes in your mind. Suguru's hand remains intertwined with yours, his touch grounding you amidst the pain and uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Shoko murmurs solemnly after assessing the damage. "The eye is unsalvageable."

You feel a wave of numbness wash over you at her words, the reality sinking in slowly. Despite the pain, you manage a nod, steeling yourself against the loss. Suguru's grip on your hand tightens slightly, his silent support giving you strength.

Shoko continues her work diligently, cleaning and dressing the wound to prevent infection. The process is agonizing, each movement sending spikes of pain through your skull. Through it all, Suguru stays close, his presence a constant comfort.

As Shoko finishes up, she steps back with a sigh of relief. "It's done," she says softly, her expression sympathetic. "You'll need time to heal, but you're strong, Y/N. You'll get through this."

You muster a weak smile, though the weight of the loss is heavy. "Thank you, Shoko," you whisper, grateful for her skill and compassion.

Suguru leans in closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You're incredible, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration and love. "We'll get through this together."

You lean into his touch, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. "Together," you repeat, the word a promise between you.

Months pass, and the Cursed Tempest becomes your sanctuary and battleground, a place where you've carved out a new identity. The left side of your face is now adorned with an eyepatch, a constant reminder of the battle with Naoya. The crew treats you with a mixture of respect and wariness, knowing full well the fierceness that lies beneath your calm exterior. And through it all, Suguru remains by your side, his love and support unwavering.

One evening, as the sun sets in a blaze of orange and pink, you find yourself once again leaning against the railings of the ship, the cool sea breeze ruffling your hair as you toy with the necklace around your neck, the jewels shining in the light of the setting sun. Suguru approaches, his presence as comforting as ever.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

You offer him a small smile. "Better. It's still strange, having only one eye, but I'm adapting."

He nods, slipping an arm around your waist. "You're stronger than anyone I know, Y/N. You've been through so much, and yet here you are."

You lean into him, drawing comfort from his warmth. "I couldn't have done it without you, Suguru. You've been my anchor."

He tilts your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours. "And you're my everything, Y/N. We're a team. Always."

Just then, Satoru's voice breaks through the tender moment. "Hey lovebirds, get a room!" He saunters over, a playful grin on his face.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Jealous, Satoru?"

"Me? Never," he replies, his grin widening. "Just making sure you two don't forget the rest of us exist."

Suguru laughs, giving Satoru a light shove. "We could never forget you, even if we tried."

"Come drink with us and be merry!" Satoru calls.

As the three of you head toward the gathering of crew members, the atmosphere is one of camaraderie and celebration. The sky is a deep indigo now, stars beginning to twinkle overhead. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the deck, illuminating the faces of your fellow pirates, who cheer as you join them.

Suguru keeps a protective arm around your waist, and you lean into his side, grateful for his presence. Satoru hands you a tankard of ale, grinning. "To surviving another day on the high seas!" he toasts, raising his drink.

The crew echoes his sentiment, tankards clinking together in a symphony of survival and unity. You take a sip, the bitter liquid a reminder of both the hardships and the triumphs you've experienced. You glance around at your comrades, their faces illuminated by the flickering light, and feel a surge of pride. These people have become your family, and this ship, your home.

As the night wears on, stories and laughter fill the air. Satoru, ever the entertainer, recounts tales of your adventures, embellishing them with dramatic flair. "And then, Y/N, with just one eye, took down Naoya Zenin! A true pirate queen if ever there was one!" he declares, his voice booming.

You roll your eye, but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. "You're exaggerating again, Satoru."

He winks, unfazed. "Only slightly. You were magnificent."

Suguru squeezes your hand, his eyes filled with admiration. "He's right, you know. You are magnificent."

Blushing, you look down at your tankard. "It was a team effort. I couldn't have done it without all of you."

The crew cheers, raising their drinks once more in acknowledgment of your words. In this moment, the bond you share with them feels unbreakable, a testament to the trials you've overcome together.

As the night deepens and the revelry continues, you find a quieter spot on the deck, away from the noise. Suguru follows, his presence a comforting shadow. You sit on a crate, looking out at the dark, endless ocean, the gentle rocking of the ship soothing your thoughts.

Suguru sits beside you, his hand finding yours. "Thinking about the future?"

You nod, your mind a whirl of possibilities. "Yes. About what comes next. About us."

He turns to face you, his expression earnest. "Whatever comes, we face it together. You and me, Y/N. We've made it this far, and we'll keep going."

You smile, the warmth of his words seeping into your soul. "Together," you repeat, the promise echoing in your heart.

The sea stretches out before you, a vast expanse of unknowns. But with Suguru by your side, you feel ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. The Cursed Tempest, your ship, your home, sails on into the night, carrying you toward new adventures, new battles, and new dreams. And through it all, you know you'll never be alone. 

"Captain Suguru Geto and Lady Y/N L/N," the tour guide announces to the group of museum visitors, her voice carrying a note of reverence as she stands before a grand portrait. The painting depicts a tall man with raven black hair and piercing purple eyes, standing proudly beside a beautiful woman with an eyepatch covering one of her eyes. The couple's regal bearing is evident, their figures exuding strength and determination.

The guide smiles warmly, gesturing to the portrait. "This is one of our most treasured pieces, depicting two of the most legendary figures in pirate history. Their story is one of adventure, resilience, and enduring love."

She leads the group closer, her voice dropping slightly as she begins the tale. "Lady Y/N L/N was not always a pirate queen. Born into nobility, she was set to wed a man named Naoya Zenin, a cruel and ruthless individual. Fearing for her safety and unwilling to be trapped in such a life, she made the daring decision to run away. Disguising herself as a commoner, she sought refuge in the bustling port towns, living a life of anonymity and hardship."

The visitors listen intently, their eyes on the portrait as the guide continues. "Y/N's beauty and grace did not go unnoticed, even in her new life. However, it was her strength and resilience that truly captivated Captain Suguru Geto, the feared and revered leader of the pirate ship, the Cursed Tempest. Geto, known for his sharp intellect and unyielding will, saw something extraordinary in Y/N. Despite her efforts to remain hidden, their paths crossed in the most unexpected of circumstances."

She pauses, allowing the story to sink in before continuing. "Geto's fascination with Y/N was immediate and profound. He recognized in her a kindred spirit, someone who had also chosen a life of defiance against a world that sought to control them. But their story did not start entirely happy. He took her onto his ship after attacking a merchant ship she was aboard"

The guide continues, her voice tinged with emotion. "Despite the chaos and bloodshed of the raid, Geto saw potential in Y/N after she killed the Captain of the merchant ship. He offered her a choice: join his crew or be left to fend for herself. Y/N, with no other viable options and a burning desire to escape her past, reluctantly agreed."

The visitors are silent, absorbed in the unfolding drama. "At first, Y/N was wary of Geto and his crew. She kept to herself, learning the ways of the pirates and proving her worth through her skills and resilience. Over time, the initial distrust began to fade, replaced by a growing respect and camaraderie."

"Geto, too, found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N. Her strength, intelligence, and unyielding spirit matched his own, and it wasn't long before their mutual admiration blossomed into something deeper."

The guide smiles softly, her eyes reflecting the depth of the tale. "Together, they led the Cursed Tempest to new heights, becoming legends in their own right. Their love story, forged in the fires of adversity, became a beacon of hope and defiance for those who dared to dream of a life free from tyranny."

As the group moves on to the next exhibit, the guide lingers for a moment, her gaze resting on the portrait of the legendary couple. "Captain Suguru Geto and Lady Y/N L/N," she murmurs, "a testament to the power of love and the strength of the human spirit. And that ladies and gentlemen is the legend of the Cursed Tempest"

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"Women and children first."

When Suguru had spoken those words, eyes fluttering on your tensed form, you'd felt a pang of both embarrassment and relief. You hadn't needed charity nor pity while holding your head high; but with the sounds of swords clattering and grunts of pain, you'd known it would've been impossible to escape on your own.

His hair was loose, a button open at the top of his tunic due to haste, though he had still looked drawn together. Suguru had known his vessel had remained undefeated for some time - he would survive another raid. Brown eyes had set over you as he watched you clamber meekly over to one of the boats before stopping, gaze meeting his own for only a brief time, interrupted to quickly dart at his side.

"Fuck the women, what're they good for? We need to survive." When the crewmate piped up, hand placed over Suguru's shoulder and tightening over the loose shirt, his eyes had still remained over you. He was calm - you should be too.

"Get in the boat."

You followed his command only because he had been your captain, your actions done through some form of bitterness due to your alleged incapacity. If these men had swallowed their pride, you would be fighting alongside them instead of being sent away.

There had been some commotion on the deck between the captain and rogue member as you'd seated yourself within the small wooden boat, though you hadn't worried long before there'd been a thud and sigh. Your eyes trailed to your own clenched fist, and you finally let go of the skirt once bunched in hand, fingers idly tracing the creases.

Suguru leaned over the side of the Kaisen, lowering your craft to sea with a few calculated tugs of rope. "Row east, the Canaries should be close." He'd had to shout as you'd descended lower, inching toward the ebbing water. It would have been a beautiful day if not for the sighting of another vessel.

"You're not coming?" There was a tinge of panic in your voice but as the wood became wet, underbelly kissing salty sea, you'd expected it to be washed out through distance. Fear wouldn't meddle your face as you peered up with a stern expression, but Suguru knew you well enough to see it. He'd only tilted his head back to laugh. "What kind of captain abandons his crew?"

You opened your mouth to fight his words, to plead him to flee, but the words died on tongue with recalled memories of his stubbornness. "I'll see you on the island, then?" There was some give in your voice as you pushed tears down, a small croak hidden among the sea's waves. He nodded sternly, waving you off and turning on heel. You began to row, only when at some distance did you look back to see the glint of what you thought to be his sword.

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While I do think there’s a kind of tragedy if Mihawk was Rayleigh’s bio child

But I do think it’d be funny if he just had a very Damien Wayne attitude about the whole thing with Shanks and buggy.

Can you imagine a 4 year old Mihawk staring with complete disdain into the treasure chest the Roger Pirates just stole, containing sweet little baby Shanks on HIS birthday!

He’d immediately ask for a refund and probably suggest they throw the chest into the sea if they can’t go back to God Valley for an exchange. He refuses to even entertain the idea that they might actually keep the baby

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Not people on twitter thanking leakers and shitting on gege in the same breath dawg what is WRONG with you guys😭😭😭

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Кошмар 👻

Gojo Satoru

Обычно, если Вам снится кошмар, то это заканчивается посиделками на кухне в тишине, чтобы не разбудить Сатору, который и без того сильно устаёт и плохо спит. Но учитывая привычку молодого человека, обнимать Вас во сне, ночные посиделки долго не продолжаются. Шаман с закрытыми глазами идёт искать своего «мишку для обнимани��». А после уходит успокаивать Вас в постели своими объятьями. И выслушивать тот самый страшный сон, который помешал спать любимой.

Если Сатору снится кошмар, он либо спокойно просыпается и долго смотрит в темноту, либо резко подскакивает тяжело дыша. От последнего собственно Вы просыпаетесь и пытаетесь успокоить своего любимого. Кошмары Годжо часто сопровождаются последующей бессонницей, тремором и моральным истощением. В такие моменты ему необходимо как можно больше объятий и успокаивающих слов. Что-то сладенькое тоже иногда помогает, но Сатору не всегда соглашается есть в такие моменты и просто принимает Ваши объятья и нежные поглаживания по голове. Он никогда не рассказывает о том, что ему снится в такие моменты.

― Сатору, ― шаман немного дёрнул головой услышав своё имя, ― хочешь я тебе что-то приготовлю?

― Нет, ничего не хочу, ― он лишь сильнее прижался, как будто боялся, что Вы сейчас уйдёте.

― Может чай?

― Нет.

― А вафельку?

― …

― И конфетки. Твои любимые, я сегодня днём специально выходила, чтобы их купить.

― Ну, может одну чуть позже.

― Хорошо.

Вы так и остались лежать в постели до утра. Правда Сатору всё же уходил съесть свои конфеты, пока Вы спали и утром на кухне будет уйма фантиков, так как блондин не умеет сдерживаться с такой вещью как сладости (и любимая).

Geto Suguru

Сугуру снятся кошмары время от времени. Всё связано с его прошлым. Даже по истечению такого количества времени, он многое помнит и хранит эти болезненные воспоминания глубоко внутри себя. И временами, это прошлое даёт о себе знать в виде ночных кошмаров. Чтобы не приснилось мужчине, он никогда не будит Вас своим криком или постоянными ворчаньями в постели. После пробуждения, брюнет обычно идёт на кухню, приготовить себе чай и сесть с ним на веранде. Если Вы просыпаетесь, то идёте искать Сугуру, чтобы вернуть обратно в постель и успокоить своими поглаживаниями и объятьями. Если же нет, то маг спокойно допьёт свой чай и после вернётся к Вам в постель. Он Вам никогда не расскажет о том, что ему приснилось, лишь отшутится и переведёт тему.

Когда Вам снится кошмар, всё зависит от того, что именно приснилось. Если что-то незначительное, то Вы сворачиваетесь клубочком и прижимаетесь к Сугуру, он даже во сне обнимает по привычке. Если же что-то более значительное и страшное, Вы долго не можете заснуть и просто смотрите в пустоту. А когда этот страшный сон связан с любимым, то и вовсе может пробить на слёзы. И тогда уже приходится уходить в другую комнату, чтобы не разбудить своими рыданиями мужчину. Но если учесть, что у Гето достаточно чуткий сон, он проснётся сразу же как только почувствует движения с противоположной стороны кровати. Недолго думая, он пойдёт к Вам, чтобы успокоить.

Сугуру сел рядом на диван и погладил Вас по спине.

― Что случилось, милая? Тебе приснилось что-то плохое?

В ответ Вы лишь всхлипнули, пытаясь сформулировать слова в предложение, но из этого ничего не получилось. Мужчина больше не пытался выведать у Вас, что вызвало такие эмоции и просто обнял, нашёптывая успокаивающие слова на ухо.

― У меня был кошмар… Ты погиб, Сугуру, ― Вы прошептали последнее предложение и слёзы с двойной силой покатились из глаз.

― Не переживай, дорогая. Я здесь, рядом с тобой, жив и здоров. Это был всего лишь сон, страшный сон… Может вернёмся в постель? Ты замёрзла.

― Хорошо.

Брюнет поднял Вас на руки и понёс в спальню. Чтобы согреть своими объятьями под одеялом. И помочь заснуть спокойным, безмятежным сном.

Nanami Kento

Любой кошмар, который снится Нанами в большинстве случаев связан с Вами, а точнее с тем, что он не успеет спасти и его любимая умрёт прямо у него на руках. После пробуждения, первым делом Кенто проверит, действительно ли Вы спите рядом. И обнимает, чтобы проверить, не играет ли с ним воображение. Блондин не уходит сидеть в одиночестве, он хочет держать Вас ближе в своих руках и слушать тихое дыхание. Он может случайно разбудить, из-за того, что очень сильно обнимает и это мешает нормально дышать.  Именно в такие моменты Вы понимаете, что любимому приснился кошмар и нужно обнять его в ответ.

Ваши кошмары более разнообразны и затрагивают разные аспекты жизни. В большинстве случаев Вы стараетесь остаться в кровати и успокоить себя присутствием Кенто рядом, но это не всегда помогает. Поэтому Вы выходите на балкон, освежить свою голову и отвлечься от неприятных воспоминаний о страшном сне. На удивление маг быстро обнаруживает пропажу любимой (никто не греет его под боком).

Холодный ночной воздух неприятно скользит по открытым участкам кожи, заставляет поёжиться. Но Вы этого и ждали; холод должен унести с собой все негативные образы из сна, не оставляя ничего после себя. В такие моменты кажется, что каждый кошмар мог быть явью.

Подобные мысли никогда не успевали захватить Ваш разум, они слишком слабы перед любовью Кенто. Которую он Вам дарит, обнимая со спины, и Вы жадно впитываете каждую частицу тепла. Оно заменяет холод и заставляет улыбаться.

Этот сценарий повторяется из раза в раз. Блондин берёт Вас на руки и уносит в кровать, успокаивает, и Вы снова засыпаете, но уже без кошмаров. Так было всегда и так всегда будет. Нанами не позволит Вам оставаться наедине со своими мыслями. Он хорошо усвоил урок, после того раза, когда чуть не потерял свою любимую.

Hiromi Higuruma

Изначально Вам не снились кошмары, ведь Ваш мужчина адвокат. Одна из человеческих профессий, ничего сверхъестественного. Но когда он сменил род деятельности и развил свои навыки мага, кошмары начали посещать Вас каждую ночь. Возможно, это то чего Вы больше всего боялись в этом мире ― потерять любимого, и теперь это стало жуткой реальностью. Порой даже сложно было отличить, страшный сон это или настоящая жизнь. Хироми изо всех сил пытался Вас успокоить и убедить в том, что он рядом, жив и здоров, но это давало лишь временный эффект. Ваши сны были ему неподвластны и всё что оставалось ― успокаивать после каждого ночного кошмара.

Брюнет постоянно видел кошмары в своих снах, независимо от того, кем работал, каждая работа давала свой стресс, и он отражался на ночном отдыхе. Хигурума привык посреди ночи вставать и идти на кухню заваривая кофе. Кофеин давно перестал действовать на мужчину, и он может пить его, когда угодно. Когда Вы просыпаетесь (чаще от кошмара) и не находите адвоката рядом, это значит, что он на кухне и Вы идёте к нему.

― Кошмар? ― Вы садитесь к мужчине на колени, обнимая его за шею. Он с удовольствием пускает Вас к себе.

― Немного не спится.

― Ты до сих пор не научился врать.

― Я знаю, но я хочу, чтобы ты наконец-то нормально выспалась.

― Поэтому ушёл посреди ночи пить кофе?

― Всего на пару минут. Ты такая капризная.

― Идём уже спать.

― Хорошо, хорошо.

Хироми быстро допивает оставшийся кофе, поднимает Вас на руки и уходит в спальню, чтобы успеть ухватить остатки сна.

Sawada Tsunayoshi

За долгое время работы боссом Вонголы, Тсунаёши успел увидеть многое, и это оставило свой неизгладимый отпечаток. Ночные кошмары стали неотъемлемой частью жизни, а присутствие любимого человека рядом, лишь немного сглаживало это состояние. А учитывая частые отъезды, связанные с работой, разлука становилась в разы дольше и спокойно отдохнуть молодой босс мог только, когда вы оказывались вместе. В обычные же дни Саваду без конца донимали кошмары о смерти и страданиях всех, кто ему дорог.

Ваши переживания тоже давались в знаки. Всё время, когда молодой человек отсутствует, голову забивают мысли о том, что он не вернётся или находится в опасности, плену, а может уже и вовсе мёртв. А после это всё всплывает в снах, не давая отдохнуть. Вследствие чего тёмные круги под глазами, усталость и раздражительность.

Пожалуй, самое приятное, это лечь в мягкую постель после тяжёлого рабочего дня на ногах. Но ещё было бы лучше нормально выспаться и успокоить свои нервы. В который раз Вы засыпаете в одиночестве, молясь о том, чтобы любимый был в безопасности жив и здоров.

Утро выдалось довольно пасмурным и дождливым. Но именно в этот день было очень приятно лежать в тёплой постели. Возможно из-за погоды, которая вызывает сонливость, а возможно и из-за того, что любимый наконец-то вернулся домой и теперь согревал Вас своими крепкими объятьями. Ему тоже уже давно хотелось спокойно выспаться и отдохнуть рядом с любимой. Пусть с его работой сделать это сложно, но сон, именно то время, которое вы проводите вместе.

Shanks

Сложно определить, когда Шанксу снятся кошмары. Во-первых, это происходит довольно редко, во-вторых, он мастерски скрывает свои эмоции и в-третьих, красноволосый часто пьёт алкоголь, а он выбивает из его головы любые мысли, кроме пошлых. Это же святое дело пощупать любимую, перед, вовремя и после сна. И всё же, если мужчине снится дурной сон, он любит выходить на палубу корабля и изучать уже хорошо знакомое небо. И так до того момента пока ему не станет холодно, или же Вы не пойдёте на его поиски, а потом утащите обратно в постель.

Ваши кошмары, это всегда один и тот же сюжет, красноволосый погибает в смертельной схватке с Чёрной бородой. К сожалению, Ваши слёзные всхлипывания во сне будит мужчину, и он сразу же пытается разбудить Вас от кошмара.

― Милая, ― Шанкс начал трясти за плечо, надеясь, что Вы сразу проснётесь. Но капитану понадобилось чуть больше времени, чем обычно, слишком сильно захватил Вас страшный сон в свои владения.

― Шанкс, ― Вы посмотрели на мужчину, мокрыми от слёз глазами, не веря, что он сейчас находится рядом, живой и невредимый.

― Я здесь, дорогая, ― он погладил Вас по щеке, вытирая следы слёз.

― Мне приснился кошмар…

― Знаю, ― голос мужчины был тихим и спокойным, даже больше походил на шёпот, ― но это всего лишь сон. Я ведь здесь и со мной всё в порядке.

Этой ночью вы не смогли больше заснуть и лежали в постели до самого рассвета. Шанкс гладил Ваши волосы всё время, пытаясь успокоить.