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@desioaa​

"Allergic to shirts! Also equal parts mean and strong. I shouldn't cross him."

A light smirk, quite mocking, while he listens to that strange little man talking. Nothing wrong in his analysis, but he’s often amused with human’s behavior and their everlasting need to understand who he is. 

“At least you have a functional brain. That’s basically more than half of the people I met in my life pan.” He muses, inspecting his nails, before he waves at the pink-haired boy to dismiss. “Shoo, it’s time to go, little trash. Now that you’re aware I’m strong and mean, you shouldn’t stand here where I can crush you down with my bare chest, as you seem to put a lot of importance on that detail.” 

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️it's probably a human sickness | crack #; desioaa #; lmao I'm sorry Coby... I'm sorry for this :')

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@viciousbite​

There's a Hound that has made a bloody mess of the area and himself. In his body part ripping adventure, he doesn't realize when he tosses an arm back that it ends up hitting something... someone behind him till he's sweating nervously for some odd reason. //Michi.

Prank?

While Enel is having his daily walk, mantra scanning the general area, he can’t help but notice the sudden pain experienced by a few of his subjects, along with their sudden disappearance. It appears that someone is having a killing spree on his holy lands. Swinging his baton in the air, Enel inhales longly. Balance is broken, and surely, that person will pay for their filthy mistake to ever believe they can openly kill when he didn’t decide it. 

Turning into his logia form, he appears in less than a second behind the man’s back, receiving at the same time, an arm right in his face. Blood dripping down his features, Enel curls his lips into a vicious grimace. 

“Boo.” He simply mutters, before he hits two of his drums. “Former legends say that you need to have your belly full to join the promised land. I hope you had the most wonderful feast.” 

Electricity travels through his baton, before he entirely disappears once again, only to throw his weapon at the speed of light into Michi’s maw, if the Hound can’t avoid it, smirking. “Sango!” He growls, while a blast of millions of volts is directly thrown against his tongue. 

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️ god is listening | ic #; viciousbite #; oops lmao

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@calmcorvus

Despite the warm weather and bright sunlight, Rocinante was in full comfort mode, sporting his favorite striped sweater and a lazy smile as he approached Enel, standing by to wait for the other to set his book aside. Then he wasted no time in claiming that space previously occupied by anatomical plant studies, settling into Enel's lap as he swung his legs to the side over the arm of the garden chair, getting comfortable. Nevermind his innocent look, this wasn't his plan all along, nope.

It’s a casual afternoon where nothing has been planned, they are both following the rhythm of the world, lazy and relaxed. He cherishes those moments where they are allowed to breathe for once, forgetting who they are and what are their duties, only sharing the best memories. Seated and half lump on his favorite chair, Enel doesn’t bother looking up when Rocinante arrives, for once not stumbling over him, his feet almost gracefully walking over the green grass. Enel turns another page of his book, ready to take a few notes regarding the summer garden he’s preparing before he senses the needy stare of his fiancé over him. Certain that Rocinante wouldn’t walk away, standing like a gargoyle by his side, Enel looks up with some mischief in the eyes, and eventually pushes his book aside.

“What, now? You have some cuddling emergencies?” Enel asks, while his taller lover decides to claim his lap as his new throne, swinging his giant legs over the arm, testing at the same time the resistance of the chair, both of their bodies quite large for that poor item. “Mmh… You know I was studying for our garden, right?”

However, his tone is nothing but gentle, Enel hands automatically sliding around Rocinante’s body, one circling his arm, the other resting on the opposite arm chair, where he can brush the muscles of his back, hidden under the layer of his sweater. That’s probably the Rocinante he loves the most right now ; no uniform, whether he’d be the brightest or darkest one. He’s deprived of any mask, blond locks reflecting the rays of the afternoon sun, and his chocolate eyes gleaming with an aftermath of happiness and safety feeling. Enel secretly feels his pride swelling once again, certain that this state of pure blissfulness is only happening because of his presence. He’ll take the rewards anyway, a deep and content sigh escaping his throat, while he closes his eyes for a second.

Silently, he slides his left hand under his sweater, not seeking for any sort of sexual connection, but something rather intimate; the kind of touch he has never been able to perform on anyone else but the blond-haired man seated on his lap. He lets his fingers blindly follows the scars hidden there, each scratch receiving the most devoted attention, while Enel presses his cheek against his chest, his mind focused on the soft beating of his heart. It’s a melody he wouldn’t ever get tired of, always steady and calm, like background drums echoing as a quiet thunder, matching the pace of his own organ, whenever they are seated like this. While he continues to trail the infinite imperfections mapping his warm skin, all of them printed with memories, important, forging who Rocinante is right now, Enel slides his head up, his lips finding a shelter in the crook of his neck.

Rocinante tastes like a summer dawn, where the horizon is colored with the most vivid colors, red and purple dancing with ochre and silver, when the night is not entirely out and yet coming and enveloping the world like a soft veil. With the pressure of his lips, Enel can sense the strength of his training, the fragrances of rosewood and sandalwood coming from the products he uses to wash himself, marking his skin with manly scents Enel wishes to worship until the end of time because it smells like home. It should be forbidden to love someone the way he does, to be blessed by the adoration of both a demon and an angel, Rocinante’s morality always swinging at the edge of two worlds he’s terrified to fall in. One last greedy peek left onto his tan flesh, Enel eventually nuzzles there, unable to move.

“I wish the world could stop its motion right now…” Enel whispers, his hand traveling on his fiancé’s torso eventually falling down to cup his waist, his thumb describing gentle and slow circles. “To be God only to keep you there forever.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️the only angel I keep and love in my heart | calmcorvus #⚡️in my dreams we are always together | rocinel #⚡️the adventure of a lifetime | young verse #⚡️the tales of the sky | long post #; you were satisfying your Rocinante's needs sending this #; but I indulged my own in return lmao #; their love story gives me the most intense emotions #; you can see where's the god complex starts and how the peaceful world of Enel collapsed the day he lost him #; bless this ship seriously

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@ikkaku-of-heart

Ikkaku trembled as she stood before the giant man, her curls frizzing from the electricity in the air. He didn't look like any of the deities back home, but that made him a little less scary. Just a little, though. Besides, she was as desperate as a seven year old could be. "You're a g-god?" she asked, wringing her hands. "If...if I prayed to you, would you...would you make my brother stop hurting me? Please?"

Rarely he would pay attention to those bugs named ‘children’, patience always growing thin whenever he’s facing one of them. They always have that odd way to ask questions, unable to formulate intelligent sentences, only focus on their primary senses and nothing else. He finds them so boring, with their little brains and their clumsy attitude, none of them catching his attention. That curly haired girl won’t be an exception for sure, and yet, while Enel predicts she might ask to create a pony or whatever a girl of that age could require, he’s surprised with her request.

His childhood in Birka has never been a joyful one, children trained from an early age to become soldiers, facing harsh treatments to grow tough. He despised the Birkan for their lack of compassion for their own kind, and while he senses her distress and fear, he eventually clicks his tongue.

“No, if you pray for me, I won’t make your brother stop harming you. I don’t deal with humans’ business, and I’m not babysitting crying babies like you.” He answers severely, before he offers her a confident smirk. “However, if you listen to me carefully, I can make you punch him so hard that he would never think about hurting you ever again.”

He pats the cushion by his side, picking an apple from the basket in front of him. “Hop, hop! Come here.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️she has filthy hands but a wonderful heart | ikkaku-of-heart #; parenting... again... #; in his own way............................

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@somftchilds

" c can we t trade- a anyagi sake for b birkan- um... b birkan b booze- " ( I can't control the goat. )

He peers down at the young girl with a raised brow, holding his bottle of Birkan alcohol and ready to leave it to another adult person. Impressive. He wonders what kind of education did she get to actually beg for that kind of treat. It’s funny to imagine a little goat toddling around and drunk, so at least, it could break his afternoon routine. It’s not Enel’s responsibility if she has been rised as a drunkard.

“Sure.” He shrugs, squatting down to offer the forbidden alcohol, made of the best apples and bananas of his garden. “Let’s trade, little one.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #; somftchilds #; ENEL WTF NO #tw: alcohol #; the fuck you're so bad at parenting you damn god...

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@abrupturn

“  would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up.  ” ( zion! )

meme for that specific brand of ships (darker) - always accepting 

It’s basically nothing to worry about. He had another violent argument with the Shandorian, resulting in another of those confrontations where he needed to use of his power. He’s pretty used to their usual rebellion, and he knows how to discipline them, so basically, it’s nothing but routine for the God of Skypeia. However, using his power with a dangerous amount of electricity is always a hard hit for his body. His drums are able to channel his electricity, but they come with a price. Different from any other limbs, even if the base his gone because Enel ripped it off, feathers are always erupting under the surface of his skin because of his former wings, the gap created by the drums and his long time scars creating new infection after a few days. He would never get entirely rid of his nature, the pain becoming atrocious, as he has no choice but to take his drums off from time to time. He doesn’t like people to assist that kind of spectacle, quite aware of the gory vision it can be.

While he’s seated in front of the mirror of his room, drums set aside, alcohol ready on the table, he immediately freezes when Zion opens the door. In that position, the only thing Zion is capable to see are those two large holes slowly getting back together, freed from their metallic prison, his skin sore and red, shining because of the fluids leaking out and the feathers trying to break out. Enel feels his stomach wrench, upset that he didn’t scan the area with his mantra to sense if there was anyone ready to bust into his room. He quickly turns around, ready to scold him brutally, but Zion is already speaking, crossing the distance to inspect his injuries.

Look away…

Look away...

Look away…!

“ would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up. ”

While he raises his eyebrow, Enel clenches his fist, anger morphing into embarrassment, as he turns his head to avoid his stare. He hates to feel vulnerable, those worried emotions coming from Zion almost unbearable. Eventually, he abandons the piece of cotton within his hand to offer it to the thief, sighing longly. He doesn’t know, but there’s this everlasting trust blooming whenever he talks with Zion. There’s a safety sensation immediately wrapping its claws around them, and even if Enel hates to admit that he has been wrong, well, when it comes to Zion, he was pretty damn wrong from the beginning. He appreciates him perhaps too much, his body immediately seeking for his warmth. He rolls his hand around his waist to pull him against his large persona, nose pressed against his belly, Zion having the possibility to reach his scars without too much difficulties.

“Make it quick.” He only orders, before he presses a slow and tender kiss against his ribs, his hand lazily caressing his thigh. He feels comfortable. He feels right at home.

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️gold would never be enough for the greatest thief | zion | abrupturn #⚡️for the one who bites the hardest | enelion (abrupturn) #; OKAY soft hours #; I was basically awing at this the entire time I was writing it #; JUST #; CUTE omg #; thank you for harassing me with those prompts I love them all

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@penguin-of-the-heart​

CUDDLE BUDDY APPLICATION (accepting)

Name: Penguin

Age: 28

How well do we know each other?: Pretty intimately

Are you attracted to me?: Oh definitely. How could I not be?

Why do you want to be my cuddle buddy? Because I already know you’re great at cuddling. And why wouldn’t I want to be in those arms?

Can we watch a movie while we cuddle?: Of course

Are tickle wars allowed?: Yes, but I feel like you have an advantage.

Are pillow fights okay?: Definitely! And I will win.

Anything else?: As to what we could do while cuddling, well, kissing is always a great option.

Now it’s Penguin to come with a piece of paper in his hand, similar to what he did another time to become his valentine. Enel frowns as he wonders what could be that form today, sensing that he’s perhaps in a mischievous mood. However, he smiles brightly when he reads the title of the paper, eyeing back at Penguin with a large grin onto his features. 

“My presence is requested in your quarters, mmh?” Enel asks, while he rolls his arm around his shoulders to flush him against his chest, pulling his hat away to have a look on his flustered features. 

“You have too much hope for the pillows fights, Pen, you know how good I can be at beating your ass.” He chuckles, before he folds the paper and places it inside of his pocket. “But alright... Permission granted, meet me tonight to build a pillow fort and convince me that you’re so great at cuddling.” 

#⚡️god always wins the game | meme #⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️hat down and bad attitude | penguin-of-the-heart #; so basically #; it's of course a big yes

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@abrupturn​

CUDDLE BUDDY APPLICATION (accepting) 

Name: Zion!

Age: 26

How well do we know each other?: Oh, we’ve been well acquainted if you catch my meaning. ;)))

Are you attracted to me? Do fish swim in the sea? YES.

Why do you want to be my cuddle buddy? Uh.. Why wouldn’t I? Have you SEEN Enel? I want him to be the last person I see before I fall asleep and my first sight upon every waking hour.

Can we watch a movie while we cuddle? Sure, but I don’t think we’ll be paying too much attention to it.~

Are tickle wars allowed? Oh yes. Please do put your hands all over me.

Are pillow fights okay? I prefer pillow forts.

Anything else? Deft hands. That’s all I need to say. You can imagine the rest.

After the Valentine’s form Zion provided the other day, Enel wonders what could be his new little game, while Enel can almost sense his mood through the mischief written in his silver irises. He extends his hand to read his piece of paper, already smiling while he can’t help but shakes his head. Zion is always such a creative little minx whenever he wants. 

“You’re not stealing too much of my time, already? I can’t believe you’re requesting for more.” Enel smirks, before he goes back to his usual couch, dragging Zion with him while he simply pulls on his wrist. He doesn’t mind at all his behavior, on the contrary, Enel has always been the first one to encourage it. 

“Guess what, Zion? You had me at ‘application’”. He purrs as he throws the paper somewhere in the room, gripping his chin with a soft gesture to press his lips against his cheek. “Now I’d like to have a proper demonstration of what you mean by deft hands, because I sense you truly wanted to prove me something there. I don’t have a good imagination today.” 

#⚡️god always wins the game | meme #⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️gold would never be enough for the greatest thief | zion | abrupturn #; completely accepted #; he would have falsify an application and pretend that Zion wants to cuddle anyway llmao

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@themercsadventures​

CUDDLE BUDDY APPLICATION (accepting)

Name: Ayla

Age: 25

How well do we know each other?: a fair amount?

Are you attracted to me?: nope

Why do you want to be my cuddle buddy?: because I love your hugs

Can we watch a movie while we cuddle?: sure!

Are tickle wars allowed?: BRING IT ON

Are pillows fights ok?: BRING IT ON TOO

Anything else: I’m soft :3

While he wonders what Ayla is having in mind when she comes forward with an application, he feels curious enough to check on the paper. He raises a surprised eyebrow, before he bursts into a genuine laughter, finding the form rather cute, for once having someone only wishing something entirely platonic. 

“That’s your way to signify I don’t hug you enough?” He looks back at her with mischievous eyes, and extends his hand to caress her fluffy ear with a delicate gesture. 

“Why don’t you go pick the pillow when I gather all the snacks we would need?” He smiles, closing his eyes before he taps her nose with his index, appreciating her presence in his Garden. 

#⚡️god always wins the game | meme #⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️adventure gleaming in her feline eyes | themercsadventures #; he's all up for cuddle with Ayla!! #; feline companion and little sister is wonderful #; you're in! ✌️

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@penguin-of-the-heart​

If Penguin thought picking the perfect gift for Shachi was hard, than Enel was damn near impossible. He had no doubt that the man would appreciate whatever was given, yet the thought of offering a lackluster gift just didn’t sit well with the Heart Pirate. It was days of mulling it over and planning before he had even managed to come up with the idea. One that Enel hopefully would love.

Finding the man was quite easy, the former god was rather noticeable after all. So the moment he was in front of the man, Penguin thrust the wrapped gift into his arms, smiling. “Happy Hearts Day Enel.” Inside was a box of chocolate’s from the batch he had made himself, as well as a little book. One of every blue, holding information on multiple islands as well. “You mentioned wanting to know more about Earth, and it was to good to pass up.” Yet before Enel could speak, Penguin gestured for him to lean down, lips pressed to the blondes ear as he obliged. “That’s not all…I managed to get someone to take my watch tonight, so I’ll be all yours. I have…special plans for that though. Involving things from that little application you filled out a while back.” Smirking against his skin, Penguin pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “All you need to know is I’ll be serving all the desserts you could want.”

This is quite a thrilling for the entire crew of the Hearts, all of the them eager to celebrate a particular day on the calendar always has always eluded. However, for sure, he doesn’t mind if Penguin decides to spoil him today, content to see that even if he’s a bit of an outsider for the crew, he’s still someone he wishes to actually please. When the young sailor arrives to present a box and another gift, Enel stops his working (on plants, today), and smirks. 

“Happy... Hearts day?” He repeats while he unwraps the gifts with an almost cautious gesture, thrilled to discover the two presents. For the chocolates, he would certainly share them with Penguin, since he’s not really a sweet mouth, but for the book, well, he found the perfect one. “Are you aiming for more bedtime stories, Pen? Is this a signal to drag my butt into your room?” 

However, as he gestures him to bend down, Enel obliges, curious to know what Penguin is hiding behind those more than excited features. He immediately raises an eyebrow to the obvious invitation, his smirk turning into something more feral, as he looks above his shoulder to see if they are alone. Before he manages to entirely pull away, Enel grips his chin to press a tender yet passionate peek onto his nose. 

“I see. You’re definitely aiming to have some bed time fantasies, little minx. What would say the others to know you’re swapping your shifts for that kind of activities, mmh? That’s a good thing I’m in the mood to indulge your whims.” He smirks, before he slides one hand into his boiler suit’s uniform, and casually walks away, his lustful grin never leaving his lips. 

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️hat down and the biggest loyalty | penguin-of-the-heart #⚡️a solitary heart doesn’t heal very well | hearts pirate AU #; I'm SORRY because I took forever to answer this #; but he really loved his present here 👀 #; thanks for sending it! ❤️ #; happy belated hearts day!

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@autumnswordsman

Remaining as a tradition that’s mutable, mercurial through the decades as the story is exchanged again and again until the original meaning has long since lost the value of its truth, this day of hearts and confessions remains an anomaly—the festivities alien to him as all the other frivolous one he’s come across.

Still, the prospect of sharing an experience with someone else prevails to be a novel one, and he invites Enel to join him at the pier on the day. One thermos filled with his signature soup, the other with a tea blend taught to him by a particular guest ( an individual that’s proven his worth through gestures small and significant ), Zoro envelopes his handsa round the battered tin cup while staring out at the sunset, quiet and appreciative of the company for once—the endless crash and flow of the waves an ever-present song. “The sea’s always beautiful, ‘specially on an evening like this. Things worth admirin’ always call for your full attention, and I suppose this is my way of spendin’ time with the two things I like.” Intonation quiet, blending with the ebb and flow of the restless waters, Zoro offers him a bowl of soup, and—smile faint, full of unspoken thoughts, he stares out at the horizon for a little while longer.

All while acutely aware of the warmth of another next to him.

Enel has never been the kind of person to become a valentine’s sweetheart, quite unfamiliar with the very sensation of ‘opening’ his empty cavity to another individual. His sexual life has always been hectic and passionate, and yet, this particular celebration, for years, has been nothing but himself sharing his own loneliness, perhaps appreciating too much that veil of vanity surrounding his heart, enough to snatch him away from genuine emotions and selfless interests whenever he picks someone to share his bed. It feels easier to use a heart rather than cherish it, also easier to run away before catching an illness he knows plants wouldn’t heal.

However, all the events of his life, his solitary choices and his inability to love someone else than himself, have strangely lead him to this moment. Time seems to be floating since he washed up on this island, as if life itself would allow a parenthesis to breath. Could he be at the comma of his own existence, where the story suddenly marks a significant stop, for the eyes and the heart to finally see through that veil he has been purposely using since forever?

Arctic eyes gazing at the sea, as he blows over the warm cup of tea the other one blend perfectly – even better than him, he must confess – Enel is surprised to sense how quiet and relaxed he feels at the moment, sharing the presence of someone, well, he grew attached to. Extending his legs to lazily stretch them, there’s something definitely reassuring in the everlasting snoring of the waves in front of them, sky tainted with the most beautiful pastel colors.

“It feels appeased, oddly tamed for once.” Enel answers with a tranquil voice, even if, that mention of ‘two’ things feels like a wonderful balm over the scars of his soul, his eyes drifting from the water, to dig a little bit longer in Zoro’s irises. There too, it feels oddly appeased.

He answers with a warm smile when the other offers him a cup of his best soup, knuckles only brushing for the slightest second as he retrieves with cautious the bowl. For an instant, he contemplates how all his emotions are overwhelmed with the most delicate presents of both life and odds, only disappointed that his sense of touch is the only depraved part of his existence. Feeding himself with the soup Zoro prepared, Enel shifts slightly, seating just a bit closer from the feral individual sharing this moment with him. Skin brushing against skin, Enel looks up at the sky with a bit of vanity blooming back in his cold irises; God themselves could never be more blessed than he is right now.

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️fangs digging in my skin but I wouldn’t let the beast feast on me | autumnswordsman #⚡️for what I am God is always the answer | modern/fantasy verse #⚡️somewhere on the moon | queue #; awww Shampoo this was beyond beautiful!!!! <3 <3 <3 #; it's actually so soft and adorable to see them growing like this #; it was a perfect valentine's ask #; thank you for this!!

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@abrupturn

“  don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.  ” ( zion )

meme for that specific brand of ships (darker) - always accepting

It’s an anniversary he despises with all his heart. A date he wishes to erase from the calendar, where his heart feels nothing but the heaviest stone within his guts, old, scarred and damaged. Rarely Enel would crack that mask of domination and arrogance, unable to put aside his filthiest emotions, turning the world upside-down for his own whims, because it feels better this way. Yet today, he’s losing that mask once again. Seated at the edge of the cloud which supports the entire Garden he created and morphed to match his greatness, his legs are swinging in the air. It’s not dawn yet; the sky is still dark and cold, stars slowly dying in the silence of the night surrounding him, while slowly, the horizon before him is tainted with amber colors. His mantra is unable to work right now, he’s too overwhelmed to control it, the entire world suddenly shutting down, leaving him at his self-contemplation, pain sending waves through his bones. He doesn’t hear Zion arriving.

The contact of a foreign skin sends shivers down his spine, as Enel almost flinches, arctic eyes turning around and showing nothing but distress and fear. No… No he can’t see him like this. He’s no more God right now, but nothing more than a child who lost the only person he trusted. He’s a wounded animal who wishes to disappear somewhere in the middle of the void.  

                 “don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.”

Zion spoke before Enel could turn into his logia form, looking for a shelter, far from the mad crowd and their piercing eyes, judging his fading existence and seeing that disgusting weakness hidden in the shadows of his reign. He blinks for a moment, finally hit by the meaning of the words he just heard. He wishes to shut down. He wishes to control those emotions invading his body and squeezing his heart so hard that it’s impossible to breath. He has always loved to be God for that; mechanic and yet natural, empathic and yet alien to feelings, the perfect balance to rule a world he hates cruelly even if he would want to love it. Yet, the touch of Zion’s fingers upon his arm are enough to melt that shield of ice protecting his true nature.

Tears. They are so acid right now, after so many years without crying. They dare to roll down his cheeks, intrusive, ripping off that last veil of domination he had to be able to control his own shattered soul. He’s crying for the first time in twenty years, vision blurry, unable to sense the world the way he has been used after so many years of dictatorship and violence.

“What am I, if I can’t save the one who should have lived thousand lives?” He manages to ask in a terribly painful whimper, his chest aching with a ravenous pain.

He has been able to kill, to torture, to ravish. He has been able to walk in the middle of his enemies, and soil the ground with their blood. He is a master of conquests, a God of War and Agony, he’s Fear itself, after all, God, on his golden throne. But he has never been able to save her from her fate. He didn’t find the remedy for her sufferings, nor the way to face his own grief. He failed to accomplish the only task God should do.

“You don’t love a God.” Enel mutters, his blue eyes back on Zion’s features, his mask entirely gone for the very first time of his life. “You only love a ghost, Zion.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️gold would never be enough for the greatest thief | zion | abrupturn #⚡️for the one who bites the hardest | enelion (abrupturn) #⚡️god is fear | main verse pre timeskip #⚡️the tales of the sky | long post #; you wanted the feels??? HERE YOU GO #; and this is the FIRST ONE

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@abrupturn​

💝 ( zion! >:3c )

RANDOM SPECIAL VALENTINE’S DAY KISSES (NOT ACCEPTING)

10: on the stomach

Lazily laid on his bed, a veil covering his lower part, Enel looks back at Zion, who’s busy getting dressed to probably head back to his ship, or attend to his obligations. Maybe he wishes to steal more gold today, who knows, Enel appreciates to keep that part of mystery between the two of them. At least Zion would always come back with more adventures to tell, until he’d be busy with something else, mouth skills used to its best. 

“Mmmh, aren’t you dressed a little bit too fancy today?” Enel asks, moving his fingers to invite Zion to spin, so he can have a proper look on his body. Quite pleased with what he sees, he extends his fingers, until he reaches his wrist, pulling on it to invite him closer. 

Enel moves as well, straightening himself back up, before he sits at the edge of the bed, pulling Zion between his legs. Despite this position, they are almost having the same height, but the eyes contact is always so pleasant when they are about to part. Gently, Enel moves Zion’s top up, large hands caressing his hips and waist, somehow gathering all those memories to face the rest of the day without his presence. 

“Are you visiting my Garden again tonight?” He asks, leaning forwards to press his lips against his stomach, trailing up just a second with his tongue, before he withdraws his head and offers him a promising smile. “I hope you will, little thief.” 

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️gold would never be enough for the greatest thief | zion | abrupturn #⚡️for the one who bites the hardest | enelion (abrupturn) #; tender idiots #; also happy delayed valentine's my sweet cain #; I'm sorry couldn't make it in time yesterday! ❤️

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@tsvestidiabolus​ 

"You're ugly, you're disgusting, I'm gonna kiss you, give me 200 beli." - from Robin xoxo

“... Nah, thanks, I pass.”

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@penguin-of-the-heart​

💝 

random special valentine’s day kisses (accepting)

9: a kiss on the chest 

For the entire day, he has been eyeing Penguin working under the sun from a far distance, the both of them occupied with their different tasks regarding the maintenance of the Polar Tang. He doesn’t really want to publicly expose that he appreciates the view, quite appealed with the droplets of sweat rolling down Penguin’s neck, to hide somewhere under his boiler suit, creating a whole mystery he wishes to solve. However, instead of acting like an animal, he pushes his urges away to focus on his work, even if, for Enel, work doesn’t really mean anything in the first place. 

At the end of the day, when they are all on their way back to shower and prepare themselves of dinner, Enel manages to square Penguin somewhere in the Tang, hidden in the numerous corridors snaking the submarine. Without a word, he begins to unzip Penguin’s boiler suit, his arctic eyes gleaming with a dangerous darkness the little sailor must already know by heart. 

“Disgusting, you’re sweating more than I’ve planed.” He chuckles, his voice trailing down with that same tone he uses when he teases him, before he bends down, tongue after wiping one droplet shining on his skin. He eventually presses his lips on his chest, before he straightens himself back up, already turning around. 

“Go shower, Pen.” He urges, throwing a look above his shoulder, as he wipes his lip with the pad of his thumb. “You’re stinking.” 

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@medicus-mortem

Without looking up from his array of documents and books Law raises a hand. He clamps it over Enel's mouth, the doctor irritated with his arrogant drivel. "I prefer to study in silence," he hisses.

While Law seems to be busy for a little while, and since Enel is rather lonely and needy in these nocturnal hours, he decides to pay him a visit in his office. Still bent over his pile of documents, Enel wonders what sort of studies could be that interesting in the end, however, he somehow understands the deep curiosity to always learn something new. Carrying a plate of fresh cut apples and a bottle of ambrosia – homemade, recipe coming directly from the sky islands – Enel growls when he’s welcomed with nothing else but a palm over his mouth to shut him up.

He clicks his tongue, gripping Law’s wrist to remove his hand from his face, irritated, for sure. “Do you have a stop button when it comes to your rudeness?”

Of course he doesn’t, Enel already knows the answer. It would be the same for him, he wouldn’t know how to stop himself from being arrogant and intrusive. Still convinced that he’s not overstepping and he can actually lure him to have a break, he places the plate of fruits in front of Law, the bottle joining soon.

“Bark at me as much as you want, I’m pretty certain you have never tried Birkan alcohol before. Ambrosia is a secret recipe I stole a long time ago.” He smirks, while he slides the bottle closer from the captain of the Hearts. “One drink and I let you study.”  

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