#hes a pirate he deserves all the jewelry

[imhenritz]

Giving him the love he deserves (Sanji x Reader)

I have had this idea in my head for quite some time. I enjoyed writing it, but I don't know how to continue and if I would.

Reader is Mc or Main Character, but I made it sound like it's a name! I'm too lazy to think of a real name. Forgive me! Y/N didn't feel right somehow *sweats* Could this still be considered x reader? Oh god.

The prompt in my head goes like this: "The reader gets sucked into One Piece after wishing that someone would love Sanji like he is supposed to be loved, as nobody has given him a chance. She would love to give him that chance if only she could. One time, she was in her room, falling asleep while recording her voice for a cover request sent to her. When she woke up, she found herself in a boat floating, wearing pieces of jewelry fit for nobility. Her neck, ears, and bracelets were all glittering in the darkness." Story under the cut! Part 2 here!

She hated the dark. There were no lights to be seen, and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, recognizing she had been in a lifeboat. A medieval one; she knew this because of museums she had visited, always drawn to pirate ships, wondering how it would be then.

Everything was quiet, like she was completely alone and trapped. Shouting would be pointless at this point. Absent-mindedly, she started singing "Jolly Sailor Bold." It had been a few days; she was starving and weak. She caught herself and huffed, “If I die, I might as well go in style,” she continued.

She kept repeating it until she got tired and chose to lie down and look up at the stars. They were never this clear in her city.

When she woke up, it was with a man with a braided blonde mustache talking to a few more men. “Ah, the lass. Must be shipwrecked.”

“-Must be loaded…”

“Jewelries…”

She could barely catch their whispers. Groggy and weak, she looked up at the man. It must have been dawn. “Please help me.” Holding her throat, she felt the jewels that were like stones. “Take everything-” She wet her lips, trying to swallow the moisture in her mouth, which she didn’t think was there. “Jewel… Please.”

She lost the ability to talk but could feel a soft arm taking her in. The smell of aftershave and nicotine lulled her to sleep.

“I got you, Madame.”

She woke up to Sanji greeting her with food and saw her eat it without any grace, making him let out a chuckle, and she glared weakly, more embarrassed than mad. “I’m sorry; I lost count of how long I was in the sea.”

“Try 85 days.”

“What—85?” her eyes widened as he grinned. He gestured to the seat next to her bed, and she nodded. “I’m sorry. I think I was only there for a week—”

He shook his head. “It’s not about the days. It’s experiencing hunger. You gave up every bit of your jewelry, you know.”

She reached for her neck and huffed. “Those jewels meant nothing if you can’t eat or drink.”

“Damn right.”

Her eyes went to the door, where she recognized the man who saved her. She thought she was in a dream before, but it’s uncanny how both are real-life versions of Zeff, and now looking at the young blond man at her side—Sanji?

“You’re an aristocrat. I’m sure a few pieces won’t go missing,” the older man grumbled. He kicked the young blond’s head. “Give up the seat, little eggplant.”

Sanji lookalike grumbled but did mutter, “Old shit bag.”

She gasped, blinking, piecing things together. “Little eggplant…” she muttered in disbelief.

“I assure you it has nothing to do with—”

Zeff lookalike chuckled. “I assure you he is every single bit of a little eggplant,” he smirked and brushed his mustache down, making them bounce up, resisting the brush. “They call me Zeff. What’s your name, lass?”

“Mc, sir,” she bowed deeply. “I owe you my life, Sir Zeff. Please let me repay you somehow.”

“Another one on the bag,” he mumbled.

The blond man saw the chance and began, “My name is Sanji. You can call me whatever you—”

“—Your family must be looking for you. Where are you from?” Zeff watched as she gulped and looked away from him, mouth opening and closing with no words. “I can’t let you stay here and be seen as a kidnapper—”

“—Old man, what if she runs away? We have extra rooms—”

“No, no stuff on the boat. It’s shipwrecked. Can’t let the place close because of a stowaway—”

“NO!” she stopped him with a loud voice, causing both to stop. “I’m sorry. This might sound crazy, but I’m not from around here. I don’t think I am,” she gulped.

“Could you have amnesia?”

She sighed and shook her head. “Please don’t kill me, but I think I know who you are and where I am. Please let me finish.”

She gave them a recap of what she knew, and both men were quiet. She pulled on her IV, hissing at the pain. “I’m sorry. I will go now; I’m sure you won’t want anyone like me here, after knowing all of those. I think the jewels are real. Although I’m not sure if they are since I just woke up wearing them—”

“You are staying, lass.”

“I know. I’m sorry—let me.” She stood, but her legs didn’t work as they were supposed to, and she fell on her knees. Sanji was there to help her.

“I know I gave you 85 days as a hint. But damn, giving out the whole story. So you know me and everything?”

She nodded, and Zeff began to laugh. “Just when I thought I had seen all the world has to offer.”

“You’re just going to accept this, you old man?”

Zeff smirked, “Anyone could have lied better than that.” He looked at Mc and smiled. “I won’t have a freeloader here. You know what this place is, then.”

She nodded, “I can wash the dishes, clean the toilet—wait tables.”

“God no. I don’t need a woman in my kitchen or in the toilet. You’ll wait tables. You start tomorrow.”

Sanji stood, still supporting her. “She can’t even walk!” he protested.

Zeff was about to reply when she patted Sanji’s hand. “I’ll start tomorrow, sir Zeff. Thank you so much.”

"Just Zeff will do, lass"Zeff grumbled and began walking to the door, hearing Sanji sweet-talking her as she left. “Patty will help you with your clothes.”

Sanji paused and shouted, “Old man, Patty won’t know what fashion is if it knocks on his head!”

Zeff glared. “More than you.”

**===**

“I have to say, having the girl waiting on tables isn’t bad,” Patty said, seeing how everyone can actually work in the kitchen better now. She works fast, and all the cooks have to do is the labor of bringing out the heavy meals.

“She has a great smile, pleasing personality—”

“Charming!”

“A sight for sore eyes, you lot aren’t,” Patty chortled, laughing as he proceeded to cart in the finished meals. He smirked, seeing one certain sous chef who was grumbling under his breath as he was stirring a pot. He walked closer, pushing the cart to a designated dishwasher for the week. “Got to get a move on that soup.”

Sanji glared and hissed, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Never thought I’d see the day you would hate being in the kitchen,” Patty leaned forward from the preparation counter.

“Who hates being in the kitchen?” Zeff entered, making Patty straighten up and busy himself, but not before smirking with Carne. “The shit cook wants to wait tables, boss.”

Zeff rolled his eyes, “He is staying in the kitchen. Can’t afford to have him kick another customer out on a whim.”

Sanji took off the ladle he had been stirring and turned, “He was flirting with Mc!”

“And?” Zeff huffed, “You do the same with every woman who darkens the door, little eggplant.”

“Yeah!” Carne added, “She must have learned that from you! That woman charms women and men! Makes you look like an amateur!”

They laughed. “Someone’s getting a taste of their own medicine.”

“Ooooh, getting a taste of their medicine?” Mc walked in, heels clicking on the tiled floor, smiling. “Who is it this time?” She looked expectantly at everyone, who dispersed. “Hey!”

Sanji was about to float over to her when Zeff interrupted. “Lass, your notepad seems to be getting thinner.”

Mc looked down at her little notepad, with a grimace she apologized. “Sorry, Zeff, I just take so many notes. I would need a new one tomorrow.”

Zeff chuckled, “Those notes make customers feel like you’ve known them forever. Take this and buy yourself a whole stack of notes—”

“—Thank you!”

“I can, of course, escort you tomorrow!” Sanji offered, now getting to Mc, who was glowing from the berries that Zeff had handed over.

“Oh no, no need, Sanji. It’s just notes. I can handle it.”

“Get the lass the notebook from my room, Sanji. This one won’t last the night.”

Mc smiled at Sanji, and he went tapping Carne, gesturing to the pot.

As soon as Sanji left, he pulled out a list. “Take him to carry stuff.”

“Oh, okay,” Mc nodded, going over the list that had meat and rice on it. “That makes sense. It’ll be best to get everything at once.” She gasped. “I almost forgot we got this order from table 8, 5, and 2!” ripping off three papers and pinning them overhead of the pot Sanji was cooking.

She breezed out of the kitchen when the bell rang. “Thank you again, Zeff!”

She exited the door when Zeff hollered, “Buy yourself something else too!”

If she was drawn at that moment, she would surely have flowers in the background.

Carne looked at Zeff, who just returned it with a raised brow. “We got enough ingredients for next week.”

Zeff brushed his braided mustache. “The little eggplant deserves the break for how obedient he has been lately,” he chuckled. “Even volunteered to wait tables!”

**===**

“I’m pretty sure by the way you keep feeding me this expensive food, I’ll be in debt forever, Ji,” Mc sighed in content as she savored the dessert she just served earlier, which cost berries she'd earn in a day.

“Then you’ll stay forever with me,” Sanji winked, wiping the utensils they washed together dry.

Mc grinned, “You won’t hear me complaining,” taking another bite, she remembered something, causing her to pause.

Sanji paused and bit his cheek, watching the spoon in her mouth and her fishing out a paper and sliding it to him. “I hope this is a love letter.”

Mc pulled the spoon clean and held it up. “Unfortunately not, I thought about giving you one with the orders, but I don’t know if Carne or Patty will process the order instead, so I held back.”

Sanji blinked. Mc had always flirted back with him and accepted his flirtations, but he always thought it was a game they were playing. She was just charming, and she knew his past; why would someone like that return his love?

“I have a favor to ask, Sanji.”

He raised a brow, taking the paper but not opening it. “It’s a yes, whatever it is, darling.”

Mc opened her mouth to respond as if it was their usual game when she paused and stopped his hand from picking up the slid paper he just covered with his hand.

“Take me out on a date.”

His mind stopped. He watched her eyes, vulnerable and sincere. “Darling…” he trailed.

She can’t be playing with him. She must know how he couldn’t resist females, especially not her. Someone he treasures.

They went on a date. He planned it all out. She made him feel like he is the only man she could see. It was addicting to have all her attention just on him.

**===**

No one asked how old she was; no one was crude enough to ask, not with him, Carne, Patty around. She had always acted maturely. He was sure she was young, younger than him in appearance at least. Her mental age was around mid or late 20’s. Her actions were so, as he observed from their patrons.

It had been years since she drifted on their restaurant. Ever since his 19th birthday, Sanji had noticed her checking the orders or peeking at the customers as if waiting for someone or loud noises. She knew what was going to happen but refused to tell, afraid it won’t happen.

Then the chore boy appeared. Mc was so gentle and nice to him, always saving him and sneaking him food and patting his head. It wasn’t like she wasn’t giving him attention, but she was giving more energy to him. He didn’t like it one bit.

It was night; she was out for her regular singing at night, a small boat a few meters away from the restaurant. She never told anyone; they believed she assumed nobody could hear her, but they did. Everyone kept their windows open to hear her sing.

In her long nightgown covering everything but her hands and face. The glow of the night lamp she brought with her gave her a soft, ethereal glow.

“I always wanted a musician! Be my friend!”

Sanji’s heart leaped. If she left with the chore boy, he would never see her again. She smiled and patted the boy’s head, pushing his straw hat out of the way. “I can only play the guitar and not that well though.”

“Who cares? We can find one that plays music! We’re friends now!”

Her peal of laughter filled the darkness. “I’ll be just a singer then?” she smiled and sighed, “I would only in one condition.”

“Condition?”

She urged him closer and whispered, and before the boy could shout it, she held a finger on his lips. “You can’t tell anyone.” Part 2 here! Thank you for reading! I've never written for Sanji or One Piece before, but this idea won't let me sleep. It's a shame to leave it in my drafts to collect dust. Here's my tribute!

#opla sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x reader fluff #one piece sanji #sanji #sanji fluff #sanji x you #black leg sanji #luffy #red leg zeff #zeff #drabble #one piece live action #one pice #one piece fanfiction #one piece fluff #one piece netflix #op live action #straw hat pirates #baratie #Giving him the love he deserves (Sanji x Reader)

[dean-winchesters-clit]

Another theory post about OFMD S2 because it's all I think about anymore

I had a theory forming about the pearl necklace Ed is wearing that I wanted to share with y'all. I was originally speculating about where Ed got the necklace, thinking that maybe he stole it off one of the wedding guests or even the bride because you can see a lot of the women wearing pearl jewelry in these shots.

But the only pearl necklace we see is much larger than the ones Ed is wearing, and I did some digging and found out that pearl necklaces mostly went out of style in Europe due to a war and the church getting all uppity about people being excessive, so it would be unlikely that any of the other women would be wearing pearl necklaces, especially when the earrings and hairpins made with pearls were usually larger and more uniform than the ones we see on Ed's necklace.

So, where did the necklace come from? I think it makes perfect sense that Stede gave it to Ed because of course he did, but when? It's hard to see Ed's neck in any of the shots of him raiding the wedding ship or in the captain's cabin aboard the Revenge, but I think it's safe to say that he doesn't have it at that point in time.

The first time we see it clearly in the trailer is when he's in the forest, confronting the mysterious figure (who I have a theory about, but that's for another time).

So, Ed gets the pearl necklace some time between raiding a bunch of ships as Blackbeard and getting stranded on an island. What could possibly happen in the interim that could cause him to acquire a pearl necklace from Stede?

Well, we all know Mysterious Merchant Susan is definitely the Chinese Pirate Queen Shi Yang/Zheng Yi Sao/Ching Shih or some approximation of her (since the real Zheng Yi Sao was born in 1775). We also know that she's masquerading as a merchant for some reason. What if the scene of Stede and Oluwande at the market happens before Stede sends his message in a bottle to Ed?

What if, when talking about Blackbeard and Ed, Susan convinces Stede to buy a string of these?

Chinese freshwater pearls. They're smaller and less uniform than the pearls we associate with classic European pearl jewelry. And they match up in style and size pretty well to the pearls on Ed's necklace.

What if Stede buys these pearls from Susan and places them in the bottle along with his message to Ed? Then, when Ed gets stranded on the island, he finds the bottle on the beach and the pearls inside. That's why he goes from no pearls on the Revenge to pearl necklace on the deserted island.

Just some food for thought!

Edit

So, @naranjapetrificada pointed something out that kinda sinks this theory, but I do really like where this new info leads us.

Ed is wearing the pearl necklace before being stranded on the island. You can see it in the "fuck you, Stede Bonnet" frame, but it's easy to miss.

There she is, when Ed is very clearly on the deck of the Revenge.

So, this does burn my theory to the ground, but that's okay!! That's the fun of theory crafting! Someone noticed something I didn't and flipped the whole script!

I love the implications that the necklace is something Ed chooses for himself, rather than something he is gifted. He still likes fine things and wants to feel pretty and finds something that makes him feel that way. Babygirl is having a rough time and deserves some happiness, dammit!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #our flag means death season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #theory #my theory #if any of the info about pearls or 18th century jewelry is incorrect #please let me know and i will happily make an edit to this post #the gentleman pirate #blackbeard #ofmd stede #ofmd edward teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #pearls #pearl necklace #18th century fashion #edited #i was wrong #and thats okay

[fangirltothefullest]

Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns

HELL YEAH!

Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.

Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim

I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.

Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)

Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"

Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept

If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.

Inspiration 3: Royal villains

We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!

There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.

Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.

Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics

Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.

Speaking of octopus...

Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai

He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.

Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic

What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"

Inspiration 7: Weapon Master

Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.

Things that are a must:

So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.

Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.

Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.

If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.

Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.

If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.

Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.

Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.

So I came to this:

#tashiarts #sanders sides #inspiration for remus

[seiya-starsniper]

For Fluffy February 15 Dreamling

SOMEHOW, I managed to finish this before February ending 🤣🤣

Enjoy the shamless fluff anon!

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“Oh! Let’s look at this stall, Hob!”

Morpheus looks up from his crafting table and is met with the sight of a couple in their early thirties approaching his shop. Or rather, the woman is dragging her partner towards his shop. Morpheus thinks he recognizes her, a thought that is later confirmed as he slowly recognizes the various pieces of her outfit from other vendors on the fairgrounds. She’s adorned in one of Lucienne’s gorgeous handmade corsets, and Morpheus is pretty certain her peasant blouse and skirt are from Matthew and Jessamy’s pirate themed shop. The flower crown expertly woven into her bright blonde hair confirms that the woman is definitely a dedicated attendee. One with plenty of money to spend.

Her partner though, he’s wearing a rented costume so Morpheus thinks it’s probably his first time here. She did call him Hob though. How period accurate for the Renaissance Faire. 

“Good morrow my friends,” Morpheus greets them, falling easily into his shopkeeper persona. “How may I assist the Lord and Lady today?” The woman giggles at being addressed as a lady. 

“I’ve heard,” she stage-whispers, holding her hand up to her cheek, “that you are the best jeweler in all the lands, good sir.” Her face is full of delight as she says this, and Morpheus cannot help but play along. 

“I dare say you have heard the truth m’lady,” Morpheus answers with his own conspiratorial smile. “Shall I show you my collection of wares?” he asks, gesturing to the glass display case just underneath his hands. The woman squeals in delight.

“Oh Hob, they’re so beautiful!” she croons as she dips her head to look at the jewelry displayed inside. She points at a few items she’s interested in, some necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, but decidedly foregoes the rings. Interesting. 

“Did you hand make all of these yourself?” the woman asks as she and Hob try on a matching set of Celtic knot necklaces.

“Aye, milady,” Morpheus answers. “We can also customize any piece, and also resize, if needed,” he adds. 

“Pretty handy,” the man, Hob, says, finally joining the conversation. He smiles at Morpheus, who feels his face grow warm at the compliment.

Though he hadn’t paid attention to the man as much as the woman when they’d first entered the shop, upon closer inspection, Morpheus realizes that Hob is quite attractive. He was maybe an inch or two taller than Morpheus, with broad shoulders and muscled thighs that were clearly on display in his rented Faire outfit. His chin-length brown hair framed a kind face with thick brows and a full mouth that looked like it had been built for laughing.

And oh, that smile. Hob smiled with his entire face, creasing his brows, eyes, cheeks, and mouth all at once as he appreciates the look of Morpheus’s work around his neck in the mirror. It makes Morpheus’s fingers itch. He wants to dress this man in the finest jewelry he could craft. He wants that smile, that radiance, that warmth, to be directed at Morpheus instead of the woman he’d come here with, even though she’d done nothing to deserve such a fate. But Morpheus has never been looked at the way Hob looks at his girlfriend. He’s rather certain he hasn’t seen many men look at any of their partners that way. It tugs at Morpheus’s freshly broken heart, and he has to force himself to refocus his attention on her instead of her partner, who seemed to have his own gravitational pull.

They eventually leave with the matching necklaces, and the woman, Eleanor, signs up for his mailing list, promising to buy more jewelry on his website. Morpheus believes her too. In addition to the necklaces, she’d bought a set of earrings and bracelets for herself, insisting that Hob not pay for her purchase. Her independence makes Morpheus smile, despite his jealousy. He wonders if next year, he might convince them to upgrade to the engagement, or even the wedding bands. 

Morpheus forgets all about the couple by the end of the day, but he feels a sense of melancholy and longing that he cannot quite explain as he packs up his shop for the night. He wonders if maybe he should take up Matthew and Jessamy’s offer for drinks tonight. If only to break out of his monotonous routine. 

It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting at home for him anymore, after all.

Morpheus doesn’t recognize Hob at first when the man wanders into his shop a year later with a rowdy group of friends. They’re all clearly drunk, and Morpheus is curious as to what about his shop could have possibly caught this group’s eye.

But then he sees the Celtic knot hanging from Hob’s neck, resting on a very hairy chest, and recognition dawns on Morpheus.

“I’d recognize that pendant and chain anywhere,” Morpheus greets with a smile, which causes a rowdy set of encouraging shouts and playful ribbing to erupt from the group. 

“You do, do you?” Hob asks, his words only a little bit slurred as he smiles at Morpheus, a tankard of what smells like mead and beer in his hand.

“I do,” Morpheus answers with his own smile. “But it seems to be missing its partner. Tell me, where is the Lady this lovely afternoon?”

Morpheus knows immediately he’s asked the wrong thing when Hob’s face falls.

“Oy mate, don’t bring up the man’s ex like that!” one of Hob’s friends scolds Morpheus, which makes Morpheus wince. A small chorus of boos erupts from the group as well.

“Ignore them,” Hob says, waving at his friends to shut up. “They mean well but I walked in here wearing one half of a set, it only makes sense you’d ask.”

“Still,” Morpheus insists. “I’m sorry about—er—” Morpheus is horrified to realize he has completely forgotten the woman’s name. 

“Hah!” Hob laughs, clearly amused rather than offended. “Her name was Eleanor. I’m Hob by the way.”

“I know,” Morpheus says, then winces again. 

“Do you, now?” Hob asks, with a cheeky grin. He places his tankard of unknown alcohol on Morpheus’s display case and then leans on it. “You remember my name, but not Eleanor’s?”

“She called you by name multiple times, and Hob isn’t exactly the most common of names used when taking on a Faire persona,” Morpheus says, hoping that his explanation doesn’t sound nearly half as creepy as he feels.

“I know, that’s why I picked it,” Hob grins. “I do use it outside of here too, you know.”

“You do not,” Morpheus replies, aghast. What man in his right mind would willingly go by the name Hob and risk endless jokes on doorknobs and stoves?

“I do,” Hob says with a wink before he bows dramatically. “Professor Hob Gadling of the Medieval Studies Department of XX University, at your service, my good sir.”

“Oy Hobsie, stop showing off!” one of Hob’s friends calls from a different part of the shop. Morpheus hadn’t even noticed they’d dispersed to look around, he had been so entranced by Hob’s reappearance.

“Yeah, are you buying anything? You’re the one that wanted to come here!”

“Ah, is the good sir looking for something new?” Morpheus asks, slipping back into character, and hoping to hide his embarrassment. “Mayhaps something to help ease a broken heart?”

“Something like that,” Hob answers, sheepishly, his fingers fiddling with his right ear. Morpheus tries to show how entranced he is by the motion. “Listen I was wondering if—uh—well, you know—if there was time—”

“He wants to know if you’re single and ready to mingle!” one of Hob’s friends shouts, followed by a loud chorus of agreement. “And if you’re into men!” another one adds. 

“What the flying fuck Davey!” Hob turns and shouts at his friends, who all laugh and raise their glasses to a toast. 

“Get your man Hobsie, so we can keep getting drunk!”

Hob groans and hides his face in his hands, muttering something about ‘worst wingmen ever’ and Morpheus cannot help it. He bursts into laughter, and has to clutch at the cash register behind him for support.

“I don’t suppose we can forget this whole thing ever happened?” Hob asks, once Morpheus has caught his breath. His face is red with embarrassment, and Morpheus wonders if the man blushes so prettily on other parts of his body as well. 

“I’m afraid not,” Morpheus answers, shaking his head solemnly. “But my evening is available after the Faire closes tonight,” he adds with a wry smile.

Hob’s entire body perks up immediately. “Seriously? You’re interested?”

“As long as you intend for us to be alone,” Morpheus answers, his eyes falling to Hob’s posse behind him. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Hob exclaims, nodding eagerly. Morpheus cannot help but smile as Hob’s friends continue to tease him while they exchange contact information and make plans to meet outside the Faire grounds later. He even manages to make a few sales from the group. Morpheus wishes Hob could stay longer and that they could talk more, but the post-lunch crowd that spills into the shop dashes those plans for now. 

Hob doesn’t miss an opportunity to show off again though. He takes Morpheus’s hand and kisses it, bowing deeply, and causing the rest of the shop to coo and cheer at the romantic display.

“I shall miss you dearly, beloved, until we next meet again,” Hob declares loudly as he exits the shop with his friends.

“You’re seeing him tonight you dingbat!” Morpheus hears one of his friends laugh.

After the post-lunch crowd leaves, Morpheus sits at his crafting table, looking over his in-progress projects, and wonders if custom jewelry is a bit too much for a first date. Hob had worn the Celtic knot necklace though, and it was clear he needed a replacement.

Rubies, Morpheus decides. Hob would look good in rubies. Morpheus readjusts the setup of his table and gets to work, mentally counting down the minutes until he’d be able to see Hob’s smiling face again.

#dreamling #hob x dream #morpheus x hob #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamling

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Beauty of the Blue

A/N- This is technically my second Buggy fic since i didn’t like the first one very much but i think this perfectly embodies how i think Buggy would act with the reader 🥰 also i want to make it clear that this is for the live action Buggy and not from the anime, so i’m using the little knowledge i have of him and his character 😅 i’m sorry if he also seems a little OOC, this is my first time writing for someone with his personality so i’m doing my best :p i hope i get better in the future and i can’t wait to see more of him in season 2 😍

Summary- While waiting for someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, you’re shocked that a clown in a pirate hat is able to persuade you to join him.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Reader is described with female features, alcohol

Tag List- None yet!

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added)

Word Count- 2.5k

“Alright,” You shouted with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back in your chair, “who’s next?”

The bar was packed full of pirates from all over the east blue, just waiting to get the chance to talk to you. Men, women, fish men, all different kinds of sailors from all different backgrounds were just waiting for their turn to convince you to join their crew.

You wouldn’t really consider yourself a pirate, you weren’t sure how you would address yourself. You weren’t feared, but more so admired by all other ships on the sea, pirate and marine alike. You had your bounty, but not for any malicious reasons.

You were very convincing, someone who could get whatever they wanted just with a little wink and a smile. A beautiful woman who was cursed with a body and features that anyone would kill for. You’d been able to convince captains for a little extra of their treasure that had on board their ships just from flirting a little across the bar. You were able to convince shop and restaurant owners to give you their very best, all free of charge of course. You had even managed to distract a sailor long enough to take his ship and all the supplies onboard, just from a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle.

It was a gift and a curse, and you knew that, but that also meant that you were wanted by every sea captain for miles around. They would come by each and every night, trying to convince you to join their crew and use your beauty to help get them further to becoming king of the pirates, but not one offer had been good enough for you.

Fame, riches, mansions and jewelry and countless other things were offered to you, but none of them were good enough. You wanted someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, someone who could promise you the life you knew you deserved, and it seemed like every day that dream was getting smaller and smaller.

You sighed and grabbed your glass from the table before you, sipping your drink as you glanced around at the other patrons, just waiting for the next person to come up and give it their shot at letting them have you as a part of their crew. Not one person had come up to you, until you heard the heavy boots of someone approaching.

You quickly looked over, drink in hand, just waiting to hear whatever offer they had for you, but their appearance threw you off quite a bit.

He was a larger man, lots of muscle, wearing a striped singlet and his face was painted with makeup you’d only seen in circuses and at carnivals. You flashed him a smile and curiously wondered who he was, or whose crew he was on.

“Hello there. Something to say?” You set your near empty glass back onto the table before you and he nodded his head as a sign of respect to you.

“Miss (y/n), it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a smile, clearly a bit flustered at being in your presence, “My captain has heard many great things about you. He would like to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Oh really?” You sipped the last of your drink and sat back into your chair, crossing your legs, “And who might your captain be?”

“Captain Buggy. He’s been quite interested in you for some time.”

“Hm, i don’t recognize the name.” You shrugged, “But i’m sure he’s not too serious about this offer he has for me. He couldn’t even come to me himself.”

“He wanted to make sure you were the real deal, so i was sent in his place. And may i just say, you are much more beautiful than your poster leads on.” He said with a smile and a flustered laugh, you could see the blush on his face just from seeing your smile.

“Awe, aren’t you sweet!” He’s lucky that flattery worked quite well on you, “I’ll tell you what, if he can come to me himself and tell me his little offer, i may consider it.”

He nodded excitedly and quickly left, you giggled watching him wander out of the bar.

A few moments had passed, a handful of other captains and crew members had their own try at offering you a new drink in exchange for a little bit of your attention, but it seemed like none of them were worth your time.

As you looked down into your empty glass, you noticed the bar get quiet, the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor and approaching closer to your seat. You looked up and as soon as you saw him, you knew this had to be the captain of the muscle man. Captain Buggy.

He was a tall, lean man, pale skin with a bit of muscle on his body. He must’ve been at sea for a long while to gain such a figure. Blue hair, big red nose, and he had the clown makeup to match. You’d never seen someone with such a look, many times you’d seen captains with their strange choice of outfit for themselves and their crew but nothing quite like his. And you had to admit, for a clown in a pirates hat, he wasn’t a bad looking guy either.

He slowly approached your table with a smile, the muscle man walking behind him, keeping himself in Buggy’s shadow. He pointed to the chair in front of him, opposite you,

“Is this seat taken?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You set your empty glass back onto the table.

“So sorry,” He said with a laugh, “where are my manners. Captain Buggy.” He gently reached his hand out for your to shake, “May i say, it’s wonderful to see such a pretty face, your wanted poster doesn’t do you justice.”

“Well aren’t you charming.” You smiled and reached your hand out to his, he took it gently and kissed the back of it, a bit of the red makeup on his lips leaving a little mark.

“I do have my moments.”

You nodded to the chair, letting him sit across from you, the bar went back to it’s normal pace but you could see almost all eyes were on you two.

“Your friend tells me you’d like to make an offer?”

“I would.” He snapped his fingers and within moments the muscle man behind him returned with a bottle of alcohol and another glass, “And i know it’s one that’ll be hard for you to refuse.”

He popped the cork off of the bottle and poured some of the amber liquid into your empty glass before filling his own. Whiskey. And it wasn’t the cheap stuff either.

You gently lifted the glass to your lips and crossed your legs,

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

He smiled and quickly swallowed almost the entire glass, giving himself a bit of liquid courage before reaching for the bottle again and pouring more for himself.

“I’m sure you’ve had more than enough people offer you the same things, day after day. Money, jewelry, fame and riches you could never dream of. But i’m not here to offer you any of those things…”

You took another sip and cocked your head to him, watching the way his lips curled into a smile, the red makeup around his mouth only made it seem bigger.

“So what exactly are you trying to offer me then?”

He looked into his glass, sighing as he watched the dark liquid swirl as he twirled the glass in his hand,

“The life you deserve.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze stayed on him, looking over his face for any sign of emotion, but all you could see was complete seriousness in his turquoise eyes. They reminded you of the ocean. You were curious as to what he could possibly mean.

“Go on…”

He sat back in his chair, pulling his orange captains hat off and tossing it to the floor next to him,

“You may not know much about me, but i know plenty about you. You’ve managed to steal ships without even having to lift a finger. You’ve had marine and pirate captains alike giving you their berry without a second thought. You’re a beautiful woman with a remarkable talent, a talent i would love to have on my ship.”

He definitely had a way with his words, each one making you eager to hear the next. He seemed so calm, so collected, it may have been the alcohol keeping him like this but you preferred it over the others who were either too drunk or too nervous to get the first sentence out. He had gotten the furthest than anyone else ever had, and you were willing to hear out the rest of this offer he had for you.

“And what would you and your crew do for me in return?” You asked him with a cheeky smile.

“Anything your sweet little heart desires. Someone with your ability shouldn’t be thrown off as another one of my crew, first class treatment. Nothing but the best.”

Your gaze softened, your eyes locked, and all you could see was honesty behind his eyes. And that was quite rare for a pirate, especially a captain.

“So…” You sipped the last of your whiskey and reached the glass out for him to pour you another, “let’s just say i do take this offer. With what you’re telling me, i have almost, if not the same amount of power you would over your crew.”

“You’re exactly right.” He lifted the bottle and poured you another glass, “Beautiful and smart, you’re quite the catch, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. No one had been that confident to so openly be flirtatious, he was the only one who had gotten so far. You admired it. Damn him and his charm.

“So i’ve been told.” You sipped from your glass as he set the bottle back to the table, “So tell me, how big is your ship and your crew? I want to know what i’m getting myself into.”

“Biggest one in the east blue. And my crew is filled with dozens of the best, strongest freaks and fighters you’ve ever seen. We’ve taken over more islands than you can imagine.”

You nodded and thought about just how big his crew might actually be. If the muscle man he sent was just one of them, he must have at least two dozen other men just as big, if not even bigger than him.

“What about food, supplies, clothes, a place to sleep? I’m going to need to have everything, i don’t have much on the little ship i’m using at the moment.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue. Like i said, anything you want, you’ll get.” His smile never left his lips.

“May i ask…” You looked down into your glass as you spoke, “why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why, are you making such an offer to me? You’re willing to give me anything i ask for, all in exchange for my help to get your ship closer to the one piece?”

“Oh, no.” His response took you back, curious as to why he was offering so much to you for such little in return, “You being able to help us get closer to the one piece is just a perk for us. I just want you.”

You widened your eyes as you stared at his smile.

No one had ever been so willing to give you anything you asked for, not in exchange for your ability, but just for you. All he wanted was to have you with him, to be able to say that he had the most beautiful creature of all seas on his side.

He was quite convincing.

“So if i decided to not help you get what you needed, if i didn’t want to do any of my normal dirty work and get you supplies, boats, and the like, that wouldn’t be a problem for you?”

He shrugged,

“Not at all.” He let out a long exhale before swallowing the last of his drink, you doing the same, “I’ll be honest with you (y/n). You’re a woman that’s been admired across all seas, by every pirate captain i’ve come across and every marine vessel that’s tried to best me, all of them have your wanted poster tacked up on their walls like you’re some kind of tool for them to use to get one step closer to the one piece. Your talent is a gift, i’ll give you that, but i know no one else has ever given you the opportunity to move forward. To let yourself be more than just your beauty. And when i find the one piece and become king of the pirates,” He set his glass onto the table and leaned forward, looking deep into your eyes, “i’d be more than honored to have you be my queen.”

His words left you speechless.

Countless times you’ve had people offer you their life’s savings, their most extravagant ships and their strongest men, you’d even had one man be so bold as to offer you his entire island just to be able to say that you were on their side. This was the first, and only time, someone has ever made you feel like you were more than just a pretty face. You were someone to be respected, loved, and given nothing but the best.

“So what do you say?” He grasped the bottle in his hand and poured you each another glass of the remaining liquid, “Do we have a deal?”

He slid your glass over to you and you stared at it for a moment.

If you agreed, it would mean that every other vessel on the sea would be no match for Buggy and his crew. Especially with you sitting pretty on the sidelines.

“I say…” You grasped your glass and slowly looked up to him, leaning your glass forward for him to click his with it, “we have a deal.”

You smiled with one another as you clinked the rims of your glasses together, each sipping the last of the warm liquid before setting your glasses back to the table. Buggy grabbed the empty bottle and handed it back to the muscle man in the singlet, another full one replacing it in his hand just moments later.

The entire bar was watching you two at your table, barely being able to hear your conversation, but the moment they saw your glasses clink together they knew it was over for them. No more having to wait their turn to get their chance to get your attention, it was finally won over. By a clown in a pirates hat.

“You know,” You said with a giggle as Buggy poured you another glass, “for a clown, you don’t seem very funny, you’re acting all serious. Aren’t clowns supposed to be funny and make people happy?”

He sipped his glass and reached out his empty hand to yours, his soft off white gloves holding it so delicately,

“Trust me, i’ll make you very happy.”

You smiled and could feel a heat rising to your cheeks, hoping that no one would be able to sense it. You wanted him to make you happy.

#one peice #one piece live action #buggy #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #buggy x yn #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown fic #buggy the clown fluff

[tj-dragonblade]

Pleasure Little Treasure sounds like something I might be interested in 👀

Mmyes, possibly you might recall this one from almost a year ago on the server, the panties-and-piercings-and-jewelry pwp. I've settled on Pleasure Little Treasure as the title, after a Depeche Mode song, and I'm debating (or, Call Me a Pirate the Way I'm Plundering That Booty) as a parenthetical add-on. It fits, but it also implies more comedy than this entails. It's just 100% unfiltered staight-up smut. It's been back-burnered forever but blowing the dust off for this ask has been very productive; here's the freshly-drafted opening:

"Dream! Hello—oh. Oh, sweet christ I. Oh. Hi—" Hob is sat at his kitchen table and extremely grateful for it, because the combination of misfiring synapses and blood rushing south has his knees giving out as he tries to rise. He falls back to his seat, staring. "Hello, Hob." Dream sways closer on designer heels, wearing so much and yet so little, and Hob feels a bit light-headed taking it all in. The tiara is good, a good place to start. It's silver and intricate and delicate, like sparkling lace in the untamed wilds of his hair, rubies and black diamonds encrusting its swooping filigree whorls. His ears are decked in matching studs and little black metal loops scattered along the outer edge, teardrop rubies dangling from silver-set black pearls adorning either lobe. He's got makeup on, smoky silvery-black eyeshadow, black liner, black lipstick; he's fucking gorgeous, and he knows it, but that's just the beginning. His arms are sleeved from bicep to wrist in black lace that keeps going across the backs of his hands to hook over his middle fingers. There are rings on some of his fingers as well, tasteful silver-wrought and burnished black things with rubies set in low profile; his nails are slightly longer than usual, perfectly shaped and polished a glossy glittery black. Four or five necklaces of varying length hang over his chest—a string of black pearls, bright and dark silver chains with rubies and black diamonds scattered along their length, a black lace-and-velvet choker above them all with a sizeable teardrop ruby dangling from it to nestle in the hollow of his throat. His nipples are pierced.

His navel is, too; Hob can't see all the details quite yet but there are teardrop rubies at all three points, and he can't wait to get a closer look. Dream turns, smiling over his shoulder, giving Hob a view of his pale naked back and inevitably drawing Hob's attention to his arse. It's wrapped in black lace cheeky panties, the lower curves left beautifully, teasingly exposed, the shape perfectly enhanced by the height of his heels. He completes the turn with a switch of his hips that accentuates the bulge of his cock beneath the lace, sashays closer; Hob takes in the long lines of his legs in their jewel-and-lace-topped sheer silk stockings (black, of course), the elegant glossy black heels with the red soles and zippers down the back—he's no fashionista, can't remember designer names for anything but he's seen enough to know these are high-end haute couture, and he honestly expects nothing less from Dream. The whole ensemble is a feast for the eyes, and his mouth is watering as Dream straddles his lap and settles himself comfortably, arms draped over Hob's shoulders. Hob is struggling for words, honestly. "Hi," he manages, repeating himself. "What's this, then?"

Here are Dream's shoes, for the record, except his are shiny patent leather glossy:

And if you've made it through all that detailed description? You deserve a bit of the actual smut too, also freshly drafted. (Did I mention I've been productive on this?) Please imagine: Hob is sitting in a chair like this one and Dream's kneeling on the armrests so he's splayed open over Hob's lap:

"Hob—Hob—!" He is sobbing the name, trembling above Hob, shaking with need; Hob kisses the drool from his slack and quivering ebony lip, fingers his prostate at the same lovingly measured pace he's used for the past thirty minutes. "Shh, dove, I've got you. I've got you. Just let yourself feel—" he presses expertly, rubs a slow firm circle and Dream chokes out a gasping cry, more pre-come dripping slowly from around the piercing, through the lace of his panties "—and I promise, I'll get you there." He's so beautiful, like this, coming apart on Hob's fingers, trusting Hob with his pleasure, allowing Hob this time-honored vulnerability and Hob loves him, fiercely. He drags his lips up the line of Dream's throat past the velvet choker, guides Dream's head until he can claim the wet black-and-pink of his mouth, plunder it ardently with his tongue while steadying the play of his fingertips against Dream's prostate. He draws it out another five minutes, utterly enthralled and helplessly addicted to having Dream quaking on the edge above him like this. It is heady and intoxicating; he twists his fingers just so, a sweet caress, and shivers at the sound Dream makes. "Hob—please—" His narrow chest is heaving under the glittering strings of jewels that adorn him; his eyes are wet with the intensity of his pleasure, makeup smudging at their corners. His fingers with their glossy black nails clench and unclench in the shoulders of Hob's shirt and his ebony mouth trembles as he tries to speak. "Please—I cannot—this body, you drive me to madness—Hob, please—!" And Hob. He loves this, yes, but he will not push it to the point of cruelty and so finally, finally, he drives his fingers harder against that beautiful spot within his beautiful Dream, moves them faster; he watches, mesmerized, as Dream is swept into the swiftly-rising tide of orgasm. Dream warbles a keening moan as it begins to overtake him, his lace-clad arms braced stiff on Hob's shoulders, hips squirming low in the space above Hob's lap, greedy for the deep press of Hob's fingers. He's panting breathless sobs with each quickening stroke, bearing down on Hob's hand, trembling all over; Hob reaches up, tugs gently at the teardrop ruby dangling prettily from one stiff rosy nipple, and that's it.

(You can find a few little bits more to this in the wip tag if interested)

#askmemes #TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: treasure #nsft text #I see so many spots that need polishing #but I'm very pleased to have made progress on this regardless

[oxymorayuri]

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟺 – 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦 | 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata (Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 4187

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Have fun, kiss kiss ♡

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟺 – 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦

You choose your jewelry together with the ladies. Robin watches Nami place a golden leaf crown on your head and eats some pastries that Philippos gave you. “Some food for your nerves” he said to you with a wink and handed you the package with the tasty treats, as you said goodbye to him. You could definitely use something for your nerves, you thought to yourself and took a little something from the tray that Robin held out to you. After you've adjusted yourself a bit in front of a mirror, you collapse into the sofa next to Nami. You looked slightly to the side over your shoulder, as the bathroom door opened and the men entered your bedchamber again. You quickly stand up and move towards them. The four pirates look down on themselves and react very differently to the clothing.

Sanji enjoys the long men's skirt and adjusts the part that is thrown over his shoulder so that the material creates casual folds. He gently pats himself down and says, somewhat puzzled, where he should put his cigarettes. You chuckle at his mumble because actually all of your clothes don't have pockets. You go to a large wardrobe where your everyday clothes are and take out a small, simple leather bag. You hand it over to Sanji, who thanks you with a naughty wink. Usopp comments on how airy the clothes are and has wrapped a scarf with the material as he sits in front of the fireplace. Law and Zoro have quite a similar reaction to themselves as they look in a mirror. Their faces look almost disgusted, but in such a way that it's funny again. Somehow they still have to get used to this material. The silky smooth fabric lies prominently on the hips and emphasizes the V line. The two men are definitely impressive, but many of the men here in Tanata are also beautifully built.

“Does it have to be so loose?” the green-haired man fiddles wildly with his clothes. He can't quite cope with putting the material neatly over his shoulder, it's far too loose and his whole chest is actually exposed. Sanji starts teasing him and the two get into a little banter. Nami tries to end the argument between the two of them but it was in vain. In the end she was forced to smack them both and complained to them while she adjusted Zoro's clothes. A sweet giggle leaves Robin's lips as she watches the three of them. Your gaze falls on Law, who is looking at himself in the mirror with a dumbfounded expression. You stand sideways behind him and look at him through the mirror. You noticed his tattoos straight away. It's almost a shame how he desperately tries to cover most of his chest. The other men also have a body that deserves praise, but you still have a thing for tattoos. For a brief moment you're surprised which men would tattoo a huge heart on his chest, but there's one right in front of you.

Law coughs a small 'ahem' into his hand, making you look up. You see his gaze on you through the reflection and look at him a little ashamed. He definitely noticed your (e/c) eyes roaming thrilled over his torso. You try to distract him with a specific question.

“You don’t seem to be feeling very well.” Your eyes go over his appearance again and you put a hand on your hip. “I don’t really like the way this part falls across my shoulder.” He explains as he continues to tug at the fabric. You tap your lips thoughtfully and when an idea occurs to you, you hold your finger in the air. "Can I?" You ask him as your hands go to reach for the silk over his shoulder. He nods silently at you and leans back a little since you are very close to him. A little too close for him. This moment feels like an eternity as you wrap the silk cloth around him. With careful hand movements you swing the fabric around his hips. He quietly held his breath as you brushed against his side, you notice his flinch and look up at him innocently. You whisper a quiet 'sorry' as you tuck the end into his waistband and stand in front of him to look at the result.

Much better already. You note with satisfaction, but that's not all. With his tattoos he would stand out a bit, so now comes the second part of your idea.

"We should go back to the dressing room and pick out a cape for you." You wouldn't mind being able to continue admiring his beautiful body, but until your guests are not -official- guests, you should draw as little attention to you as possible.

The two of you quietly make your way to the dressing room while the others wait in your room. You rummage through your uncle and grandfather's closets, looking for a simple cape that will enhance Law's outfit. You don't think Law is the pompous type who likes flashy embroidery. Law watches you with his arms crossed over his bare chest as you throw one cloak after the other past him. Finally you found something suitable and proudly hold it up to him as if you were presenting him something very special. Your eager smile brings a sly grin to his face. With his arms still crossed, he looks at the cloak and realizes that he doesn't find it as bad as the cloaks he sees lying on the floor.

“I think-...” no more words can leave his mouth as you hastily press your small hand over his mouth. “psssht” you look intently at the door while Law stands straight as if struck by lightning. You're sure you heard a door close somewhere. Your eyes scan the room looking for a way out when you hear footsteps. Law, who came out of his stiffness at the sound of the footsteps, also tries to locate the footsteps whether they are coming closer or moving away from you. Unfortunately for you, they're getting closer!

You quickly grab Law and pull him into a closet.

Here you are now. Both in the closet and keep your breath shallow so you can hear every noise in the distance. You carefully look through the gap in the closet door and watch as someone comes into the room. It's just a maid who cleans up. You breathe out a sigh of relief because the servants wouldn't rat you out. Just as you were about to step out of the closet, you were pulled back by Law who was right behind you. Only now you realize how close you have been the whole time. With your back now pressed against his exposed chest, you feel every single muscle.

You look up at him and really hope that he doesn't feel your heart, which is almost jumping out of your chest. You notice how Law doesn't care at all how close you two are because his eyes are still fixed on the door and your gaze goes through the gap again. The door in question opens again and Anatol enters! You consider yourself lucky that Law pulled you back, impressed at how he could hear the fleet footed Anatol. You make sure there is some distance between you and concentrate on Anatol.

"Agata have you seen (y/n)? The king sent someone to check if she is in the palace." - "The princess seems to have been here recently, looking at all the things on the floor. I think she found what she was looking for and is on her way to the ceremony." You could cry at how lucky you are, because Anatol doesn't question the maid any further and leaves the room. Apparently the assumption of the maid is plausible for him but if he knew that you were in the closet and especially with a really lightly dressed man!

Oh dear… then all hell would break loose!

Relieved that Anatol left the room, you lean back relaxed... against Law's chest! As soon as your bare back touches his warm chest, you realize what, or rather who you are leaning against! You would like to jump out of the closet in one go, like a frightened cat but Law stops you by quickly wrapping his arms around you. You are startled by the sudden contact and inevitably make a slight squeak. Law quickly presses a hand over your mouth and presses you tightly to himself. The situation is very tense and apart from the fact that you are as red as a tomato, sweat is running down your forehead as you watch Agata, who is still in the room. Law's stature is so tense that he stretches you slightly, forcing you to let your head fall back a little and rest on his collarbone. Law on the other hand, ignores the steam coming out of your ears. You've never been as close to a man as you are right now! This is completely new and unexpected and makes you want to burst into flames.

Your luck has run out because Agata has apparently heard you and is looking across the room. She comes towards the wardrobe and opens them one by one to check what the noise was. The closet you are in is the last one in the row. Panicked, you look at Law, who still has one hand over your mouth and the other around you. This time he returns your gaze. His face more annoyed than panicked. He removes his hand from your mouth and brings his mouth closer to your ear.

"Hold on tightly" You don’t fully understand what he means. What should you hold on to? You stand in front of him stiff as a board... Should you hold on to him???!! You don't move one bit. A 'tztt' comes out squeezed between Law's teeth as he pulls you closer, his arm pressing lightly against your breasts. He whispers his 'Room' deeply, sending shivers down your spine because he's still so close to your ear and the already familiar dome surrounds you.

You don't even notice him saying anything else and the picture before your eyes becomes distorted. In a matter of seconds, your room suddenly surrounds you and the five who stayed in your room, jump back in surprise. You first have to process the fact that you are no longer in the closet but standing in front of the others in your own room. Everyone looks at you without saying a word when you realize why. Your back is still pressed tightly against Law, you're holding the cloak tightly with both hands and Law is holding his arms tightly around you again. The blood rushes to your head, you should get away from Law quickly, otherwise you could get brain damage...

urks, this is so embarrassing and in front of everyone!!

“Hey Law! What have you done to (y/n)!" An angry Sanji comes towards you. Law's hands leave your body and go up as he steps away from you.

"I only did what was necessary" - "Y-yes, yessss!.. He had to do it!" you react lightly embarrassed because that sounds a bit wrong.

"UH-uh, I mean he definitely didn't do anything bad!!!" You add, hiding your face in the cloak so Law and everyone else too, doesn't see the blush on your face. You wanted to disappear into thin air when you felt the cloak being taken away from you.

"The hour is almost over and I think we should go to the ceremony before you're late." You look up at him as he wraps his cloak around himself. The blush is still visible on your cheeks and Law scans your features; the only thing you can do is look into his gray eyes. Gray eyes, as stormy and hazy as the clouds when a storm blows over the sea. You stand straight and breathe in gently. You're already way too late so you have to pull yourself together now.

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Near the amphitheater the 'Odeon', the seven of you discuss in an alley where you will meet again when the ceremony is over. You don't want to let the six of them wander around, not because you don't trust them but because you don't have time to talk to your grandfather before the ceremony.

"I recommend that you sit at the top, the view is much nicer from there" you say kindly to Nami "I'm excited to see what the ceremony is like (y/n)!" - "The Odeon... I once read something about an ancient theater in a book. It was more of a children's book but the theater in this book had a similar name." Robin said with a thoughtful expression as she looked at the theater from the distance. Everyone's eyes followed hers. "I believe the name was Odeon of Herode-.." - "..Herodes Atticus?" you finished her sentence. They all quickly looked at you because of your words and Robin nodded at you "That's exactly what the name was" her eyes sparkled slightly "It's interesting that the theaters have the same name... The history of the theater is quite romantic. If you like I'll tell you later what the story is." You offer to her. The story has been told for generations and serves as a symbol of love and endless devotion to a special person.

Author here :3 ; If you want to you should look it up because the 'Odeon of Herodes Atticus' is a real thing! And yeees, the theater is a inspiration for the theater in this story hehe.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she giggles into her hand.

"Tell me (y/n)...who is Heraia anyway?" You flinch at Nami's question, which doesn't go unnoticed in front of the group. Silence. The only thing that can be heard is Sanji blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey Princess, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to." Zoro says casually and unexpectedly wisely. Nami an Ussop nod wildly in confirmation "No, no, it's all good. It's just strange to tell someone. In Tanata everyone knows who Heraia was but you can't know." You give them a half forced smile;

"Heraia was our esteemed queen and my beloved mother but she died 10 years ago, hence the memorial day." You finish your sentence in a rather quiet voice.

"I'm very sorry (y/n)" Because of her sad eyes you can't help but hug her "It's okay. It's been a long time and the only tears that should be shed today are tears of Joy, because she lived... no matter how long. It is not the anniversary of her death. We remember and celebrate her birthday today."

"How beautiful!" Nami's eyes fill with tears as she hears your words. You feel a single tear running down your own cheek and you share a soulful hug while the others' faces go from stern expressions to deep grins. You and Nami collect yourself briefly and you look at the others with determination.

"Let's celebrate my mother's birthday!"

After the words you say goodbye to each other and the group make their way to the audience seats while you use a separate entrance to get behind the theater stage.

With quick steps you almost run down the floor to get to the stage. You hold your magnificent ceremonial robe in your hands so that you don't stumble because you don't have much time left. The orchestra played the final notes of their symphony and the audience cheered and called for an encore. The king will soon appear on stage again and give a short speech about the former queen. Right when he comes on stage you have to be at his side so you quicken your pace. At the side of the stage you see your grandfather with his back to you, his arms crossed in front of him and facing the orchestra. Once again they played a wonderful song. Every year they come up with something new that Mom would definitely love.

You breathe deeply through your nose and out of your mouth… The little sprint you just did increases your stage fright. Even if you're used to standing in front of large crowds at festivals, you're a little nervous today. You shake your head and silently join your grandfather as the orchestra gradually leaves the stage. There shouldn't be anything to worry about… Not only are you a public figure as a princess, you are also the only priestess of Tanata. You are a holy princess and are used to making appearances in front of people. Furthermore, the people of Tanata are all friendly people and the royal family has always had close ties to their people. You are all more like family than just people and royalty.

Your eyes follow the musicians as they clear their chairs from the floor and the theater workers prepare the altar. You see a small part of the audience from your spot but you haven't spotted your new friends yet.

"You're late (y/n). What a shame that you missed the symphony, you would have really enjoyed the performance. Callistus has once again outdone himself with this piece." Your grandfather's gaze doesn't leave the stage as he speaks to you, but you don't avert your gaze as you answer him either. "I'm reaaaaally, really sorry that I'm so late. Something came up and that's why I'm sooo late." He looks at you sideways with one eye and hums thoughtfully. "Normally I could say everything is as usual, but you were never late for your mother's memorial day. You always watched the play and listened to the symphony. So tell me what happened to you that made you not be on time today." Grandfather's big words make you small. He's right. It is typical for me that I am late for many public and private appearances, but never for my mother's memorial day. Never. And yet I only showed up for the ceremony today.

I actually missed everything. I didn't see what kind of performance one of my best friends put on in the play and couldn't applaud Callistus for his masterpiece. They've been preparing for a long time and I really intended to be there... but the situation is just so... so complicated. Your hesitation causes your grandfather to become skeptical. You feel his gaze burning on your face. You nervously look up at him sideways and give him a little anxious smile.

"I would like to explain this to you after the ceremony in the castle. At dinner?" - "So there's a lot to tell?" He raises an eyebrow. As wise as ever... Does he see through you? You don't know what he's thinking and it's hard for you to see where you stand with him. He's undoubtedly a great grandfather, but when he stands in front of you as a king, like right now, you always feel a bit like you're being targeted. He's not strict but it feels like he knows everything... or rather guesses? Damn old man!

“Maybe so,” you answer him vaguely. You don't want to give him more information so he can't make any conclusions and you quickly look away from him. It's just stupid that, it's exactly this short and curt manner about you that makes your grandfather more suspicious. You would have preferred to think of something first, but everything was so hectic that you didn't have the time to come up with anything. All you thought about was that you needed to talk to him quickly...hopefully he wouldn't let anyone follow you when the ceremony was over. If his spies see you with the strangers, things will be more complicated than they need to be.

"I understand. Let's talk at dinner, my child." Your grandfather offers you his arm and you hang onto him with a pout. "Grandpa, I'm not a child anymore!" you whine, LIKE A CHILD! This makes your grandfather laugh "You will always be my little angel (y/n)." He hums with a laugh and breaks away from you briefly to pat your head. You're still so small to him. You hook your arm around him again and wait for him to make the first move.

"It's time." Slowly, your grandfather moves forward with you at his side. As you come into view of the audience, the residents cheer. They praise the king and glorify the holy princess. You give them a bright smile as you and your grandfather walk elegantly to the altar. Your grandfather proudly waves to the crowd as they call your names.

Many friends among them came to celebrate Heraia's birthday with you. You excitedly wave to the familiar faces, friends, teachers and children from the city. You spot your best friend Thalia down by the seats with a few other friends. You light up at the sight of her and wave to her. She returns your gesture and starts giving you signs. She points a finger first at you, then at herself, and makes a movement with her hand as if her hand were speaking. She looks a little serious, a little pouty and sad. Your heart sinks and you nod at her, a little sad and ashamed. She definitely want to talk to you and know why you weren't at her performance.

Your grandfather breaks away from you again and leads you to the altar with his arm behind your back. The cheering of the residents faded as the king raised his hand and when there was silence, he began to give his speech.

"Residents of Tanata, we have gathered here today to present our gift to our beloved Heraia." You look through the crowd again as your grandfather speaks, looking for the pirates. Did they follow your advice and take a seat in the top row? Right in the middle you can see a spotted hat. Law's spotted hat! Next to him are the others who happily wave at you. You decide not to wave back and turn your attention to the king's speech.

"The moment is almost here but before that happens, I'll hand over the word to our holy priestess (y/n)" He finishes his sentence and points to you. All the attention is on you as you nobly stretch your arms out into the air and look up at the sky.

"May the gods forgive us for interrupting the flow of time. May they have mercy because the reason for this breaking of the rules has no evil background." As you speak the first words the clouds disappear. A true natural miracle takes place above the ancient theater. The light in the sky changes rapidly while the clouds move at an unnatural pace. After a while of the magnificent play of lights, the clear sky can now be seen with the setting sun. The highlight and end of the ceremony is the sunset that Haraia loved so much.

"If we were to look for souls in nature, then we would find the soul of our former queen in the afterglow of the sunset. She would dwell in the eternal red of the sunset and enjoy the moment before the sun lets its last rays shine over the world." Slowly, some strands of your hair turn in to a pure white and you lower your hands and wait intently for the moment when the red appears as intense as possible in the sky above you. You take in your breath one last time and say the word “Freeze” as you breathe out. The entire evening sky freezes. A silent and endless image of the evening glow appears before everyone's eyes. An intense and warm red with an orange shimmer gathers across the scene, which delicately grades into violet and pink tones.

With the sun almost gone below the horizon, people admire and enjoy the natural spectacle to the fullest. A sight so beautiful that it brings tears to your eyes. You notice that your strength is leaving you a little faster today. You were actually aware of that because you had to give up a lot of your energy when healing Luffy and stopping time for the sky is one of the secret techniques and requires even more energy than most techniques. A technique you've used for the second time today! After some more minutes, you put your hands on your chest and dissolve the freeze. Standing at the altar, you begin to light a candle in a paper lantern. A red sun is drawn on the lantern and with it in your hand you walk towards your grandfather, who was standing at the side of the altar. You share a very intimate and familial moment before turning to the audience.

"I, Leandros King of Tanata's, hereby mark the end of the ceremony and move on to the final part of Heraia's memorial day." Your grandfather takes you by the hand and together you take a few steps in front of the altar. Some people light their candles and lanterns and stand there. Together you all let the lantern rise into the blurry pink sky.

“Happy birthday mother.” You whisper quietly in a heavy voice.

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[elw00woo]

Saw your prompt thing and 👉👈 how would you feel about Lithromantic!Sanji and Aromantic!Zoro QPR? I have ideas. Like. So many. I gnaw on this dynamic.

Just. Sanji who loves to love. He's romantic and passionate, but as soon as someone reciprocates it all starts tasting rotten in his mouth. That's why he expresses his love for women that he knows he'll never see again. There's no possibility of it going anywhere. Falling in love with Zoro was... Unprecedented. And maybe he's not sure how the guy would take his feelings, but not wanting to make him genuinely uncomfortable.

And Zoro who just kinda. Doesn't mind the attention. Sanji is not as slick as he thinks he is, he just loves so openly that trying to squash it when it's for Zoro is impossible. But Zoro worries one day it won't be enough to be loved at a distance and Sanji is going to ask for more than Zoro can give him. He's worried his lack of feelings will ruin the relationship they already have.

I could. go I for so long. I would love you forever if you wrote something with this that didn't end with them getting together or with unrequited love being a curse/sad thing.

I hope this is what you had in mind, @the-sprog ! This was double hard for me, as I have never written something relationship centric + didn’t know lithromanticism was a thing.

I do like the dynamic though and think that this label probably fits Sanji very well!

Zeff used to say he was a big bag of love, filled to the brim, overflowing. Sanji couldn’t say that was wrong, exactly. He fell in love all the time, one person at a time, and mostly people he knew would never love him back.

Loving women was easy. It was what everyone expected him to do and he was all too willing to give. It was well enough for him that Nami-swan and Robin-chan would never love him back. They were beautiful and brilliant and he wanted to give them all the love and adoration they deserved. So he gave them: his cooking, every meal and snack and drink that they could wish for; gifts of flowers and jewelry, clothes and books, anything they would ask for; his attention and gratitude and love and adoration.

And there was nothing he wanted in return.

He had a friendship once with the daughter of one of Zeff’s cooks. She had the most brilliant red hair and big brown doe eyes and Sanji’s heart had been lost on her the moment they met. She had been kind to him as they played. And he had treated her the same as he treats women now. He had given her compliments and enjoyed her company, he felt himself fall head over heels. And then she had told him she liked him, asked him to be girlfriend-boyfriend. And he… stopped. Suddenly his heart wasn’t in it, he no longer felt as he had before, felt dread at the idea of what she expected him to give her now. He felt angry somehow, betrayed by his body and her with no chance of understanding why.

She and her parents had left the baratie soon after and he never got to apologize. Zeff still called her his little girlfriend, leaving him a flustered mess unable to put words to his emotions.

He had it figured out by now, accepting that he wasn't able or willing to give others what they expected of romantic relationships and completely satisfied with simply the pre-stages of the whole affair. The wooing and seducing and flirting. He loved it, loved the hints of romance, the vent to his overflowing abundance of love.

And then came Zoro.

The brute, Zoro. The angry masochistic and self-sacrificing idiot of a man. Zoro, who showered once a week and smelled accordingly. Who never complimented his food and took everything for granted.

Zoro, who protected his crew with all he had and never backed down from a fight. Zoro, who was one of the strongest people he’d ever known and who didn’t think of him as weak. Who respected him as an equal. The man who cared so much about Chopper and was good with kids. Luffy’s first mate, who saw him for what he was (the future goddamn pirate king) before anyone else did. And who always cleaned his plate, simply because he knows that it means a lot to Sanji.

How could he not fall for him?

He tried to play it down, keep it a secret. He knew the man had about as much romance in his bones as a dead fish, so Sanji wasn’t going to lie to himself about this.

He caught himself making three snacks instead of two and unwillingly brought the third plate up to the crow’s nest, where Zoro was working out. Sweaty, smelly, and glistening in the late afternoon sun.

“What’s that?” He grunted between reps, putting the weights down with a heavy clunk.

“Just a snack. You’ve been up here a while and your body needs nutrition with all the energy you’re using.” He put the plate and a bottle of water down. “You also need to stay hydrated.”

“Whatever.”

Yeah, Sanji supposed, whatever.

“Don’t get used to it.” And with that, he left.

Sanji wished it had stayed at this one slip-up, but instead, he found himself with three extra treats instead of two more often than not and the others have started to notice.

“You’ve been buying more Sake, Sanji-kun.”

Sanji felt himself freeze, knew his face was bright red, and knew he had to react quickly. “Well, you see-“

“Zoro has been getting a lot of free passes, lately.”

“Uhm-“

Mellorine, lovely mellorine PLEASE shut the fuck up. He wanted to bury his head in the sand, or better yet, explode it in the oven.

“Please don’t say more…”

She stayed quiet and came up beside him, where he tried very hard to keep his hands busy at the stove, unwilling to see the look on her perfect little face.

“Sanji… do you you like him?” What does he even say to that? Of course, he liked him, he adored him. He wanted to bury himself beneath his skin and never leave. “He’s okay.” She just smiled.

“You’re not being sly. Give him some credit, he isn’t always as dumb as he looks, okay?”

And with that, she left, but not before stopping in the doorway to the galley and turning around again. Sanji readied himself for her words of wisdom, advice that would surely help him cope.

“Oh, and Sanji-kun… stop wasting money on things we don’t need.”

Perhaps Dinner was mostly Zoro’s favorite food. Maybe it was accidentally, maybe it was deliberate. Sanji wouldn’t tell.

He watched him closely as he ate. He never said outright whether he liked something or gave an indication when he disliked something, but there were small things that Sanji had noticed.

He talked less when he really enjoyed his food. Sometimes he would stop and take a sip of his sake and when the different tastes of his food and drink mixed, he would close his eyes and hum quietly, gently, enjoying the luxurious tastes as Sanji had intended. Sanji kept a mental note of every time this happened.

Zoro stayed after dinner and stared him down.

“What is it, marimo? Can’t find the way out?”

But Zoro just shrugged and reached for the dish towel and started drying the plates he cleaned. It made his heart clench in his chest.

They stayed like this for twenty minutes, in companionable quiet, Sanji basking in his attention.

And then Zoro broke it. “You’re courting me.”

It took all his willpower not to break the plate he was holding. “No!” He heard the high pitch in his voice and decided to deny it vehemently if it should ever come up again. “Calm down, cook. You’re not making it a secret.” Sanji should really work on this.

“Never mind. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t mind? Don’t get me wrong if you start calling me stupid stuff like marimo-swan I will cut you, but…” It was his turn to blush and Sanji had to hold himself back.

“You like being pampered?”

“Don’t call it that!”

But the blush remained and neither looked away.

“I don’t like relationships. I’m not planning on spending all my time with you or doing your romantic shit… I like my freedom and I want to concentrate on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman. I don’t want love and relationships, but I do like…”

He likes me.

Sanji felt his own excitement at the thing Zoro seemed to be proposing and it fit him just right.

“In return, I’ll have your back.”

You already do, you dumb oaf. He wanted to say but kept his mouth shut because he understood that this was the best he had to offer - his blades, his protection.

Shit, it was really easy to love that man.

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[kinnporsche]

and i’m back with another kinn & porsche rec list because i just can’t stop apparently! like the others, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to help spread the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). also, it’s been over a year since this show grabbed me by the balls and it honestly doesn’t seem like it’s letting go any time soon! so, to all of the fic writers out there, i basically owe you my firstborn for continuing to sate my unending thirst for kp content. anyway, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love, because they deserve it! [part 5/?]

— bad bet by luckydragon – explicit / 190.7k words

The buyers who are coming to the auction today are from all over the world, according to the loud, pompous host. The host tells Porsche that he should be grateful for this opportunity.

They put jewelry on him. They cover a bruise with makeup. They tell him where to go and where to stand, and then he waits. He doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight it. He never fights unless he’s told to.

(Or: Kinn and Porsche first encounter each other at a very exclusive, very high-end auction. They end up having to flee the scene.)

— a stacked deck by patterpea – explicit / 99.8k words (wip)

After being shot in the head, Porsche found himself waking up a week before his and Kinn’s showdown in the back alley. With more information on the family he would choose to protect and the man he fell in love with, things may be easier this time around.

(Knowing his luck, probably not.)

— i gave a second chance to cupid by haeseolar – explicit / 61.2k words

Kinn doesn’t think much of it when his class is one minute late, but as the clock ticks over to ten past the hour, he starts getting suspicious. It’s normal for classes to overrun every so often. Hell, he’s even done it before—however, they’re never usually this late in arriving. He pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as they’ve gradually slid down while he was staring at the worksheets on his desk.

He sighs, glancing nervously at the clock on the wall. Two minutes, he promises himself, and then he’ll go figure out where the hell his class has disappeared off to.

— the less i know the better by mslunita – explicit / 45.1k words

“Well, then. Kinn.” Porsche’s voice saying his name sounds simultaneously like a threat and the promise of a good, good time. It doesn’t help that the bartender is leaning in towards his ear, his breath tickling the edge. “I don’t want you dead.”

“No?”

“No,” Porsche repeats back to him. He unexpectedly drops a kiss just below the ear he’s been whispering in, causing Kinn to shiver.

“I just want you naked.”

(Or: A bored Kinn joins Tinder in hopes of getting his rocks off with a different kind of guy. A very flirty and very bratty Porsche challenges him in just the right way.)

— smoke and raindrops ‘series by nuwildcat – explicit / 41.7k words

Taking a break in the back of Hum Bar shouldn’t have been what brought a vampire into Porsche’s life, but he’s always had shit luck. This vampire in particular is sticking around, and not just for the cocktails.

— beneath black sails by ahdriking – explicit / 31.8k words

Long ago, Porsche’s mother had left in search of a dream, never to return. Following in her footsteps, Porsche sets sail for the West Indies, nothing but a map in his pocket and hope in his heart to make a better life for himself and his brother.

And then his ship is attacked by pirates.

— heir apparent by achray – mature / 22.4k words (wip)

“Consequently, I have decided to make you my heir,” Korn says.

— what stays and what fades away by kurtstiel – explicit / 17.6k words

“You can show me how sorry you are.” Kinn puts the glass down on a nearby table. “Get on the bed.”

Porsche hesitates. He didn’t think this was the direction that Kinn would go in and it confuses him, coming now as it does with Kinn looking at him expectantly, no sign of the sorrow that’s haunted him for a week, like he’s finally come to a decision.

“Get on the bed,” Kinn repeats, arms crossed. “Take off your clothes.”

(Or: Porsche broke Kinn’s trust on the night he left to meet Vegas. Kinn comes up with a way for Porsche to earn that trust again.)

— mutatis mutandis by zipperbiter – explicit / 10.9k words

“Let me tell you something, Kinn.” Porsche murmured, sounding almost haughtily well-composed, reaching up with his opposite hand. He dragged his thumb across Kinn’s lower lip, pulling it down softly, observing the arousal in his expression as his boyfriend receptively opened his mouth a little further. “With me, you don’t take the power in the bedroom. I give it to you.”

(Or: During lunch, Tankhun poses a question. Between Kinn and Porsche, who’s the dominant one in the bedroom? To spare their privacy, Porsche gives a vague response, implying that it’s more complicated than it just being one of them. Kinn makes the mistake of snickering, and Porsche realizes it’s time to humble him.)

— love and violence by thewayside – explicit / 9.4k words

Love and violence have always been bedfellows for Kinn. Down to how his first proper relationship ended in a pool of blood. Porsche’s beauty might have drawn him in, but he knows in his gut that he met someone in kind that first night, blood coursing through their veins as the fight ended and Porsche led him onto a bike to a road he barely knew.

— more by rebellconquerer – explicit / 6.8k words

Porsche looks up at him, still holding Kim in the headlock through his continued struggles, and grins, split lip no longer bleeding but swollen, his sinful mouth red and flushed but teeth no longer framed with blood. His entire expression drips with an arrogance that makes Porsche seem wild, sparking like a live wire left on the ground, the electricity charging the air around him. It sets Kinn alight. He wants to push nearer to that thrumming energy until he can feel the static running along his teeth, threatening a shock that would have him moaning in pleasure-pain.

(Or: Kim and Porsche decide to work off their Chay-inspired anxiety by sparring publicly. Kinn has done nothing to deserve this.)

— you’re the heat that i know by fortunehasgivenup – explicit / 5.6k words

Kinn hasn’t slept in the same bed as Porsche in three days, and an apologetic phone call from Porsche an hour earlier had informed him that wouldn’t be changing tonight unless he took matters into his own hands.

So he does just that, going to the minor family’s house, only to find Porsche taking care of some business. Kinn decides that perhaps tonight he’d like things to go a different way.

— an indentation in the shape of you by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.1k words

Kinn can’t stop staring at the mark under his hand, the proof that he’s had Porsche. His stomach is burning with a strange fire, an all-encompassing heat, like a star burning up. He presses on the bruise, and Porsche jumps. When Kinn looks up he sees the same fire roaring to life in Porsche’s eyes; his pupils are blown wide-open, his pretty lips parted.

Kinn smiles slowly, pressing down more purposefully. Porsche’s chest rises and falls hard and fast as his breathing speeds up. He likes this. “I could’ve been marking you up the whole time,” Kinn muses.

(Or: Kinn finds out Porsche bruises easily, and he takes the chance to leave his mark on him.)

— i can’t stop and look the other way by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 3.1k words

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Porsche confesses, panting.

Kinn scrapes his teeth against Porsche’s pulse point. “One of these days, I won’t. You know that.”

Porsche shuts his eyes, heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah. I’ve heard that before.”

— sweet by theninjacat – explicit / 1.6k words

There’s a bead of sweat dripping down Kinn’s temple. That’s all Porsche can focus on as he sinks down onto Kinn.

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[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Not to switch pirate fandoms for a sec (I know ofmd has been the focus lately as it deserves to be), but I rewatched "Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl" and I noticed some stuff I wanted to analyze a bit.

One of the things I love about Captain Jack Sparrow, especially in the first film, is how attached he is to "his affects."

The hat, the sword, the compass, the gun with one shot, the beads in his hair, the rings, the eyeliner, the bandana. Some of these have actual uses and are important to the plot, but so much of his look is simply for his look, and with how much value he places on them, one could find implication that they are also, in fact, part of his identity.

Like, how much of what he has, does Jack keep because he likes how it looks on him or because he found some sort of significance to it in terms of how it makes him feel?

It makes me think of queer culture, or actually most if not any cultures, because most people in general have some sort of meaning behind their looks whether the meaning comes from traditions upheld, fitting into the society around you, NOT fitting in to the society around you, showing where you come from, showing the parts of yourself that are not easy to communicate or that are simply invisible if you don't put something in your appearance to make it visible.

For so many people, our appearance is tied to our identity to a variety of depths. The reason I singled out queer culture, specifically, is partly because that's what I think of most often when it comes to how I want to present myself each day. Because of this, I know that deciding things like whether to wear binders or bras, whether to cuff your jeans, paint your nails a certain way, cut your nails, have your hair short or long, etc., while all being ways or having been ways for queer people to signal to each other that they are part of the lgbtq+ community, are also just a few examples of ways that people experiment with their looks to find what makes them feel the most like themselves. To feel like they know themselves more. To feel like they aren't hiding anymore.

But, like I said, it doesn't have to mean that looking a certain way means you are a part of any one community. There are plenty parts of my own look that I don't really have an explanation or meaning behind at all, at least not one I can put into words.

Your identity is more than just x number of things. It's more than a list of groups you're in or facts about yourself. I personally wouldn't call it a list at all. But being queer can still be such a huge part of your identity, and being able to show it is so important.

"How does this tie to pirates again?'

Ah yes, I had a point, didn't I?

I don't really know any facts about what actual pirate culture was like, so I want to make a disclaimer that here, I am mainly talking about 'pirate culture' as the sort you find in media: movies, TV series, books, social media, etc. Pirate core is a fairly popular thing and my point is centered around how I think that's greatly because in pirate stories and maybe some history, a lot of the aesthetic are things like great hats, swords, jewelry, and other things that make you feel like your most badass self.

I love that part in one of the last scenes of "Curse of the Black Pearl," where Jack compliments Will's hat. You know the big one with the feather that looks suspiciously like a pirate hat? And then, remember how Will immediately smiles about it? I know that smile so well. It's the same exact one I get whenever someone compliments something that I wore just because I liked it, and it felt right to wear it for myself.

This is such a big deal to me from a story-telling and character development angle as well because at the beginning of the film, Will hates everything to do with pirates and is deeply offended at any implication that he is or could be so much as associated with a pirate. Then, throughout the movie, he discovers he's the son of a pirate, he finds that he acts a lot like one. See the scene where he and Jack try to sneak up on Barbosa's crew and save Elizabeth and Jack tells him all the ways his actions scream "pirate." "Busted a man out of jail," "completely obsessed with treasure," etc.

To me, that sounds a lot like many an LGBTQ+ person's journey to growing and/or busting their way out of the closet. Will is discovering more about his identity.

And by the end of the movie, he wears that fabulous hat, which, yes, marks him as a pirate (which is likely the main reason Jack commented on it. I like to think it was an "I see you" moment,) but more importantly, it shows that Will has at least started embracing who he is.

Not to mention Elizabeth. She always loved anything to do with pirates. She had her home attacked by pirates, and her plan to save her home happened to include getting aboard a real-life pirate ship surrounded by real-life pirates? I know her story throughout the movies could have been so much better. I really could go on for ages about it. But despite people like her father and Norrington urging her to stay away from pirate life, and the writers passing up a lot of the opportunities she had to become more of a pirate and therefore more of herself... Despite this, she still leads crews into battle, devises plans as a Captain would, and even becomes the motherfucking Pirate King. She has always known who she was, even if her creators and many of her fellow characters tried to hide it or take it away from her.

I also have to mention the scene where Elizabeth and Jack are drinking on the beach. Jack is talking about the song he'll get the whole crew to sing once he's Captain again. Elizabeth tries to appeal to his pride (pardon the pun) by saying he will be "the most fearsome pirate." When she says this, Jack pauses. He doesn't shoot down the idea, but he does clarify that what is important to him is the Pearl, but not just because it's a vessel and a powerful tool to have at sea. That's not all the Pearl is to him. "What the Pearl is... What the Black Pearl really is... is Freedom."

Throughout all the movies, we see Jack let people think he's after power, and he may take whatever power he falls upon, but ultimately, that isn't his goal. That isn't what he's truly living for. He wants a life at sea, where he can do as he pleases, live by his own rules, and be who he is. Because the sea is a part of who he is. The Black Pearl is a part of who his, just like his hat, rings, eyeliner, and everything else. Whenever these things are taken and kept from him, he is captured. He is not free. Then, when he is free again, he always comes back for these things because they all represent freedom. And they represent freedom because so long as he has these things, he is free to be himself.

All this is really just to say that I love this movie so much, and I love pirate stuff so much because, like Captain Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, and eventually Will Turner, I know myself and will do everything I can to not have that taken away from me. And I believe everyone has the right to know themselves and not have it taken away from them either. We all deserve to know ourselves and know freedom at the same time without fear.

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #elizabeth swann #will turner #lgbtq+ #queer #queer analysis

[imhenritz]

Giving him the love he deserves (Sanji x Reader) Part 4- Ending

Note: Reader is still Mc (Main Character), but I made it sound like it’s a name! I’m still too lazy to think of a real name. Forgive me!

The prompt for the story is: “The reader gets sucked into One Piece after wishing that someone would love Sanji like he is supposed to be loved, as nobody has given him a chance. She would love to give him that chance if only she could. One time, she was in her room, falling asleep while recording her voice for a cover request sent to her. When she woke up, she found herself in a boat floating, wearing pieces of jewelry fit for nobility. Her neck, ears, and bracelets were all glittering in the darkness.” Part 4 under the cut.  Part 1,  Part 2, and Part 3 are here!

Amidst the ruins of Arlong Park, the Straw Hat Pirates stood victorious, their figures illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. Luffy had triumphed over the formidable Arlong, and the fishmen who once terrorized Nami's village were now subdued and defeated. Nami's eyes shimmered with unshed tears of relief and gratitude as she rushed towards her saviors, her embrace tight and heartfelt.

"You guys did it! You saved my village!" Nami's voice cracked with emotion, her gaze moving from one crew member to another, her gratitude overflowing.

Usopp, grinned proudly, puffing his chest out. "We're the Straw Hat Pirates, after all! Saving villages is what we do best!"

Zoro offered a rare, approving nod. His injuries might have slowed him down, but the genuine gratitude in Nami's eyes lifted his spirits. “Not like we got a choice, you’re one of us,” he grunted, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Nami turned to Mc, her eyes softening with curiosity and affection. "And Mc, your voice! How did you manage to put the fishmen in a daze like that? It was incredible!"

Mc smiled mysteriously, her eyes holding a depth of knowledge beyond her years. “I just figured out a few years ago when I arrived in this world,” she replied casually, though her gaze hinted at hidden mysteries.

Nami frowned, puzzled by Mc's cryptic response. "Your world? What do you mean?"

Mc winked playfully. "I promise, I'll tell you all about it sometime. Oh, and by the way, nice choice on the new tattoo design. It suits you perfectly." Nami's jaw practically hit the floor in shock. It was as if Mc had read her mind.

As the crew basked in the glory of their victory, a sudden, ominous presence cast a shadow over them. Garp, the legendary Marine Vice Admiral, appeared before them, his stern gaze fixed on the Straw Hat Pirates. Panic rippled through the crew. Luffy's carefree expression turned serious, and even Zoro, in his injured state, straightened up, ready for a fight.

Mc's head was spinning, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. This wasn't how the story was supposed to go. She muttered under her breath, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. "This isn't right. This isn't how it happened in the story!"

Sanji, standing beside her, sensed her distress. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "What do you mean, Darling? What's bothering you?"

She shook her head, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I... I know these events. I've read about them, watched them, but this... Garp shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be facing this threat now. It’s way too soon!”

Sanji's brow furrowed with concern. He pulled her close, his voice low and soothing. "Well, we've faced worse, haven't we? We'll get through this, just like we always do."

But Mc was hyperventilating, her panic rising. “You don’t understand, love. This skipped a whole lot of volumes. Oh god, it’s my fault being here.”

Sanji's eyes softened with worry. "Darling, don't say that. We'll find a way out of this."

Luffy, overhearing their conversation, chimed in with his usual confidence. “You don’t have to know everything! It won’t be fun that way, Mc!”

Nami, ever the strategic thinker, started considering their options. "We can't take on Garp directly, especially with Zoro injured. We need a plan, something that will let us escape without a fight."

Mc, brought back from her spiral of anxiety by Sanji's comforting kiss on her forehead, chimed in, her voice steady. “Fighting is not going to be an option ever. Garp is way too strong.”

Usopp, his eyes wide with fear, added, "What about the Going Merry? We can escape by sea!"

Nami nodded in agreement. "Good thinking, Usopp! Let's head back to the ship. Mc, can you use your powers to keep the marines subdued while we make our escape?"

Mc nodded, her confidence returning with Sanji's reassuring presence. "Of course. I'll do my best to buy us some time. Let's get back to the ship, everyone. We'll figure this out together." When they turned, the Marines and Garp were there. The plan failed from the start.

—

Amidst the fading twilight, Garp's unexpected decision hung heavy in the air. The tension that gripped the Straw Hat Pirates began to dissipate like a storm giving way to a calm sea. Mc, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, felt Garp's eyes on her, as if he had sensed the secrets she carried within her.

With the weight of Luffy's stubborn determination, Garp's formidable presence, and the unspoken words that passed between them, the crew found themselves in a surreal moment of silence. Garp, after a fierce clash with Luffy, had somehow been convinced to let them go. The focus of his rage shifted from the Straw Hat crew to the real enemy: Arlong and his vile pirates.

As the dust settled, the crew found themselves forced into a celebration. Cocoyashi Village, once under the oppressive rule of Arlong, was finally free. The nearby villages joined in the festivities, their gratitude palpable in the air. And amidst the joyous atmosphere, Sanji, the ever-chivalrous cook of the crew, took it upon himself to prepare a feast for the liberated villagers.

—

In the heart of the village, amidst the aromatic melodies of sizzling ingredients and the harmonious clatter of pots and pans, Sanji's hands moved with the grace of a seasoned artist. Each movement was deliberate, each touch purposeful, transforming humble ingredients into culinary masterpieces. The village itself seemed to come alive with the symphony of their movements, a dance orchestrated by Sanji's culinary expertise and Mc's careful serving, her every glance and touch laden with affection.

"You know, you never really taught me how to cook, Ji," Mc mused, her tone playful as she watched Sanji work his magic.

Sanji, the ever-charming cook, smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You never asked. You just kept watching me. Not that I don’t love that."

With determination in her eyes, Mc nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, give me recipes and I’ll try!"

Sanji's brow furrowed in mock seriousness, "I don’t know about sharing my recipes," he teased, his tone laced with feigned reluctance.

"But you just told me it’s because I never asked!" Mc countered, a playful pout forming on her lips.

A mischievous glint entered Sanji's eyes, and he couldn't resist a playful challenge. "Well, I suppose I can be talked into offering private lessons," he said, his voice lowering seductively, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Oh, I’d love some private lessons," Mc responded with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with amusement, fully aware of the effect she had on her flirtatious lover.

Around them, the villagers observed and interpreted them as signs of a budding romance. Whispers floated through the air like leaves carried by a gentle breeze, their voices barely audible but charged with excitement.

"Hey, lad! You ought to make her your girlfriend! She's smitten with you!" one villager teased, nudging his companion with a knowing grin, his voice intentionally loud enough for the couple to hear.

Sanji, his usual suave demeanor undisturbed, responded with a chuckle that danced through the kitchen like music. "Way ahead of you! She's already agreed to be my wife," he announced, his voice a velvety blend of confidence and charm that sent a ripple of amused laughter through the crowd.

The villagers shared knowing glances, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good for you, mate!" they chimed in, their voices a chorus of playful encouragement.

Caught off guard by his nonchalant yet audacious announcement, Mc felt her cheeks flush with a delightful mix of surprise and affection. She turned to him, her eyes wide with astonishment, her lips slightly parted as she searched for words amidst the lively banter of the villagers. "When did you propose?" she stammered, her voice a soft melody amidst the bustling sounds of the kitchen.

Sanji, his focus still on the pot he was stirring, shot her a quick, sidelong glance, his eyes smoldering with intensity. "You've racked up quite the debt with all the food I've been bribing you with," he replied, his tone teasing, yet laden with a depth of emotion that only she could decipher. And then, with a flirtatious wink that set her heart aflutter, he added, "I remember vividly you said you don’t mind and I’ve kept my end of the bargain."

A gasp of delight escaped Mc's lips, her heart skipping a beat at his words. His confidence, his unwavering certainty, and the promise in his eyes stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. "You remembered!" she exclaimed with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with affection, marveling at his ability to recall the very words she had spoken when she asked him to take her out on the date. With a playful wink, it sent Mc down memory lane. He added, “I planned on keeping you with me forever right there and then. Didn’t know you were going to ask me to take you out on a date. But I’m not complaining that just pushed the plan along.”

“Planned it all along huh?” Mc playfully teased.

"Why do you think you are getting so much expensive food and snacks that last for years?" Sanji playfully questioned, his voice a low, intimate murmur, his gaze fixed on her, drowning in the depths of her eyes. "I'm holding on to that, just adding rings and all that."

In that moment, amidst the fragrant aroma of the feast he prepared, Mc felt a surge of overwhelming love. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their cocoon of affection and promise. "Fiancé it is, then!" she declared, her laughter bubbling with joy, sealing their unspoken vows with the sweet melody of her voice.

"As much as that sounds amazing," Sanji added, his voice laced with playful affection, "I’d rather have the husband title and call you my wife."

Mc huffed playfully, narrowing her eyes at him. "Oh yeah?"

"My endearment, darling, seems lonely," Sanji continued, his tone flirtatiously teasing. "Making it 'Darling Wife'... well, it just makes it better."

Mc shook her head, her eyes softening with affection, unable to hide her smile. "You never cease to amaze me, Ji." With a playful glint in her eyes, she added, "Husband it is, then."

Amidst the laughter of the village and the backdrop of the endless sea, Mc found herself lost in thought, her mind drifting back to the countless meals and snacks Sanji had fed her over the years. She couldn't help but marvel at the fact that despite the indulgence, she didn't gain a single pound.

"I assure you, my darling, you look as exquisite as ever," Sanji purred, his voice dripping with flirtatious innuendo. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he glanced at her appreciatively, a habitual flirtation that never seemed to fade.

"I just can’t believe I haven’t gained so much weight from all those delicious meals," Mc admitted, her tone a mixture of awe and amusement, her eyes narrowing playfully at Sanji.

Sanji's grin widened, his confidence unshakable. "I don't think you ever will," he replied, his words laced with a hint of arrogance and a lot of adoration.

"How can you be so sure?" Mc teased, raising an eyebrow in playful skepticism.

“You burn all those calories-" Sanji said matter-of-factly, his tone confident.

"Serving is exercise. Huh?"

"-With me at night," he added, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, his gaze smoldering with desire.

Mc gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson as she covered Sanji's mouth with her hand, a futile attempt to silence him. She glanced around, her eyes wide with embarrassment, but it was futile – the villagers nearby had overheard, and so had the rest of the crew, including Nami, who was trying her best not to burst into laughter.

"You know, I don’t know if I like the idea of a married couple on board," Nami teased playfully, her tone laden with amusement as she joined the banter, unable to resist the opportunity.

"Ah, madame, I assure you, we have mastered the art of silence," Sanji replied smoothly, his charm undiminished despite the situation. His eyes sparkled with mischief, fully aware of the effect he had on Mc.

"JI!" Mc exclaimed again, her embarrassment deepening, her eyes playfully narrowing at him.

"That's exactly how you gasped my name," Sanji retorted, his tone teasing, his gaze smoldering with affection and playful desire. He tapped his chin and grinned at his crewmate. “We also mastered stealth at this point.”

“Ji! We have been caught before!”

“I never said we have never been caught,” Sanji smirked. “We got better at it, didn’t we? People in Baratie think after getting caught we had stopped and have a chaste relationship. Little did they know-”

Zoro and Usopp shook their heads as Mc covered Sanji’s shameless mouth and he kissed her hand, reassuring her that's all the audience are getting.

She couldn't help but be flustered by Sanji's shameless flirting, even after all these years. But deep down, she cherished every moment of it, appreciating the unwavering affection he showered upon her.

The crew chuckled at their interaction, their camaraderie stronger than ever. In the midst of the lighthearted banter, their ship sailed forward, carrying the Straw Hat Pirates and their engaged couple, Mc and Sanji, towards new adventures, laughter, and the enduring warmth of love. The sea stretched out before them, endless and full of mysteries, just like the love that bloomed amidst the crew, a love as boundless and eternal as the ocean itself. ══════════════════

And that's a wrap for the series! 😊 From now on, I'll be sharing stories set before, during, and after the series – could all be standalone but connected to the series. I've got plenty up my sleeve! As a huge fan of established relationships and the crew's interactions, get ready!

Catch up on the series: Part 1,  Part 2, and Part 3, Check out the Masterlist too!

Stay tuned for more Future Fluffs aboard the Thousand Sunny, starring Mc and Sanji's adorable married life, and the Straw Hats joining in on the fun!

Don't miss out on the fluffs:

Breakfast in Sunny

Caught in Act

#OPLA SANJI #SANJI X READER #SANJI X READER FLUFF #ONE PIECE SANJI #SANJI #SANJI FLUFF #SANJI X YOU #BLACK LEG SANJI #LUFFY #RED LEG ZEFF #ZEFF #DRABBLE #ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION #ONE PICE #ONE PIECE FANFICTION #ONE PIECE FLUFF #ONE PIECE NETFLIX #OP LIVE ACTION #STRAW HAT PIRATES #BARATIE #AMANITA-THE-FAIRY #MARSILIS

[detective-and-dreamer]

Because someone - @capn-twitchery - made me think more about Emory's family, here's the basics before they show up in any further fics:

Roughly a decade after the fall of London, a girl in her late teens left Khan's Shadow. She loved her home and the urchins she had grown up alongside, but had no desire to spy or fight for anyone. Who cared about political allegiances when there were treasures out there to be stolen? Duels to be won? Epic zee-ztories to become a part of? No, she was going to become a pirate on her own terms and no one else's. This girl, Erdene, would go on to gain notoriety and become known as the Gilded Corsair.

Around the same time, two sailors of a similar age came to the Neath, chasing rumors of strange and thrilling sights. Aubrey Hayes, who would become the Exuberant Rogue, settled in easily, pleased that nobody questioned him saying he was a man. His friend, William Delaney (later known as the Taciturn Explorer), wanted to see everything these dark waters had to offer. They found work and started their new lives as zailors.

Before Erdene and Aubrey earned their titles, though, they met in an island's dockside tavern. They got into a friendly fight that turned into a one-night stand and parted ways; they would not cross paths again for over a year.

It eventually became clear that this night had had...consequences. Since Aubrey and Will had fooled around before, there was some concern the child might be his and much relief when it turned out otherwise. Will instead became an honorary uncle, helping out while Aubrey did his best to track down a girl he'd only met once. He figured she deserved to know, at least.

When they did meet again, Erdene could hardly deny Emory was hers; they were practically her spitting image. She was anxious and uncertain, but stepped up to do her best. Between all of them, they managed to raise Emory more or less effectively, though his upbringing and education were a bit unconventional. Over time, Aubrey and Erdene also realized that they did, in fact, get along very well. After a few years of this somewhat backwards courtship, they had a small but raucous wedding.

The Gilded Corsair's husband and their friend remained on her crew up until Emory was somewhere in his mid-20s. The Taciturn Explorer left them to join him on the Aegis for at least a few years, being interested in Lenora's expeditions which were focused more on knowledge than profit.

From time to time, Emory's parents show up, board his ship, and spend some time with the rest of their family. In turn, whenever Emory is away from London for a long period of time, he does his best to track them down for a visit.

Fun facts:

The Gilded Corsair is known as such because she is constantly dripping with jewelry. She has a reputation for being ruthless and strict, which is deserved, but she's not outright cruel or unpleasant. Treat her fairly and she'll do the same - for the most part. If you have something she really wants, not much is going to stop her from taking it.

The Exuberant Rogue loves duelling and sparring. If you befriend him, he'll almost always be eager to test your skills. The fish tattoo on his hip is for Emory, who he fondly refers to as "little fish."

The Taciturn Explorer may not enjoy long conversations (Aubrey befriended him mainly through persistence), but he'll warm up to you if you give him some new study materials. He was the one who taught Emory the majority of their navigational and cartographical skills.

#reference #The Gilded Corsair #The Exuberant Rogue #The Taciturn Explorer #anyway we joke about “plot relevant babies” but Emory is MY plot relevant baby

[newtabfics]

Hey! Heard you doing matchups soon, I'd like to do one please but I'm going to use my Tav if that's okay (my pfp)^^

Nixie Stormchapel is a mephistopheles tiefling, storm sorcerer. She was raised by her father who was a pirate captain. He died during a kraken attack when Nixie was 18, which she slayed, making her the new captain, her crew love and respect her greatly. She's 28 years old, 5'4, has lilac skin, long wavy auburn hair, black eyes with electric blue pupils but is missing her left eye so she wears an eyepatch and has a tooth gap that she's insecure about so when she laughs/smiles she covers it with her hand. Is bisexual, leans more towards men, digs nerds. She's under the chaotic neutral alignment so she isn't the best person, usually just does stuff for coin but has a strong belief that everyone deserves freedom and will willingly fight for it, she was known for freeing slaves in cargo ships before the tadpole incident. She's very charismatic, has the mouth of a sailor, has absolutely no manners but is pretty hygienic for a pirate, takes extra care of her hair, horns and nails. Her flaws consist of her drinking problem, she loves rum (Captain Jack Sparrow inspired but angsty), she is a completely different person when not drinking, sure she's still crude but isn't as loud or confident as she is when under the influence, which is majority of the time, she has a lot of stress from being a captain at such a young age, and now being a leader of the tadpole gang, it's a lot of pressure, she fears she'll get someone killed under her command and/or let her crew down. She knows it's a problem but doesn't have the motivation to stop. A lighthearted flaw she has is she's a bit of a hoarder, she loves shiny things and collecting all kinds of trinkets, so her camp tent is a total mess. She also has a habit burying said treasures but forgets where she buried them. Since she loves shiny things she loves jewelry, she's absolutely decked in it, has a ring on each finger, has necklaces hanging from her horns, the whole shebang. Nixie finds it difficult to fully trust people as both a tiefling and a pirate, but once she does trust someone she is extremely loyal and affectionate, her love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation, sharing her treasures and buttering up her loved ones are her jam. Her biggest fear is getting scurvy so she applies lemon into her daily diet, such as adding it to her food, her rum or just straight up eating it like one would an apple. She forces this habit on to her loved ones as well. In her free time she likes to read erotica, sing sea shanties, and in secret, enjoys baking. Has an animal companion, a raven named Loki, she loves him very much, they gossip together with the speak to animals spell, and he brings her back little trinkets he's found. Is best friends with Karlach and Astarion, has slept with Astarion once but they decided they're better off as besties.

Okay I done I wrote this late at night so sorry it bad lol, and long....😅Thank you!!!💕

Omg your Tav is ABSOLUTELY with Gale Dekarios! One-hundred percent!

Firstly: Pirate. We all know Gale's got a thing for strong partners.

Secondly: Loki. He would ADORE the raven and would be happy to have him meet Tara. Granted Tara would likely have some quips about him, but a well placed joke and jab later, those two are best friends.

Thirdly: Her history. Gods, Gale would be astounded by listening to Nixie's exploits. If there is ANYTHING that can still his tongue, it's listening to the history of the people around him. Nixie being the pirate who frees slaves and fights valiantly alongside him completely entrances him.

He would find the hoarding/burying treasure habit adorable. "You've got to be the worst pirate. Aren't you supposed to draw a map with a big red X to remember?" Is often scolded for that joke.

High-key does get jealous about Astarion at times. In fact, because of her relationship with Astarion, the two often come up with ploys to ensure she has Gale's full attention later on. Even though he complains about it, Astarion's just glad she's getting that good dick, ya know? She deserves it.

But when it comes to her insecurities, he's so patient and understanding. Man goes off on tangents to show how he understands what she's going through, telling stories to relate to her problem, but those stories mean everything to her.

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You guys want a Valentine's Match up? Tell me your personality or your OC's. All I ask is the fandom of choice. Cuz if you don't tell me I'm gonna pull anyone. >:3

#match-ups #fandom match-ups #bg3 match-up #bg3 #gale bg3 #ask me stuff #ask request

[svajonesblog]

A blessing to move on

Characters : hongjoong xfem!reader ,ateez ,y/n father

Tw: death of loved one angst comfort

This fic includes: pirate!AU

Walking on the dirt path , he couldn’t help but move a little faster out of excitement,its been so long since his seen y/n …his y/n , he came back with all types of goods for her from his last trip ,pearls , golden jewelry,dresses, he even sent mingi and yunho out late at night to get her some kind of medical herbs that she heard were really good for headaches that she mentioned to him , reaching the pond he heard the soft humming of a melody that the girl he was oh so desperately in love with always hummed , as he searched for her with his eyes he saw her dancing around in her dress,her white apron hugging her waist as she hung the clothes up to dry facing the sun, leaned against the tree watching her

after a minute or two he whistled two times watching as she hurriedly turned around taking a moment before their eyes met she jumped excitedly as she looked at him making her way home throwing her cloak on before she yelled at her father that she is going to the town for something and she would be home soon as she ran down the stairs into his arms

Okey little bit of a back story

y/n was her father only child after her mothers passed away she grew up away from the town living by a pond in the woods she was beautiful and smart she loved the nature and small things in life a perfect girl that deserved a perfect life! hongjoong on the other hand him and his crew were known for being the sea’s strongest pirates , see the difference? They knew y/ns dad will not expect even when his old and barely able walk if he finds out he will pack up and take her to another land away from everyone, she already got scolded enough because she was best friends with wooyoung a little kid who used to love to play in the woods that’s how he met you after a long time he told you he wanted to join a pirate crew and you being the sweetheart that you were sported him, he always had to come by before their trips to eat some of your homemade meals and until the boys tagged along exited to meet this “y/n” safe to you did a number on hongjoong he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were just perfect. You were raised to be respectful, kind , smart a jokester that’s what made him fall in love with you

Back to today:

“So how was it ?” Y/n asked as she played with his hair they were sitting under the tree in an open field a spot they discovered on one of their late night walks “ tiring as usual” he said in a tired tone as he started complaining about how loud and stressful It was it to take care of the boys on this particular trip , “we found an island which had rocks with rose quartz inside of them, and san when he saw them he was convinced that they were edible“ , y/n start giggling as she listened to him ,they always went on this amazing aventures which left her a little jealous ,something about y/n that people don’t know is that she wanted to be a pirate! she loved the idea of the sea and going on adventures , discovering new islands .Some of the maps on ATEEZ ship were hers , but she couldn’t …she had to take care of her father who was extremely sick and grew old. She needed to take care of him and he has no one except for her listening to her lover talk she didn’t realize she was zoned out until he nudged her. “Ma lady are you OK?” He said looking at her with concerned eyes “huh? Yeah I’m fine just thinking” she said giving him as a quick smile “No no something is clearly wrong. Talk to me what’s wrong? “ he asked clearly unsatisfied with the way She answered “well it’s my dad. I don’t get what gotten in to him but lately in the past month that you were gone ,he wouldn’t let me go anywhere he questions my every move. He wouldn’t let me out of the house only if it was extremely needed then he just holds my hand and sleeps or does anything else “ she said finally getting things off of her chest “wow .really ? I mean yeah I knew he was strict. but not this way. Well you mentioned he has been really sick lately. Do you think he just …you know ?wanted to spend more time with you because he’s dying?”it’s kind a messed up of him to say that, but it was true as she mentioned in her last letter doctor yumi can really do so much. Their land doesn’t have every medical herb out there ,”what no don’t say that I know my father is stronge and even if he was dying he would’ve said something you know how he promised me “and they dropped the subject and talked a little bit more before she had to go home realizing it was sunset by now ,once they were close enough, he handed her the bags that had the things he brought her kissed on the forehead and wished her a good night and he was on his way .

she quickly set the things in her room so her father wouldn’t see them. And went to check on him the moment that she opened the door. He looked at her and told her to come and sit. Surprisingly his tone was softer than usual, “yes father?”she said anxiety filling her throat “I know that you’re with hongjoong. I know that you love him and I know that he loves you too,and I want to tell you, that im really sorry that I had locked you away from people for so long I feel my time coming and i don’t want you to keep living in this hole anymore the second you Barry me I want you to forget me and move on don’t make the same mistake as mine after your mother was gone . I know that he is the only man that will keep you safe. I know you’ll be able to keep yourself safe as well. You are a beautifulyoung woman inside and out. I’m proud of you, so please tell him that he has my blessings,” She was shocked he knew?!of course he knew that’s why he has been acting like that the past month !! “father , I’m sorry I know that I went against your wishes but I love him and I promise you he is a good guy , please don’t say that I know you’re sick, but will find something, you’ll get better eventually” he gave her a weak smile and nodded and ask her to go make him dinner. YN made dinner and served her father , watched him taking his medicines and went to bed, then went to bed her self . Although She couldn’t help but feel like somethings going to happen.

Waking up the next morning ,she headed to town to buy something for breakfast, bread and milk freshly made jam and went back home, getting the table ready. She went in her father’s room.she walked in and shook him awake “father wake up”, no answer, she shook him again no answer . Shaking she put her hand on his heart panic got to her when she didn’t hear anything “father?father please wake up I got your favorite for breakfast…father …father please wake up don’t do this to me” as she starts to sob loudly she realizes what he meant by giving her that speech yesterday?!? he’s gone. Her father is dead. She ran to town to the doctor that was responsible for her father treatment people in town that knew her also came with Everybody was on horses. While she went running back home, funny enough she got there before anyone.after the doctor checked on him her father really had left her she let out one of the most pain cries the town has ever heard, realizing she was left alone she wanted to get it over with she didn’t want to disobey her fathers last wish she gathered her strength and asked for help carrying him outside. Her father always asked her if he ever was to die. He wants her to bury him under the big apple tree behind their house ,

slowly people start leaving being left alone she found herself thinking about her lover in the sad silence of her house ,she gathered everything that was important and left to the shore she walked through the forest. Her mind was empty trying so hard not to cry her feet finally hit the sand

mingi was the first one to see her “ Yo captain isn’t that y/n” he yelled as he watched you come closer and closer to the ship “what?! “ walking next to his friend couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you what are you doing Here? he quickly jumped off and ran to you the closer he got the more he realize something was off “ma lady why are you here? what’s going on? “ he felt you threw yourself into his arms and start bawling your eyes out , the boys watched from a far seeing her cry like that they all gathered around her each of them looking at the other worried “he’s gone!he’s gone hongjoong , my father is dead” the news shocked them “ Oh my God…. let’s get you somewhere more private”they helped her get into the ship into their captains private chamber she sat down on his bed, he handed her a glass of water to help calm her down and she told him the story by the end of it a few tears had drops from his eyes, but he needs to stay strong for her. “The last thing he said yesterday he told me to tell you that he gave you his blessing” looking at her shocked that her father found out that he couldn’t help but be a little bit happy even in the this situation he decided to ask her one question”do you wanna leave?” He asked “what” lifting her head up confused “now that I have your father’s blessing. Do you want to leave? I know it’s too early and we’re not leaving so soon, what I’m saying is do you want to be with us? I’m not asking you to become a pirate I’m just asking you do you want to stay here with us or do you want to Go back home? either way I will support you no matter what because I love you”, it didn’t take long for her to make her decision. She know what she wants what her father wants .taking a long breath she looked at her lover and said, “come help me empty out the house”.





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[haunt0ravensong]

The House Guest

Summary: After a falling out with the entire gang, Kieran went off on his own and found a cabin for sale just outside of Emerald Ranch. Rumors had circulated the small ranch he works in about the cabin and how the previous owner said little people lived in their walls. He didn't think it was true until he met the tiny man himself.

Author's Note: This is an AU, obviously. Everyone is alive and had gone their own way. Arthur, Sean Lenny, and Kieran deserved better than what they got. I'm still new to writing on here so I hope you guys enjoy this :3

@pirate-pizza-party I got one done finally 👀

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Eyes watched a critter skitter about in the rundown house's kitchen. For now it's only Kieran in the new place he found himself in. It isn't much, just a lonesome cabin that was for sale just outside of Emerald Ranch. He bought it for himself when Dutch's gang had their falling out.

The previous owner died of old age, but apparently was senile as well and was mocked by their wild stories of a tiny sized man living in the walls.

Well, it seems that the elder wasn't senile after all.

 Kieran had heard stories of these tiny people- Borrowers, if he recalls, from a former calvary man in the army. Borrowers aren't entirely human looking, sometimes having some animal features to better suit their needs. But most of all, Borrowers are usually terrified of people and will move to a different place if seen. 

To be honest, Kieran never believed it, but… now he's proven wrong. If the calvary man was still alive, he'd apologize for not believing, however he decides to watch the tiny being.

From what Kieran could guess, he'd say the little one is around three, maybe four inches tall. He's assuming it's the tiny man that the elder spoke of so he's going to say "he" until told otherwise. Aside from his height, Kieran spotted what looks like a long and fuzzy tail picking up a crumb and putting it inside a very small rusack hanging off his side.

One thing that amazes him is that the little one hasn't even felt his gaze yet. At the same time though, he doesn't want him to notice he's there. If he can find a way just to talk to him, maybe he won't leave.

Kieran stayed lost in his thoughts until a tiny yelp and scattering of the silverware left on the counter got his attention. He had been finally spotted.

By the time he looked to where the tiny man was, he was already inside the mouse hole by the sink. Kieran felt terrible for scaring him off although that would've happened anyways just because of him being a scary giant.

"I'm sorry for scarin' ya," he softly whispered once close enough to the mouse hole. "I didn't mean to. Here-" he fished out a small piece of chocolate he had, "- you don't gotta accept it. It's just a peace offerin'. I'm movin' into this cabin soon so if ya stay, ya might be seein' more of me. Just know that… I'm not gonna hurt ya. Ever."

He stepped away and went upstairs to see the rest of the place so he could see what needed to be done. It was in rough shape, but nothing he couldn't fix, he remembered having to fix many posts or tents with the gang.

After finally moving in and fixing up the stable and house, Kieran began to notice that the tiny man seemed to be slightly more comfortable with being seen by him. The tiny man hasn't introduced himself yet, but he'd been either giving waves or leaving small items like pieces of silver or jewelry out for him to see. He believes that they're gifts so he accepts them and leaves out bits of food and water for him in return.

This cycle had gone on for a few weeks, and while Kieran was thankful that the man hadn't left, he still felt a little… sad that he won't get near him. He understands though and refuses to try and rush knowing him. He himself was more reserved as well.

Kieran is getting ready to head back into Emerald Ranch for his job when he spotted the tiny man watching him from atop his dresser. He smiled and waved to him, and he got a wave back along with a long tail wagging like crazy. He chuckled thinking of it being more akin to a whip than a dog tail.

He carefully stepped to the dresser and bent down to get a closer look, "Hey there."

 "Hi!" The man responded back, shocking Kieran a moment before smiling even more.

 "Seems like yer excited." He softly chuckled, "Got plans today?"

 This question seemed to change the mood slightly. Not in a bad way though. The tiny man looked down to his feet and curled his tail enough around him to begin fidgeting with it. Was he… nervous? Kieran doesn't blame him one bit. Here he is a giant looking down-

 "I…I wanted to ask if I could come along?"

  His train of thought went blank, thinking he didn't hear that right. He subtly licked his lips to ease the dryness but made sure the tiny man didn't see so he wouldn't think anything of it. He didn't want to scare him.

 "You…you want to ride with me?" He wanted to double check if he heard correctly. When he received a nervous nod in response he smiled, "Sure, I don't mind. I gotta warn ya though, I'm headin' to my job so it might be a while before we get back."

The tiny seemed prepared for this and used his tail to point behind him, "I packed! The elder used to bring me out and well… I'm a little bored staying here."

Knowing that his mind is made up, Kieran gently placed his hand upright beside the man, and he climbed on after throwing his pack on his back. Kieran was slow and steady getting him up to his shirt pocket on the front and let him slide in. With how warm it is outside, he decided to not wear his new coat.

 As he walked downstairs with his riding buddy, he introduced himself, "My name's Kieran Duffy. What's yours?"

"I'm Gray. No last name though, I don't have one."

 He felt that there was a story behind that, however he decided to leave it be. There was no need to press for personal information this early on in their budding friendship. Kieran will ask questions in time, but mostly, he'll wait until Gray chooses to be more open with him.

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[alexoreality]

Thinking of an au where Luffy and Ace swap places and Sabo still the middle child.

As the older brother, Luffy knows and has engraved it into his mind that the younger ones are more important. Ace and Sabo are important.

Imagine his heartbreak when his little blondie had 'died'

"If I let someone die so easily, why do I think I can become Pirate King?" Luffy temporarily gives up on becoming the freest man in the world to care for a younger Ace. Who was actually growing up with no one to tell him that he deserved to die indirectly.

Ace set sail first, what about Luffy? Well, he's 19 now. He didn't set sail, but he did get kidnapped by Thatch when he tried to visit Garp in marineford.

Thatch was on his way home with his division when he saw a random kid get shot by a stray bullet trying to protect a little girl. The fourth divisiom commander decided that Oyaji NEEDS to meet this guy.

They meet, have a party, A cry for help from the Moby's klaubertmann(?) woken Luffy from his slumber to jump in the way of a dagger and Thatch. Teach still gets the yami yami no mi, Thatch had no power to stop him and only yelled his name when the traitor escaped.

A few days later they meet a strong 17 year old teen named Ace after their youngest brother Luffy left to sail the seas on his own with a pirate crew. Second Division commander title still left vacant; with Ace being the number 1 person suitable for the role.

Luffy meets people the same way he did in cannon, they all thought he was 17-ish when in reality he's 19 and a part of Whitebeard's crew as his honorary son. (he didn't like tattoes but he had received a piece of jewelry from Izo. It was a silver necklace with Oyaji's mark as the clasp, it was 20 inches long and can easily be hidden under his red vest. He does hide it)

When they meet Ace, Luffy pouts at the growth spurt and how tall the younger brother had gotten. He ignored him for a while lmao.

And whaddaya know? The crew thinks Ace is the older brother wow.

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