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svtrie · 3 years

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@sanjis-simp submitted; Hi! Can I get a matchup for One Piece if you’re still open for them? Please and thank you! I’m 5’5 and am a plus size girl. Super pale with dyed black hair with straight bangs and hair to my shoulders. Personality wise I’m an infp or 6w5. I I’ve been told I’m kind but I’m also very opinionated especially about civil rights, politics, and how people are treated so I can come off bitchy to some people. I do curse a lot and will absolutely obsess over something until I learn all I can or until I get bored of it. I’m a big homebody never really go to parties or anything like that. I’d rather stay home and watch tv or read. Thanks again!

hello ! thank you so much for requesting love, i match you up with . . .

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Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon !

Now, let me start with the usual height difference between you both; I'm sorry but you look like a dwarf standing next to your 293 cm boyfriend.

Like, an absolute DWARF. (Why is he so tall god dammit)

It's embarrassing but, he first met you when he stumbled down the stairs trying to deliver paperwork to Sengoku's office ─ you were coincidentally trying to go up the stairs so Rosinante ended up kissing your shoes.

If one were to ask 10 year old Rosinante where he would see himself 10 years in the future, the answer was probably going to be something he always wanted to do; "helping people" and NOT tripping down the stairs ─ face planting and possibly kissing someone's shoes right now.

"A-Am i dead..? Am i in heaven?" He mumbled groggily, looking up to see a blurry pale figure with dark hair, "Are you an angel...? P-Pretty ...Pretty angel" The words seemed to slip out of his mouth unconsciously, but it still made you blush.

You cleared your throat, blush still visibly apparent in your cheeks, and you handed out a hand for the stranger to take, "Are you okay? Here get up"

The stranger seemed to snap out of whatever daze they were in, finally processing what just happened.

His lips pursing, he stared at your hand ─ and stared at you ─ and back at your hand ─ and then back at you; you stare at him back.

His face visibly flushed, he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly; before deciding to close it and avert his gaze to the floor that seems oh so interesting now.

"I..Uh....Are you gonna get up? You looked like you were in a hurry" You spoke out; voice so gentle yet it was clear that you held alot of confidence.

The stranger finally deciding that the floor wasn't interesting after all, looked up at you with soft hazel brown eyes, and accepted your hand.

You pulled him up; startling him as if he didn't expect to get pulled up, and he stumbled yet again ─ but this time, he was stumbling forward.

Towards you.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso, stopping him from falling down again and possibly bringing you down with him.

To others, it looked like sexual harassment but honestly, the stranger just seems to be really clumsy.

Your whole body was dwarfed by his unusually tall, freaky height, making it a challenge to keep him stable but you did it anyways.

"Whoa! You okay?" A chuckle escapes your lips, "You're really clumsy"

The man flushes at your comment and nods hastily, and stands up as you unwrap your arms in his torso.

You got a good look at the man, he was tall. Like TALL tall, perhaps even more than 250 cm? You couldn't tell.

The man wore a white, short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with the Marine emblem; a simplified gull with the word "MARINE" underneath it, on the back; a blue neckerchief; dark blue trousers and above his shoulders wore a coat, "Justice" on the back. He wore the coat like it tends to be worn like a cape, draped over the shoulders with the arms not in the sleeves; indicating that he was indeed, an ensign.

His unruly blond hair seemed to go towards every direction, making it (if not) tangled.

The man finally spoke out, "Y-Yeah sorry about that.." his voice was a bit deep and husky.

"It's fine, you looked like you were in a rush" You answered kindly, crouching to gather his scattered papers he dropped.

He seemed to notice this and started to panick; arms flailing around.

"W-Wait! It's okay I can pick it up!" He sheepishly spoke out, finally taking a look at you and panicking more as he saw that you were a Rear-Admiral.

"No, No it's fine." As he was about to stop you, you were already done gathering the scattered papers, handing it to him with a smile.

"You're in a rush, aren't you? I understand, i also tend to get a bit clumsy and panicky when i wasnt in time." You chuckled.

"Y-Yeah! Thank you ...once again" He took the papers from you, and bowed.

"It's no problem! Please don't bow to me it's a bit awkward haha.." You nervously trail off.

"I- IM very sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean- I-"

"It's fine, it's fine ! You're going to Sengoku's office right ? Better be fast then" You gave him a wink.

The man blushes, "R-Right! My name's Rosinante ma'am" He gives you a shy smile.

You gave a smile back, "Chanae."

And that's practically how you two met; cliche yikes but it's fine !!!1!#!

You both kept accidentally crossing each-others paths and decided to atleast be friends because it was starting to get awkward with the short "hi's" and "how are you's"

As you got closer to Rosi, you found out that he was indeed, an extremely clumsy dork.

Its pretty comical actually, despite you hating the amount of bruises he gets from his clumsiness.

Rosinante grew up and up the ranks; finally reaching the marine commander rank.

While you, only going up to Vice-admiral, just like garp.

You've been offered the title 'Admiral' quite often but you declined, not wanting such a heavy title to be put on your shoulder.

Rosinante was disappointed to say the least but he was supportive with your decision.

Over the past few years of doing missions with you, Rosinante gained a not so small crush on you.

Scratch that, he mf loved you.

He wanted to confess how he felt to you; even if you dont return the feeling back ─ he can relax knowing he's confessed already.

Hence, that's why he's outside of your office, bouquet in hand, as he thinks of a thousand scenarios that would happen when he knocked the door to your office.

Taking a deep breath, Rosi finally gathers enough courage to knock on your door.

And so he did.

Knock.

A door creaking could be heard, your head peeked out of the door, face visibly displaying confusion.

"Uh- Hello Chan!"

"Rosi..? What are you doing?" You narrowed your eyes at the suspiciously acting 9 foot tall man.

"Uh..I....I wanted to tell you that I like you!- I-Uh- M-More as a friend..And i was hoping if I could take you out on a d-date...?" He trails off softly, his gaze glued on the floor, face flushed.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, flushing lightly before shrugging, your mouth forming a smile unsconiously "Sure!"

You both took the relationship slowly; not wanting to rush and make one another uncomfortable.

You and Rosi has alot of things in common; including civil rights.

Rosinante was raised to not be like other celestial dragons; he was truly kind.

And you wanted to make sure people were treated how you think is right.

You both hate celestial dragons; you more than Rosi.

Often, when someone gets offended by you cursing your mouth off, Rosi will usually be the one who will apologize profusely while you continue throwing profanities at the celestials.

Rosi also admired your hunger in knowledge; he knows a bit but he isn't as extreme as you.

Rosi HAS to drags you to sleep sometimes otherwise, you'll loose your sleep because you were focusing on learning too much.

Rosi doesn't like to go on alot of parties either, he instead just likes to be alone with you; either cuddling you or watching you read with a lovestruck gaze.

He absolutely loves the fact that you're plus size! He doesn't care what other people thinks, it makes you supper huggable and Rosi loves it.

Likes to shower you with kisses everywhere. Literally, everywhere !!

He can and will send death glares at disrespectful men that keeps checking you out; you don't need to worry about creepy men from now on. (Rosi drinks his respect women juice !! )

Both marines, you don't have much freetime so Rosi usually buys a dozen of books to give you whenever he sees one that he thinks you'll like; it's his way to remind you that he loves you and also because he loves the way your eyes shine everytime you learn something new.

If you're both not busy though, he'll take you out on nice picnic dates !!

You tried doing a pottery date but that ended up horribly as he kept accidentally smashing his creations and kept slipping on the clay.

Rosinante absolutely adores you and your flaws; he forever will and no one could ever replace you ─ same goes to you for him.

[ Runups : Sabo )If Rosinante doesn't pair well with you.) ]

i...i think i went too far ?? i'm sorry i just love this dork alot.

sorry if Rosinante isn't the most compatible with you, although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

note; not proofread ! sorry for any grammatical errors.

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synkiller82 · 5 years

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Collapse Into Me Chapter 21 - Airplane

Adrien sat back and watched the sky pass by, unable to sleep. He was eight hours into the eleven hour flight back from St. Lucia and the sky was dark as night had fallen around them. He sighed and took out his tablet, thankful he had downloaded the required reading material for his literature class before taking off. Snuggling deeper into the seat, he tapped on the screen to begin reading.

His mind, however, did not want to concentrate on schoolwork. It wandered away whenever it could, revisiting the past two weeks. He had been lonely, with only Vikor and Ethan, Adrien’s assistant, to keep him company. Thankfully, he was able to carve out at least a few minutes every day to facetime Marinette. Their brief talks, hundreds of texts, and her daily emails with their assigned work were always the highlights of his day. He couldn’t wait to be able to get back to her, to hold her, and bask in her warm and comforting presence.

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Marinette wrapped her comforter tighter around herself as she curled up on her terrace lawn chair. She watched the early morning sky, hoping to see any planes fly overhead. Today, Adrien was returning and she was almost too excited to sleep last night. His trip had been taxing on both of them, but they seemed to have made it through unscathed.

It hadn’t helped that there hadn’t been an akuma the whole time Adrien was gone. So, she turned her attention to the calendar she kept with her diary where she recorded akuma battles. It appeared that there were no akumas when Gabriel was supposed to be out of town, which she found rather suspicious.

She sighed, and pushed that line of thought to the back of her mind. She would go over that with Chat and Master Fu when she was able to. For now, she needed to concentrate on welcoming her boyfriend back home.

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Marinette had just sat down to a late Sunday brunch with her parents when their doorbell rang. She jumped up from her stool, stumbling over the legs as it fell over and she tried to run at the same time. Making it safely through the house and down the stairs, she opened their side door to the most wonderful site in the world—Adrien. He was holding a bouquet of stargazer lilies, but Marinette only registered them when they bumped up against her as she tried to crush him in a hug. Smiling sheepishly when he giggled, she took the offered flowers and then squeezed him tightly.

“Welcome home!” She greeted, letting him go when she felt him tap her back. “Sorry.”

“No problem. I just wanted to continue breathing. I kinda like it here.” Adrien replied with a wink, earning an eye roll.

“Dork.” Marinette waved to the upstairs. “We were just sitting down to brunch. Would you like to join?”

“Sure.” Adrien said, taking her free hand in his as they made their way upstairs. He was greeted with welcoming hugs from her parents, while Marinette placed her flowers in a vase.

The meal was spent in lively conversation of Adrien’s trip, as well as some stories from school and the bakery. Adrien’s cheeks hurt by the time the meal ended with how much he had laughed and smiled. He loved Marinette’s parents and could see where Marinette got her spunk and humor from, not to mention everything else that made Marinette wonderful.

“Do you have any plans for Saturday before the formal?” Adrien asked when they entered her room after cleaning up brunch.

“Alya is coming over here so we can do our hair and makeup together. Why?”

“I thought the four of us could go to dinner beforehand.” He held up his hands as he saw her level a glare at him. “Nowhere too fancy, I promise!”

“Adrien, you do realize that your interpretation of ‘fancy’ and ours vary greatly, right?” She quipped as she set up a video game on her computer.

“I have Nino helping me,” he stated, hoping that would take the edge off.

She sighed in defeat. “Fine. Just let us know when we will be picked up so we know how long we have to get ready.”

Adrien leaned over to peck her cheek. “As you wish.”

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“Girl, what are you doing?” Alya inquired as she watched her best friend attempt to style her hair.

“I don’t know,” Marinette whined, gripping her hair in frustration. She still hadn’t figured out what she wanted to do with her hair. Should she wear it up, down, half and half?

Alya swatted Marinette’s hands away. “I know just the look!” After about 20 minutes, Alya stepped back and turned Marinette toward the mirror. “Voilà!”

Marinette gasped, her eyes growing wide as she moved her head from side to side. Half her hair was done in a crown braid, with the rest slightly curled and loose around her shoulders. Alya added white and silver snowflake pins strategically throughout her braid, which popped against her raven hair. “Alya,” Marinette whispered reverently. “It’s beautiful!”

Alya hugged her best friend from behind, looking at her in the mirror. “You’re beautiful. I just helped crown the beauty.” She stood back up and spun Marinette back towards her. “Now, to make you drop-dead gorgeous! Adrien won’t be able to take his eyes off you once I’m done!”

“I don’t think he will be able to anyway.”

The girls giggled and continued their banter as they finished getting ready for the best night of their freshman year.

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Adrien and Nino arrived at 5:30 in the limo and were waiting in the living room for the girls to come down from Marinette’s room.

Alya appeared first, jade skirt flowing around her. She smirked at the stunned look on Nino’s face, tapping his chin when she stepped up beside him. “Like what you see?”

Nino could only nod while his brain tried to restart itself. He and Alya stood to the side so Sabine could take pictures to send over to their parents.

Adrien giggled at his friends as they posed for their pictures. His eyes shot up, however, when he heard a heel click against the wooden stairs. The world around him disappeared as he watched his girlfriend slowly appear from above. Her white shoes and dress hem were the first things he saw before the dress slowly came into view. The bodice hugged her like a second skin, the skirt flowing like snowflakes on a gentle wind. When her eyes met his, his heart skipped about five beats. She was the very definition of breath-taking.

Marinette walked over, held out her arms, and did a little spin in front of Adrien. “Well, how do I look?” she asked nervously, teeth nibbling on her lower lip a bit.

Adrien reached out, took her hand, and leaned over to give it a gentle kiss. He stood back up, locking eyes with her. “They haven’t invented a word that could adequately describe how beautiful you are.”

Marinette smiled, a look of relief coming over her as she heard Nino groan in the background.

“Dude! How are the rest of us supposed to compete when you say something like that?” Nino jested light-heartedly.

“I guess it’s a good thing for you, not every woman is wooed by pretty words.” Alya quipped as she snuck a kiss from Nino.

“You know you’re jealous.” Marinette stuck her tongue out childishly, hands on hips, when Alya did the same at her.

Everyone laughed at their antics and soon, the quartet were in the limo, headed for a night of fun and memories.

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After a wonderful—not too fancy—dinner, everyone arrived at the Grand Palais, eager to dance and socialize. Normally, the dance would be held in a smaller venue, but Mayor Bourgeois had opened the Grand Palais for his daughter’s first lycée dance.

Alya and Nino entered with Marinette and Adrien following closely behind. The room had been decorated with stars and balloons, there was a photo area off to the right for couples to have a professional picture taken, and refreshments were on a table near the back, next to the DJ booth.

The group made their way over to the rest of their friends, who were all crowded near the far corner of the dance floor. They spent a while talking to their friends before Alya insisted the girls go get pictures done together. The six friends rushed off toward the photo area, leaving a group of chuckling boys in their wake.

“So, you enjoying yourself?” Alya asked as she and Marinette broke away from the rest of the girls to get something to drink.

“I am!” Marinette replied excitedly. “Adrien has been fantastic. I still can’t believe that we are here, together. Like, together together!”

Alya laughed. “I hear ya, girl. I’m so happy for you.” Something caught her eye. “I’ll be right back. Nino is waving me over.”

Marinette nodded as her friend dashed over to the DJ booth, where Nino was waiting. Looking around the room, she searched for Adrien. A voice from behind her caused her blood to run cold.

“M-M-Marinette. Nice to see you,” Luka jested as he walked up.

Marinette slowly turned around. She hadn’t expected to see Luka here, since he attended a private lycee on a music scholarship. She was going to tell him at the next jam session that she and Adrien were officially a couple. She wasn’t ready to talk to him now.

“H-hey! Luka! What you are here? I mean, what are you doing here?” Marinette stumbled out, cursing her nervousness.

“Jules invited me. I was hoping to run into you.” He placed his arm against the wall behind Marinette, and leaned toward her.

“Oh, really?” She squeaked, her voice an octave or two higher than normal. “W-why is that?” She tried to back away, but ran into the wall.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You still seemed upset after the last jam session.”

“I’m great. Adrien and I are officially together now,” Marinette rambled out before her brain could stop her mouth. So much for telling him later. “I’m really happy.”

Before he could reply, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

“Hey, Luka,” Adrien called out as he slid next to Marinette. He felt her relax a little at his touch. “What brings you here?”

“Adrien,” Luka replied, glancing at him before returning his eyes to Marinette. “Juleka invited me to hang with the ‘groove’.’” He chuckled behind his hand as Marinette’s cheeks flamed from embarrassment. “I saw Marinette getting a drink and thought I would say hello.”

“That’s wonderful.” Adrien gave Luka his best model smile as he feigned interest. “Marinette, would you like to dance?”

“I would.” She smiled up at Adrien before turning to Luka. “Have a good evening!”

Adrien walked Marinette out to the dance floor and pulled her close. “Are you okay? You seemed upset back there.”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s fine, Adrien. Don’t worry about it.” She placed her hand over his mouth when he opened it to protest. “I don’t want to ruin tonight, okay? I’ll explain later.”

“Okay,” Adrien grumbled, though he was rewarded for his agreement with a kiss. He knew she would talk to him, but it still bothered him that she was keeping something from him. If it was one thing Adrien hated, it was secrets.

Adrien pushed all of that to the back of his mind. His girlfriend was fine and in his arms, that's all that should matter. He felt her head rest on his chest and sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around her. They quietly danced to the soothing music, lost in their own bubble of happiness. Once the faster music came back on, they left the dance floor in search of their friends.

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“Hey, Marinette,” Kim called. “You wanna dance with a real man?”

Marinette rolled her eyes as the rest of her friends giggled at Kim. “If Adrien was here, I would.”

Kim deflated as Marinette chuckled. “Why you gotta be like that?”

“You know I’m joking.” Marinette walked up and took his arm, glancing over to where Adrien was dancing with Chloe. “Lead the way.”

Kim and Marinette walked onto the dance floor just as the current song was ending, passing Adrien and Chloe on the way as they exited the dance floor. The next song started as Kim placed his hands on her waist and she placed her hands on his shoulders. They got lost in conversation as they slowly moved in a circle in time with the beat.

As the last notes were played, a tap came on Kim’s shoulder. “Mind if I have a dance with the lovely lady?”

Kim looked to see Luka standing next to him. “Not at all.” He stepped away after giving Marinette a hug and a ‘thank you’ before heading back over toward Max and Alix.

Marinette wasn’t sure this was the best idea, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she moved her hands to his shoulders as he placed his hands on her waist.

“So, you and Adrien?” Luka asked, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

“He asked me to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago, so it’s still kinda new. I’m really happy though, like I said.”

“Are you sure?” Luka’s teal eyes searched hers. “Your song is still sad, and his doesn’t harmonize with yours the way mine does.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed as he spoke. What did he mean by that? Why can’t he see that she and Adrien are happy together. Her train of thought came to a halt when she felt Luka’s hands slide to her hips. She was about to ask him to move them when Adrien once again appeared.

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Nino and Adrien were looking for Marinette and Alya again so they could head out. Before Adrien got a clear view of the dance floor, Nino pulled him over to the side. “Dude, how about you go make sure the limo is here and I’ll go get the girls?”

Adrien raised an eyebrow at his friend. “I already called for the car, Nino. I don’t need to check to see if it’s—” His words died down at the site in front of him.

Marinette was on the dance floor, but she wasn’t with Kim, like Adrien had assumed. Instead, she had her hands on Luka’s shoulders while his hands were on her hips, and she looked extremely uncomfortable at the arrangement.

Adrien felt something well up inside him. That was his girlfriend! Before he knew it, he had made his way over to them. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Only if the lady wishes,” Luka answered, not taking his eyes off Marinette.

Marinette looked over at Adrien, noticing that his hands were balled into fists and he had a more offensive posture than normal. “I think it’s time I go,” Marinette replied, the discomfort clear in her voice. “It’s getting close to curfew anyways.”

Luka nodded. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear before he turned her to Adrien and walked away.

Marinette placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder when he took a step forward. “Adrien, can we just go?”

Adrien turned his attention away from Luka’s retreating back and looked down at Marinette. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. “Of course, the car is waiting.” He pulled away but kept his arm around her shoulders as they made their way to Nino and Alya.

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