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Picrews of Zoro and Emiko’s sons.

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Roronoa Takeo the eldest son. Takeo’s a relatively chill guy who’d be perfectly content just living a peaceful life with his family. It’s pretty difficult to get him mad but when you do you’re mostly likely going to end up a stain on the wall. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be a Martial Artist like his mom or a swordsman like his dad so he chose neither and became a brawler who mostly uses Melee weapons to fight.

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Roronoa Oro the second son. He’s a good guy he just overdoses on snark a wee bit too much sometimes. Loves battling more than anything and he’s always looking for a good sparring match. He’s also a bit of a momma’s boy and as such decided to be a Martial Artist just like her. He’s sometimes refered to as the most beautiful man in the world.

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Roronoa Raiden the youngest son. Looks up to his parents and sees them as an inspiration to be a great pirate. Became a swordsman just like his father and they agreed to let Raiden inherit Wado when he gets strong enough to beat his father in a match. In the meantime he trains with his two swords, Kami-Shi and Oni-Shi as often as he can. For his eighteenth birthday he got ocean waves tattooed on his arm so he “never forgets where he came from”.

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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary:  M-21 stalks Takeo.
Notes:  Among Us AU! :D
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 338
Total word count: 13,189
Status: Work in progress
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Yamato: the stars sure are beautiful today

Suna: yeah. You know who’s more beautiful

Both: Takeo

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Noblesse Masterlist

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𝗥𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗹 ↴

Undisclosed Desires (18+)

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𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻 ↴

Partners to Lovers

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𝗠-𝟮𝟭 ↴

Pup | Dad!M-21

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𝗧𝗮𝗼 ↴

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𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗼 ↴

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𝗛𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 ↴

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Pup | Dad!M-21

Requested by @huntersmoon1

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A/N: I really should have been more clear with my request form, but I only ever watched the anime. However, thank you for giving me a little backstory! It was very helpful.

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Synopsis: You’re his daughter.

Reader: female

Words: 696

Written: 01/10/2021

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Frankenstein stared up at the laboratory, fingers tucked around a document file labeled “Y/N.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, stepping inside the laboratory. It wasn’t hard to miss the large glass tube that housed — what looked like — a human. He knew better than that.

Bringing his left wrist up, he audibly sighed this time. “Master Raizel will be agitated if I do not come home soon.” He glanced up at the tube, then stepped toward it.

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You squirmed around in Frakenstein’s arms, attempting to bite him occasionally, but not to the point of drawing blood.

“Please stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.”

You frowned and stopped squirming, but his threat didn’t stop you from nibbling on his shoulder.

He ignored your nibbling, having plans to drop you in the care of with M-21 immediately. Having arrived back home, he could hear the voices of his master and friends talking.

“Master Raizel, I’m back. I’ve brought her,” Frankenstein announced.

Raizel nodded, tea cup in hand, as everyone looked at the girl in his arms.

“She’s naked!” exclaimed Takeo, eyes darting anywhere but her.

The gray hair and eyes didn’t go past M-21. He squinted her eyes and stared at you.

Your teeth let go of Frankenstein’s shoulder in order to properly look at M-21. Your nose twitched as you sniffed the air quietly.

“She likes biting — like a dog, you could say,” said Frankenstein. “It seems she also has a good nose.”

M-21’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean — ”

“She’s your daughter.”

M-21 nearly fainted on the spot.

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M-21 learned that even though you looked like a teenager, your mind didn’t process things as such. Your brain hadn’t had time to be fully developed, but you were a quick learner.

He took it upon himself to teach you everything he possibly could, silently simmering every time Frankenstein offered to teach you something.

You slept with M-21 because it was the first time you were allowed to feel warmth and sleep at the same time. The liquid in the tube was always cold.

Each morning, he would wake up having to reprimand you for nibbling on him in his sleep. You never bit hard, and he learned through parenting books that you were teething, even though your teeth were already fully developed.

He taught you how to use chopsticks and a phone, brought you your very first pair of clothes, and even brushed your hair for you.

You were an almost exact copy of him, which slightly frighten him, considering how he never had sex in order to help produce you. Crombel had taken his semen out from him after injecting him with a sleep paralysis. It was a cruel way to produce a child — even more cruel when the child was supposed to overtake its predecessor.

Instead, he produced you, a cute replica of him that seemed to act more like a puppy than a werewolf.

“I wanna go out,” you demanded.

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous,” he claimed.

“But you’ll be there, right?” you asked.

He flinched. Obviously, he didn’t want to imply that he wasn’t strong enough to protect you, but he never knew what dangers lurked outside in the public.

“Not today,” he said instead.

You pouted.

M-21 swore he could see a dejected set of ears and tail on you. He nearly gave into you if it wasn’t for the fact that Tao walked into the room nonchalantly.

“Lunch is ready,” said Tao.

You perked up at that, always looking forward to eating. “Food! Dad, let’s go!”

M-21 froze at that. He could feel his heart stutter. You never called him that before.

Tao noticed, clearly amused. “Y/N, I don’t think he heard you. Keep calling him.”

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Dad didn’t hear me? But he’s right here.” You leaned forward, placing your hands on his shoulders in order to gently shake him. “Dad, can you hear me? Lunch is ready, and I can smell meat. If you don’t hurry, I’ll eat your portion too.”

“N-No, I heard you,” he stammered.

You puffed out your cheeks. “Then, hurry up!”

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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary:  Tao and Takeo get used to the base.
Notes:  Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 1,206
Total word count: 12,851
Status: Work in progress
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Takeo before and after

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The Golden Wish (chapter one)

Pairing: Frankenstein x M-21 (rating Teen and up)
Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up; Angst with Happy Ending; Unreliable Narrator; Misunderstandings; Merfolk; Drinking (tags added with chapters and rating will change)
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He grunts, the muscles on his back pulling uncomfortably under the strain of full net as he pushes it away from himself. It thuds dully on the slippery deck, the rattling noise of winch’s engine stopping after he pulls at the lever, but not before it catches once and he has to tug, using force. He shakes his arm, feeling the vibrations of the old machine in his bones. Grey eyes squint at the net lying on the floor and he steps closer to the steering booth before he opens the net and its contents spill freely. Most of the fish are still alive, weakly flipping around, gills working uselessly to catch air without water.

Short strands of his hair get into his eyes with the stronger gust of wind, the boat swaying with the waves. He tucks the hair under his hat, looking at the dark grey clouds, heavy with rain that might start to pour anytime now. He stands still, used to the boat’s rocking as he’s searching the sea and breathes easier when he spots a dark blob that vanishes underwater in a blink.

A small smirk curls his lips and he steps into a small cabin, turning on the boat’s engine. He starts to hum, grabbing the steering wheel as he starts to make his way to the port.

The light drizzle turns into a torrent as soon as he docks, what little of the morning light turning into murky grey. The rain makes it hard to see, the chill seeping off any warmth of his body, but he has to sort the fish into the crates and haul it into the market until they’re fresh to get a good price. Water runs down on his raincoat, and he isn’t as wet as he is cold. Droplets are clinging to his eyelashes and he shakes his head to get rid of them as his hands in heavy gloves are busy with packing the fish.

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Takeo in Japanese traditional clothes. I’ve read somewhere that he might be Japanese so here Is Takeo in kimono

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they adore franken so much and i dont blame them at all

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Yamato and Takeo


Yamato and Takeo


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