Sirius' opinions on his family:
Walburga- loves her so much. and also hates her equally as much. thinks of her as an evil monster but also as an irrevocable part of him and just wants her to pay attention to him and to love him
Orion- loves him and also hates him and wants to see him miserable. thinks he is an irrevocable part of him and will always have a metaphorical broken chain around his neck from Orion's leash that he freed himself from
Regulus- loves him but would never admit that. thinks that he will never be able to free himself from the family and that he is an idiot for not wanting to free himself from the family. wants him to escape so they can be brothers again more than anything, but knows regulus will never want that
Bellatrix: Got on with her as kids, but hates her as he got older. Thinks she is completely unstable and insane. Knows they have a lot of similarities and hates that about himself, which only makes him hate her more.
Andromeda: His favourite cousin. Loves her. Doesn't particularly like meeting up with her as they just remind each other of all the past trauma, so they don't see each other often, but Ted does write to him a lot with updates on their lives, and Sirius writes back.
Narcissa: Thinks she's a priss. Finds her the most amusing family member to irritate. They are complete opposite people that have never once agreed on anything other than that Frank and Alice are good people.
Alphard: Loves him so much. Imagine Zuko and Iroh's relationship. This is that. Thinks he's very wise and has a terrible sense of humour but learnt a lot from him and felt like he had no more family left when he died (until James comforted him)
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Just a quick thought but.
Considdering the WG created the Shichibukai System with the idea of having them be "pirates who crush other pirates"...
Okay so we unfortunately don't know when Moria joined the Shichibukai, if that was pre-Kaidou Clash or post-Kaidou Clash, info which would be very useful here but 🤷♂️. However we do know that Crocodile joined the Shichibukai before his clash with Whitebeard-- which is interesting, because Crocodile proceeded to get his ass kicked, but still retained his position.
Keep in mind, the only reason the Government didn't get rid of Moria the second he lost to Luffy (a menace but still a rookie) was because they knew they needed every man they had available for the incoming war with Whitebeard. Had it not been for that they would've replaced Moria immidiately, and hey, they then did proceed to do that right after the war was over. So the fact they not only kept Crocodile despite getting his ass kicked, but kept him around for like 20~ish years is a bit wild
And that just makes me wonder...
Is it possible the World Government could've ordered some of their newly recruited Shichibukai back in the day to go and try to take down the Yonkou on the WG's behalf?
Again, if we knew more about Moria here this would actually be easier to speculate about but since we don't know about his timeline, there's no way to fully tell for sure (btw yes his Wiki page claims he became a Shichibukai after fighting Kaidou, but since that was "revealed" in a trivia book, I would take it with a massive grain of salt)
But if the Yonkou Dethroning Attempts were orders from the WG, it'd actually explain the general attitude amongst the Shichibukai to not actually follow orders from the Government, since there'd be two whole survivors to tell the tale why you don't follow the Government's orders. (Which would also reframe why the Government Really Wanted Kuma to follow every single order given to him)
It'd also reframe Crocodile's anger at the Government a little (since I'm sure the WG didn't give a shit about what had actually happened to him), as well as Moria's fury when Kuma showed up at Thriller Bark and Moria learned that the WG was assuming he was going to lose to the Strawhats, requiring back-up
It would also explain why Crocodile got to keep his position despite his defeat, because while Crocodile might've failed, they could still see him as useful as he had survived a clash against The Most Powerful Man In The World (same for Moria if he did go fight Kaidou under the Government's orders)
And man... Like the Shichibukai were framed as "Government bootlicking losers who had abandoned their pirating spirit" when they were first introduced, but as time has gone we have seen that some people took the position for protection. Hancock for to protect her people, Jinbei for the Sun Pirates to get pardoned... And with Kuma, it's just blackmail.
It really would be sad if Crocodile (and maybe Moria too) got essentially groomed into the position as young pirates, given all these promises of things they'd be allowed to do/given if they follow orders, only to realize the Government sees them as nothing more than tools
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scorpio rising
elbert; 1,087 words; elbert takes you dancing. i blame @aquagirl1978 for showing me his teaser pv. this one's for u.
he has always been hungry.
from the first day he meets you, he has hungered for your touch, for your smile, for a sliver of your forever — it is not promised. but he does not care. and there’s beauty in this madness — he has always known it — beauty in the mortified longing threatening to grind his bones to dust.
i want…
it’s a selfish thing, he knows, to want like this, to want so hard that it threatens to consume his very soul. he wants — he wants.
“stay close,” he says, because the night is dark and full of terrors but to him the darkness has always been kind.
he feels your presence at his back, emanating warmth like a hearthstone pulled from the dancing flames. he wants.
“el…bert? where are you taking me?”
your curiosity is cool and crisp, slicing through the heat of his own internal frenzy. he wills the tension from his shoulders as he tries to cast you a small, reassuring smile.
“you’ll see.”
at this hour, vauxhall is a cynosure of bacchic revelry, with fireworks and masked dancers, jugglers and magicians and drunken vendors hawking their wares to laughing, unwitting attendees. a hundred thousand tiny lamps glitter among the branches of trees like so many fallen stars, and the raucous sound of street musicians plays backdrop to it all — the air itself thrums with life and vitality, the earth beneath your feet soaked with the remnants.
“wh-what is going on?”
elbert almost laughs at your clear confusion, but he tugs a pair of masks from the inside of his jacket and offers it to you.
“come… dance with me.”
you slip on the mask, still too bewildered to refuse, and feel elbert slip his fingers between yours, tugging you gently towards him and into a pool of flickering lamplight. the music swells and the world spins around you.
there is beauty in this madness — elbert has always known it — beauty in the way a body might tremble and shake when faced with something it cannot control, but this at least, elbert knows. this at least, he can take into the palms of his own hands and hold it close.
this dance — you.
he watches as a brilliant smile blossoms across your lips, your cheeks flushing high with color. it is beautiful, watching you as you fall into a peel of unexpected laughter as he spins you out and pulls you back in, you chest heaving with the exertion of the song.
he wonders if he’s holding onto your hands too tight and then he knows that he is.
but you’re clutching back at him just as tightly as the music ends and everyone around you cheers. he feels the weight of a million pairs of eyes on him and yet still, he only has eyes for you. when you pull up from your curtsey and meet his eyes, he finds himself transfixed by your gaze so warm and soft and full of an unbridled happiness the likes of which he has never tasted himself.
but with you — he thinks he just might.
the mask affords him the brief veil of anonymity, but even with it, he can feel people’s eyes lingering, their heads turning for a second look, a third. he doesn’t have much time.
“elbert, that was so much fun!”
he allows himself a soft laugh as he pulls you into one of the many shaded promenades, pressing himself back into the thickly cut foliage. you stumble into his chest, letting out a squeak as you pull back but he lifts up a hand to stop you.
“please… let me have one more minute…” he says, and he feels you go still in his arms.
he threads his fingers through your spidersilk hair, letting the tangle carelessly against his skin. like this, he smells the soft, fresh fragrance of your bathing soap, and he leans in ever so slightly to take in another breath. your skin is warm and soft, your lashes a darkened frame to the night sky of your eyes.
“elbert…?”
he purses his lips. he lets you go.
“sorry… i just… wanted a moment…”
you smile, shaking your head. several strands of your hair get caught in his fingers and he has to force himself to let them go.
“i had… a really good time tonight, elbert… thanks for taking me here.”
you walk next to him as the pair of you exit the gardens, you tugging off your mask but he hesitates in taking off his own. he traces the edge with a delicate finger as you watch.
“if… it makes you feel better, you can keep it on while we walk back,” you say, letting your fingers lace behind your back.
elbert smiles as he nods, letting the silence stretch thin and smooth between you. in the distance, big ben tolls in midnight, and the pair of you make your leisurely way back to the castle beneath the full blood-moon. you exchange few words and even fewer glances, but elbert find himself willfully lingering half a step behind you just to watch the way your hair sways, to see the glint of moonlight in your eyes as you turn to grace him with a smile.
“thanks again for taking me out…”
elbert slips off his mask as the castle doors close behind you.
“i thought you might’ve wanted… a chance of pace…”
“yeah, it was really fun!”
you smile up at him, radiant and flushed with joy and he briefly wonders if this might be what ellis is always going on about — the happiest moment in a person’s life. seeing you smile like that, he wonders then if this is his.
at least, it would be a worthy candidate.
“good… we should… do it again sometime.”
you nod, enthusiasm pouring from you like milk from a spilling jug.
elbert licks his lips.
“yes! it’ll be a date!” you say.
he can only nod, letting the sound of your voice ring in his mind like the tolling of bells.
a date.
he wants, he wants, he wants.
“a date… yes, certainly, it will be… if that’s what you wish.”
he feels his heart stuttering his chest as you bob your head once more.
“yep, it’s a date then.”
he feels his lips tug into smile, tastes the familiar greed on this tongue.
he wants. he wants. he wants.
“it’s a date.”
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