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yoursinfulurges · 2 years

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Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: "Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you... To make you bow. To bend you... To break you..."

The reader rides a giant snake bc why not.

Your ethnicity is not specified.

Also apologies in advance as I stray heavily from accurate information. I mainly used Dorne and the Martells as a place holder so this is my own narrative. For the sake of this story Dorne is it's own independent land. Viserys isn't dying in this fic because he needs to catch a break so all is right except for the classic disfunction Targaryen family. I might make this a series but right now it's a oneshot.

Word Count: 6k

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The air laid heavy today as the undying heat of the desert dunes takes it's toll on you. Tearing your eyes away from the sea horizon your gaze wanders to the Sunspear port, small and far away but still so clearly visible to your bedroom tower. With uneasiness, your focal point lands on a large black ship bearing the Targaryen house symbol. Bold and imposing painted proudly on the black sails. You wonder if they were already in the castle, not knowing how late of the hour the ship got here, just that when you awoken it was miraculously there. As a Warrior Princess you pride yourself in never letting your nerves get to you but as of this moment you were a mess of anxiety, succumbing to all the ill thoughts and worries that sparked restlessness within you.

It felt stupid to be so choked up about such a frivolous thing, you always knew this day was going to come and that it was expected of you. But to have it be under such unexpected terms was gut wrenching. All your life you knew that you would never marry for love and you were alright with that, but you had at least hoped it was to somebody you were familiar with. And by familiar you did not mean this. The Targaryens were your rival house, or so it had been.

In attempts to amend old wounds your father had promised your hand to the second born prince of King Viserys Targaryen. A union that neither you or Aemond had expected, as it seemed rather out of place. Dorne is the least populated of the Seven Kingdoms and your people differ both culturally and physically from all of Westeros. So a marriage proposal from the well esteemed house Targaryen to the Martells appeared to be a myth of the First Men.

Although you weren't one to engage in pessimistic thoughts, arguably it made more sense for you to be married off to an Allyrion or Blackmont. Established noble houses of your region. The Targaryens were barbaric outsiders with tendencies to take whatever they want by bloodshed, they pave their own way with fire without regards for others. Luckily it isn't in your nature to bend and be trampled on so easily. It was known to all that your bloodlines were never meant to cross fates. The tale of how the silver haired angel fell from her grace off her dying dragons back, was a victory Dorne relished greatly in. It was a momentous triumph for history that proved the power of your people and the Martells. Aegon conquered all of Westeros but Dorne.

Some would say that there is no greater threat to the Targaryens than your bloodline. And you agreed, they had their dragons and you had your sand snakes, one venomous bite is enough to kill seven full grown dragons. Admittedly, it was a smart political move, although unforseen. A union with such bravado would surely strengthen both houses, and serve as a great threat to those who dare challenged the crown. You did feel a sense of pride not only in your house but in yourself as well, as the good of the realm rested on you.

But truthfully you were hesitant and weary, praying to the gods all goes well. As great as this union was, it also served to be quite dangerous, and can potentially be one of the most foolish mistakes all of Westeros had ever seen. If you aren't able to get along well enough, or even tolerate Aemond then goodwill will be lost and all of the realm will be set on fire. You would never purposely encourage war, but you had your own ways of living. And you understood greatly that you were far more fortunate than many women in Kingslanding. That being said, you intend to fight for your honor and dignity by all means necessary. Regardless if whether or not your husband turned out to be quite a piece of work.

You understood the true reason for your marriage, despite it being poorly concealed behind optimistic words from King Viserys. You would make it a point to yourself to do your best to serve your duty. But above all that must come your freedom and rights. Those are values you cannot afford to sacrifice. Although you doubt that the King would be malicious enough to pour honey into your fathers ears, only to set you up to be treated badly. A part of you wondered if there was any veracity to his words.

In his letter he emphasized the silent disdain your families both had for eachother, and he that wanted to put an end to things. If that is his true intentions or not was unclear, but you are not so easily trusting. You had never witnessed this so called fued between your families for yourself, having never left Dorne before. But you've heard stories of how defiant your uncles have been in court. Purposely refusing to bend the knee to the crown in their own kingdom, which of course prompted a rightful murder in your opinion. It was disrespectful and improper so therefore justified, and you were never fond of your uncles. However, this of course gave your father grounds to loathe the Targaryens. But he was much more cordial than his brothers, as he was a forgiving man.

To say that you were anxious for your husband-to-be's arrival was an understatement. You knew that your cultures varied so vastly, so what if he deemed what you were wearing improper? It was quite scandalous by the Crownlands standards but they were in your kingdom now. And truthfully it would be highly improper and frowned upon for them to chastise you in anyway. Not that you cared if they did, you had your own way of dressing and by your standards this was your idea of dressing for the occasion. You had decided to wear white instead of your house colors, it was a sign that you welcome them and were ready to accept their customs. Funnily enough, white was the color of purity and you represent anything but. Your dress was a simple one in your eyes. Soft and long in material adorned with a cape. Floral embroidery decorated the bodice of the dress, and around your waist tied a svelte sylphlike rope, casting a certain refinery to your aura. The neckline plunged low and the gown displayed two meticulous slits down the front, showcasing your thighs.

While yes it did seem rather unseemly to the unfamiliar eyes, you were not going to sacrifice your comfort and culture for the sake of decency. There was a reason to be in so little layers, the sun and heat of sahara was unkind. Sighing in content your eyes wanders over to your bed, landing on a sheathed dagger. You had put it out earlier and was originally planning on bearing it but decided not to with the advice of your mother. Scoffing at her words that rang so vividly in your ears you picked up the weapon. It was light and delicate, well as delicate as blades can get. The knife shined a pure sterling silver, unlike any other color you've seen before, well complementing your dress. It was curved in shape, mimicking a claw of sorts and the hilt was marbled with the texture of pearls. Beautiful, it was a fitting weapon for a princess of your stature. Disregarding your mothers words, you fastened the dagger around your waist, thus completing your outfit. If they dared say anything about your obscenity you would cut their tongue out of their mouth.

"Princess? They are ready for you." A member of your fathers small council alerted. Breaking you from your trance, his voice muffled slightly by your bedroom door.

The walk to the throne room was agonizing, though you held a strong and cold demeanor to the passing eye, inside you were dying. With sweaty palms you fear your head was going to explode by the amount of worries that whirlwind within it. You know little of the man you are said to marry, only hushed whispers that had managed to travel past the narrow sea. Being aware that he was a warrior, much like you, though he has little to no experience in the battlefield. You also knew that he rides the largest dragon in all of Westeros and unfortunately because of it he only has one eye. You were rather impartial on that fact, whilst yes your father did stress on you that the match wasn't ideal because of it, truthfully you did not care. After all, what's a missing eye to someone who has disfigured and tormented so many. You've had your fair shares of experience, as much as your father would allow you, but at this point you have seen it all. Honestly you were just glad to receive a match that's the same age as you. And although your views on Aemond could differ based off your judge of his character, as of right now you have yet to meet him. So it would be unjust to already discriminate against him, time would only tell if he warrants such behavior and you had plenty of patience.

Aemond however does not. His family arrived at Sunspear late in the hours of the night and were met by the King and Queen only. They were then prompted to their own rooms to get some much needed rest. All throughout the morning he has yet to see a sight of you and it was well beyond noon at this point. Now Aemond doesn't consider himself an impatient person, but when it came to meeting his soon-to-be wife he was in a particularly rushing mood. Not that he let his excitement showed, truthfully he didn't know why he was eager to meet you. Perhaps because he had long been awaiting this day since before he lost an eye. The good old days, when his childhood youth was once filled with the anticipation of receiving his own dragon and his own wife. Of course as time came the matter began to feel so subsequential, but back then that was all he ever truly cared about. Maybe in his young mind, having both a dragon and a wife meant that he was as equally masculine and worthy of the Targaryen name as his brother and nephews.

Though it was never that simple, no matter how much he tried to prove himself to his brother, he was always the lesser than. Getting picked on and berated for letting a bastard sully him. Being tormented with the idea that his wife would see him as hideous, or worst fear him. Aemond was a strong man, but he was also human and it is human for him to be insecure. What if you didn't like him? Yes he viewed this marriage as not ideal but what if you harbored animosity? Snapping out of his thoughts by his dear sister elbowing him, he turned to Helaena to wonder what prompted her discordant. It wasn't like her to be so... aware of the real world, as nicely as Aemond would put it. She nervously diverted her eyes, nodding towards towards the door and it was that moment that Aemond realized.

By the gods you were beautiful...

Ascending from the stairs was a young women unlike any he had ever seen before. And as you near Aemond found himself nervously clenching his fists. Despite showing such anxious stature, he beared no expression, contrary to his true feelings. For a moment his breathe quickened as you bow before his mother and father, gaze trailing over your exposed thighs. Scolding himself silently, he tears his eye away from your body. It was perverted for him to blatantly stare, especially since this was your normal. You probably didn't know sexual you appeared to look right now. Not that he complained.... Stop... That was how your people dressed, it would be improper to think so vile about their princess. Inhaling sharply, he keeps a steady feature as he listened to his mother greet you. Taking your hand in hers, she began to drag you over to where he and his siblings stood.

"This is prince Aegon." His mother introduced. Watching the way his brother blatantly ogled at your body, an unfamiliar feeling began to brew in his chest. He didn't like that his brother was looking at her like that, especially since she was to be his wife.

"Princess Helaena." Alicent nodded to her daughter, observing the way you smiled gently at her in acknowledgment.

"Please to meet you princess." Helaena bowed, her words timid but you returned the greeting.

"And this is prince Aemond... your betrothed."

Aemond watched your reaction carefully, taking in the way that you smiled and bowed to him. You appeared nice enough, though he didn't know what he expected. Perhaps for you to scowl and throw a fit? With this close of a distance he was able to get a good view of your face and indeed you were beautiful. But it all meant nothing if you were going to reject him. Testing the waters, Aemond takes your hand in his, curtly leaning in close as he brings your digits to his lips. Keeping a locked gaze at your expression as he places a chaste kiss on the area above your knuckles. You felt soft...

"Pleased to meet you, my princess." He spoke lowly, registering the way that you smirked in satisfaction, no alternative emotions in sight.

"The pleasure is all mine, your grace." Aemond looked at you with such scrutiny as you spoke. Trying to find hints of disgust or animosity through your porcelain mask yet as he took in every detail of your face he found no trace of abhorrence.

But behind your doe eyes there was something there, something he could not quite place. It was unfamiliar in every sense and he didn't know how to decipher it. You were giving him a knowing look as if you two both shared a sacred secret with one another. And although Aemond did not know what prompted this emotion, he desperately wanted to know more.

Much of the evening was filled with merriment and mirth as the hatred that once squandered friendships faded away. Your father and the king talked of many things alike and began to realize that in truth it was time to mend things. The tension between your families was long in the past although unavoidable between you and Aemond. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to you but everywhere you went he followed. Watching silently like a predator stalking it's prey as you conversed with his sister. He didn't mean to be so stand offish. Truthfully he wanted to have a little privacy away from his family to get to know you more. There was very little room for you both to talk without intrusion. Whilst yes, the thought of being unsupervised with you may be a little unbecoming, he liked it that way. Perhaps only then, when he corners you, will he get to uncover the reasoning for your unbidden stares.

There was something rather vulgar beneath those siren eyes as you looked at him with sharp conviction. The way your vision would haze and cloud with interest, lips curling in a sly smirk displaying ardor. You were teasing him...

Throughout the evening you both danced around one another till eventually it turned into a game of cat and mouse. You moved with such precision and allure that Aemond found himself awestruck and wanting more. It was exciting to him. He admired how you carried yourself with such elegance and high importance, seeming almost unearthly. They say Targaryens are closer to gods than man, but your very existence challenged that claim. You had vanity, that was plain to see. Your moves are convoluted and don't go unnoticed by him, carefully articulating around the labyrinth of walls he built up. You were the embodiment of serpentine and he didn't know what scared him most. The fact that he is so ready to welcome you with open arms, or the fact that you were aware of your power over him.

Aemond, in principle, is not used to the physical manifestation of feelings. And yet here he was now, standing in the middle of a fucking desert, longing for affection. Or perhaps he only enjoyed the thought because it involved you touching him. There was something so genuine about you, something so raw and potent with rapport. He saw it while you were speaking with his sister, you treated her like anyone else and that was rare to see. You had an affinity for empathy and a way with words like no other, you knew just what to say to his family. That was impressive in it's own right.

It became glaringly obvious now to Aemond that the you had a gifted touch, you were able to make anyone feel like the rarest gem in the world. Yet in truth no diamond is brighter than it's maker. To Aemond you were a paragon of the finest jewels. The sapphire of his eye. He knew it was unhealthy for him to get so attached to you so quickly but how could he not. All his youth he had been waiting for this. Having grown up alone, watching everyone get the things he wanted and now here you were. You were his, he's never had anything that was completely fully his...

"Forgive me I didn't know anyone would be in here..." Aemond spoke lowly, breaking you from your trance as you tore your eyes away from your book.

"This is my private study, my prince... You are free to join me if you wish." The hour was late and nearly all of the castle has gone to bed already. All but you and Aemond... Welcoming him to sit with you over the fireplace as you set your literature aside. This would be interesting...

You both didn't speak for a moment as you feel his presence quickly approaching. Straightening your nightwear as you feel him sit across from you on the untaken armchair. You lift your graze to finally meet his stare in an act of bravery, breath halting for a moment... He made you nervous in every sense imaginable as he held your gaze in confidence.

Aemond Targaryen was gorgeous in such a violent way. You only began to observe it now. There was something so fierce and daunting about his face. Porcelain yet warrior-like, rivaling the beauty of Old Valyria. The prince had a certain vainglory to him. Silent but raw, untamed, and unchallenged. He was unlike any man, the son of war worthy of the iron throne. Strong nose that contrasted his expression well. Dainty lips that utter soft spoken words like whisps.

In secret you wanted them to articulate sweet nothings in your ear...

You did not know where these overwhelming feelings channeled from. But as his hold bore into you, it evoked a touch of insecurity. You felt like he was looking at your very core, past skin and bones and at your morals. Never in your life had you ever gazed at such man. His features preforming one great symphony. A constellation of trauma and abuse in the form of a scar kissed his skin, creating a myriad of Venus. It became painfully evident now that he brought something out in you. Gods be good...

He stared at her with a soft gaze, admiring the way the lit fire illuminated her skin. Openly, he thought you beautiful, although majority of the men here can also say the same thing. Yet as he looked at you more Aemond found himself really seeing you. That enchanting aura faltering just a little bit. You looked vulnerable right here, right now in this exact moment. You looked human. And he thought it was beautiful. The more he sat there the more content he got with this union, you were a fine match. Perhaps it was alright to be vulnerable....

Aemond doesn't say anything for a few more moments, simply gazing at the you as he licks his lips. While you could see yourself in his eye, you wondered what he was truly seeing to look at you like that. Like you were carved from the finest of diamonds and bathed in gold, like if you were to touch him he'd crumble– a careful mix of admiration and fear. Time starts to still and the atmosphere around you began to form tension. Suddenly the fireplace mutes, fading into nothing but hushed crackle as the two find themselves at a standstill. It was just you and him in your sacred little world... No one else... All turns irrelevant as you become intoxicated with eachothers presence.

"Tell me about yourself princess." He spoke, breaking the silence that overtook the room. Pausing for a brief moment to let his gaze wander from your face. Well..... this was improper indeed... The clothes you wore were foreign to him but he gathered it was your nightwear. Temperatures here hot here, it made sense for you to wear very little at night, not that he complained. It was captivating... the garment didn't look like a dress, but rather a two piece that was interwoven together with three long panels covering your modesty. The color was rather fitting on you, a darker grey than the dress you wore earlier almost appearing silver. Sitting with your thighs exposed in a leaned back and slack manner, Aemonds focus leaves your skin and meets your face once more. Breath hitching as your smirk widens. You had caught him looking...

"Forgive me for being so crass, but I'm not one to soften words. My people are very blunt individuals and I dislike small talk so allow me to have some clarity." Your words were honey to his ears, he wasn't entirely fond of small talk either, but your inquiry made him nervous.

"Please, never bite back your tongue when you are with me, what do you wish to know?" Aemond spoke after some time, leaning back to cross his leg over the other.

"What are your views are on our marriage and if you intend to honor our union."

"I'm not following..." Confused he urged on.

"Do you.... intend to stray from our marriage..." His eye widens at that, shocked that you would ask him such question. But it was only fair...

"I know that is straight forward and unseemly but please allow me the peace of knowing now, as it less complicates things later on..." Ah' he said within the confinements of his brain, finally understanding the meaning of your words. Aemond looked down in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say to you. He was a territorial man, possessive in every way so this question striked a certain nerve in him. He wondered why you would even ask that, unless you already had a lover.... He didn't like that thought. That could not be.

"I would never purposely hurt our dignity like that. Truthfully I find it foolish. I am a man that values duty above all, and tis my duty to be your husband and unite our kingdoms. I have seen what infidelity has done to my family, the strain it puts on my mother... I never want to be the cause of her pain by fathering bastard children. So perhaps it is best we stay true to one another." Satisfied with his response, you let out a faint 'hm' before turning away.

"So I've heard... Thank you for enlightening me." You spoke as you stared in great thought at the fire, though he can see a faint smile on your lips.

"Has word of my bastard nephews been so vastly spread that it reached the shores of Sunspear?" He pressed on, now an accompanying smile spreads on his lips, mirroring his companions expression. You laughed at that, a sound Aemond declared he liked.

"People talk, prince Aemond, naturally word would get around." You spoke teasingly, stopping for minute just to admire one another. Calmness falling over you both, as you sat still unbidden just gazing into eachothers rarity.

"Hmm... Tell me, do you intend to honor our union?" Aemond spoke, his voice sounded rougher than before, and you think he may have even rolled his eye. Smirking to yourself as you began to understand that he was a possessive man.

"Of course. I believe in fair playing fields, and getting even. So if you do not provoke me then I will not act out and provoke you. If you are loyal then I will be loyal." In a quick motion he was up his chair and standing directly in between your thighs. You peered up at him through your lashes, the smirk pulling at your lips growing by the second.

His heart sits heavily between the two of you, weeping for your touch, yearning with such want, such need. He swears when your eyes echoes his wants, tempting him to indulge you through curled lashes. The man condemns himself for feeling so reckless, so needy, he had never felt this way before... Felt so much desire towards another individual. He knew this was bad, a distraction but if you were a sin, he'd happily walk into the gates of hell. And at that he surged forward. Breathing a shaky sigh as his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly.

You whimper at the pressure, your small hands flying to hold his arm but it was no use. He laughed lightly, pushing your head back onto the armchair, almost taunting you. Your back arches lightly, trying to push yourself up against him, whining when you couldn't. He leans down over you, his face so close as he lifts his knee onto the chair. Placing it directly in between your thighs, almost touching your heat.

Oh how badly he wanted this...

"Is that a threat my princess?" Aemond says directly in your right ear, his thumb leaving your neck to roughly graze your lower lip. You don't meet his eyes, choosing to look at somewhere else. You fear if you looked at him you'd lose the remaining composure you had left. He didn't like that, roughly turning your head to meet his face.

"No. I'm merely stating that I refuse to be subjected. Tis' not in my nature to bend the knee. Especially not to Targaryens. I understand that it is our duty to get along but who knows how this marriage ends up playing out. The Martells have stood unbowed, unbent and unbroken for centuries. You may burn me, but you will never make me kneel." You say through a heavy chest, trying desperately to get the words out even though you sounded much needier than intended.

It’s was hot, almost unbearable, and you wondered if whether or not it was the scorching heat of the sun, or just your own body feeling all flushed. Deciding it was the latter since the introductory was highly unlikely. You waited for him to speak, looking sharply at his lips. His eyelids flutter. Never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity by the mere thought of someone’s lips. Nevertheless, you came along to put all of his bravado to shame. He felt like a young boy again, experiencing all of his firsts once more but this time, it was not with a lowly prostitute under Aegon's urge. No, he was entirely in control and the feelings were infinitely better, you were a goddess. Temptation lulled together with passion and possessiveness. Emotions being cradled by divinity in it's arms, it was all so intense. He wanted more of it...

"Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you, princess..." Aemond whispered, placing his forehead over your own as his finger tips trailed over the exposed skin of your waist. You shiver lightly and he laughs, closing your eyes as his hands get lower and lower...

"To make you bow in submission." He draws smooth circles on your hips. You felt warm, it was all too much but you didn't want him to stop. You liked the way he was speaking so close to you, liked the way he touched all over your body.

"To bend you..." Your eyes open lightly as you began to feel him lift your right thigh up onto the armchair. Looking at him as he says the words so slowly, watching as he positioned your body.

"To break you." He does the same to your left thigh, and it was at this point on you began to realize that he had spread your legs wide open. Fuck... The situation now dawning on you. This wasn't right... not until you were both married...

"You forget yourself, Aemond." You remind him, eyes locked on the visible bulge on his pants.

"Perhaps I do, there is a fire in you and it amuses me." Channelling the words deep in his throat as he grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and away from his desire.

"Would you like to keep being amused?" Smirking lightly, a playful veil over takes your features.

"It's too soon my sweet." Aemond nods. If it were any other day he would have taken you, right here, right now. But it was far too soon, you had just met today and his mother would have his head if he bruised you this early on. He was not a gentle man, the world would know if he fucked you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Aemond scoffs at that, watching you turn away. He straightens up, but still keeps his leg in between your spread thighs.

"Oh do you not? Then please tell me, how do you plan on amusing me?" Lightly guiding your chin with his fingers to look at him once more.

"With my lips of course."

"We can't touch eachother but there's no saying we can't share a loving kiss, or perhaps a kiss more than loving..." You smile lightly and he mirrors your expression.

"Now that I can condone." And at that he leans forward to cup your face and takes your lips in his. Holding his wrists once more, you smile into the kiss. Maybe this union wouldn't be all that bad... You're getting quite content with being by Aemonds side.

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Authors Note:

I want to make this a little mini series perhaps, like you and Aemond's wedding and consummation, your children being born, you meeting Vhagar and him meeting your giant snake etc. Let me know what you guys think. I also did not edit this beforehand lmao. I'm not overly proud of this story but it's a good way to revive my Tumblr and branch out from the MCU. I'm taking requests in my inbox!

- Armoni

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licorice-tea · 4 months

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I Wish You Knew I Was Real

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader

Content: strawhat! reader, fluff and feelings, confessions, midnight snacks (literally), mentions of WCI but no huge spoilers, reader has no specified gender

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: first fic of the new year! i don’t usually write for sanji so i hope this isn’t ooc… anyway, enjoy! also lmk what you think bc idrk how i feel about this one 🤷‍♀️

It’s well past midnight when you sneak into the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny to fix yourself a snack. It wouldn’t really matter if you get caught, seeing as it’s your ship too, but you’d rather not wake up or bother your crewmates.

“Y/n?”

You pause your chopping to find the source of the voice, Sanji, standing in the doorway. He yawns behind his hand as he walks in, “It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing up here?”

“I just got hungry.” But as soon as he’s close enough to see your hands working on cutting up fruit, he seems appalled. “What’s wrong?”

In Sanji’s mind, you should never have to cook for yourself. At least, not when he’s there on the same ship. Not when he would always be so willing and ready to help you out; to use his skills to please you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You know I can do it for you, sweetheart-“

“That’s why I tried not to wake you up. You need to get your rest, but I guess I was too noisy, huh?”

Sanji shakes his head determinedly, then gently moves his left hand over yours to take the knife while also holding your waist with his right so that he can maneuver you away from the cutting board. You let him, and he explains, “I get plenty of rest; if you ever need something, y/n, you can come to me. Day or night.”

You hum in acceptance of his statement, and feel content with simply watching him cut the apple into slices from your place beside him. He finishes creating the perfect little slices quickly, then goes the extra mile by carving small triangles out of the peel of each. A smile grows on your lips as you realize they’re meant to look like little bunnies; and they do.

“Cute,” you muse quietly at his creation “Thank you, Sanji.”

The cook smiles to himself before looking over at you, “I thought you’d like them more this way.”

This makes you laugh before replying, “Like a kid who only eats dinosaur shaped nuggets?”

“No, no,” he chuckles as well, “but I know you have an appreciation for aesthetics. Besides, I was right wasn’t I? You think they’re cute, so that’s all that matters.” Sanji says while plating the bunny-apple slices.

You scoot closer, so that your sides are pressed against each other, in a futile attempt to reach across and grab the plate. But, Sanji stops you again with his gentle touch (he’s always so very soft with you, rather than overbearing and borderline obsessive. But, you’d like love him either way.)

His right hand stays on your wrist as his left reaches up into a cabinet to grab the honey jar. He makes a display of lifting a generous amount of honey using the honey dipper over your plate, and drizzling it over the apples. Enough to satisfy your sweet tooth, but not so much it will create a sticky mess.

“Perfect.” he gestures for you to go sit at the kitchen island, but you insist you can “carry the plate just fine.” To which Sanji replies, “I know, but I don’t mind. I like taking care of you like this.”

There’s a faint tinge of red on his cheeks, but you’d never mention it. Especially not when your own, not so platonic feelings for the cook seem to constantly be in the back of your mind these days.

You take a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, and Sanji presents your midnight snack with a flourish. “Enjoy, y/n.” He’s walks away to wash his hands, and you expect him to return to sit beside you, but then he walks toward the door.

“Sanji…” He pauses and looks back at you, “Do you want to stay?” You feel sort of awful asking, really, because he’s probably tired, but something inside you just can’t let him go.

And sure enough, his lips curve up into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask!”

He pulls out the stool next to yours and slides onto it, then rests his arm on the back of your seat. The proximity is not unwelcome- you felt it never could be when it came from him- but even if he was, he’s not invading your space. More so creating a kind of link between the two of you, and a feeling of closeness beyond the physical.

You take a bite of one of your apple slices, only to frown slightly when you pull the half eaten slice away from your mouth and realize you’ve destroyed the bunny. Sanji nearly laughs, for he has a similar empathetic disposition and knows how you feel, but then he notices something.

There’s a smidge of honey left behind on the corner of your mouth, which you have not taken notice of, because if you had you surely would’ve licked it up. Even the thought of that sight could make him act a fool, but he’ll try his best not to (just for you.)

“Look here.” he says in a near whisper, and you do. With no other words, he cups your chin and wipes the honey from your lips with his thumb. Your eyes go wide at the first action (when he touches your face to begin with), but they seem to soften when you realize what he’s doing. Sanji takes notice of this too, and just offers a smile. Because what else can he do?

He’s a flirt; he knows that, and so do you, and everyone else he’s ever met. So if he ever were to make a move on you, there’s no way you’d take him seriously. Then again, that’s why he tries to tone down his flirting with you in the first place. He can’t stand the thought of you being under the impression that you’re the same as every girl in the world is to him; because you’re not. You’re… special, in a way. He feels bad saying you’re his favorite of the many objects of his affections, because he has genuine love for so many people (you are though.) But, he can say with certainty that his feelings for you are the only serious ones. No matter how many women he tries to woo on all the adventures of the Straw Hats, he’ll always come back to you. Sanji will always choose you.

“Um, Sanji?” His hand is still on your jaw with his thumb on your bottom lip, so you pull it away with gentle force. “Sanji?” Hearing your sweet voice pulls him out of his stupor (the first time, he was concentrated on simply the sound of your voice.)

“Sorry, sweetness, I uh… Your pretty lips distracted me for a second~” Sanji purposely exaggerates his tone a little, so you just accept his reasoning with a giggle.

“Sure thing, Sanji.”

You eat your apple slices in comfortable silence for a bit, thinking of the aforementioned feelings you’ve been harboring for the chef since… Who knows- but you didn’t realize these feelings until you saw him for the first time after 2 years spent training apart. There had never been such a strong excitement in your voice as when you called his name that day, and he launched himself onto you in a tight hug. You had walked to the predetermined meeting place and entered the bar together, hand in hand. It felt so natural, too; like your hands were meant to fit together. Of course, you’d never voice these feelings, because if Sanji had feelings for you surely he’d tell you. Eventually, you hope. This brings about another question in your mind;

“Why do you like women? I mean, like, every woman we meet, even if she’s an enemy?”

He shrugs slightly, “At one point, the only people who were kind to me were women. Remember I told you about my mom and my sister?” During the Whole Cake Island experience, Sanji had in fact explained more about his relationships with his family members, and you recalled how his mother and sister were the only ones that showed him any sort of empathy.

“Mhm… That makes sense.” a moment of silence passes, as you’re a little nervous to ask this next question. “And why do you like me?”

The cook’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights, and he glances at you before concentrating on the surface of the island table. “I… I like this crew because you’re all my nakama. But…” It’s unusual to hear the typically very passionate man say something so quietly. You tilt your head as if to say, “Go on. I’m listening,” so he continues, “You’re important to me, y/n.”

“Good, you’re important to me, too.”

“Really?” Sanji seems a little shocked, “You know, I… I try not to be the way I am with women, with you, because I want you to take me seriously. I want you to know I mean it when I say nice things or do favors for you. I want you to know that it’s real.”

“I do take you seriously.”

Then, he takes a deep breath and puts both of his hands around one of yours, “And I want you to take my feelings for you seriously, when I confess them to you.”

“…Didn’t you just…?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, y/n. When I confess the type of feelings I have for you and the extent of them, I’ll do it much more romantically than this.” Sanji looks positively giddy now, smiling and tightly (but not uncomfortably) holding your hand. “I just want you to know that what I feel for you is real.” And with that, he plants a chaste kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing like his occasionally vulgar and pg-13 methods of wooing women, but it makes your heart skip a beat. You’re sort of at a loss for words…

This time you’re the one pulled out of a daze by the other’s voice when he says, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Oh, goodnight Sanji.” You smile at him, and he smiles back before nodding at you and leaving.

Even if that wasn’t a real confession, and maybe the timing wasn’t quite right, you were still biting back a smile as you rinsed off your plate and placed it in the dishwasher. But now you have a real confession to look forwards to, according to Sanji.

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #fanfic #one piece #x reader #oneshot #sanji x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #please forgive the poor grammar #i wrote this in the a.m.#he’s so cute

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romanarose · 2 months

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2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

#romana's 2000 follower celebration #triple frontier #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #santiago garcia #jake lockley #joel miller #moon knight fanfiction #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #dark joel #dark joel miller #santiago garcia x reader #follower celebration #romana is blessed

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anundyingfidelity · 11 months

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ADAM'S AWESOME MIX — Adam Warlock

Summary: Adam is the new addition to the Guardians. Despite your disliking for him after what he caused, Rocket helps both to get along together.

Pairing: Adam x ex avenger!human!reader (no gender specified).

Warnings: little angst, some fluff. GotG vol. 3 spoilers. Language. Enemies to friends to lovers trope.

Word count: 1.8k.

Notes: this is longer than I expected whoops. Thank you to the anon who sent this idea, hope you like this! I picked some songs to write this fic that I truly recommend bc I love them a lot 🤲😞

☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !

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"Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl. 'Cause it hurts like hell". i. Underground by David Bowie.

You were not the one to deny a second chance to anyone who needed it. However, this time things seemed different.

Adam was in Knowhere with the crew, so that meant he had to get along with everyone, including yourself. Not being fond of the idea, you tried to avoid the golden boy as much as it was possible for you.

Grateful you were he saved Peter, that was certain. But your heart wasn't sure of giving your trust to the sovereign. Not after what Rocket went through a couple of weeks ago.

"Mind giving him a chance?" the Raccoon once said, while cleaning his guns after a mission.

You were left alone in the Bowie, so Rocket thought it was a good chance to talk to you about him. As the captain, he knew you were hesitant about Adam's staying in Knowhere and near the team. Immediately, your eyes felt watery at the words of your friend.

"He almost got you killed," you said, with fists tight. "Why are you so fond of him after what happened?"

Rocket sighed.

"Listen, I'm sure he never asked to be built the way he is. I know that more than anyone in this place. He deserves a second chance to know who the hell he is and do the right thing, and that's what we're doing, like it or not."

The Raccoon finished the cleaning of his guns and walked outside the ship, without letting you give an answer, not that you had one anyway. You just followed him and Adam was already waiting for Rocket, with his new suit, looking all-mighty, and as you always tried to avoid him, it seemed it was hopeless.

"Adam, thanks for waiting! Why don't you go with Y/n for a walk? I'm sure you'll learn a lot of things about Knowhere and human culture," Rocket announced with a joyful voice as if the previous conversation never happened between you two inside the ship.

Adam seemed caught off guard as much as you did but he said nothing as the Raccoon looked at him directly. Adam nodded energetically. His face gave away all his thoughts and his feet would not move from its place.

"Great enthusiasm! Y/n, go ahead! And that's captain's orders," Rocket said, walking away from you and the golden boy, who remained in the same place with what seemed a scared face.

Carefully, you came closer to Adam and an uncomfortable smile formed on your lips.

"I guess I can teach you some things about Knowhere and humans..."

Adam gave a gentle smile. "I'd love that."

"But before we start, I want to say I don't like you around, so I would truly appreciate you don't screw up this time. You're lucky Rocket is here, either I wouldn't be this kind."

Sadness took over the golden boy, his heart aching for some reason he didn't quite understand yet. He didn't mean to do what he did, he was just following orders and a foreign purpose, but you wouldn't take that as an excuse, would you?

"I promise I won't, thank you for everything."

You nodded at his words and immediately regretted saying this, but you had to set up boundaries before things got worse.

"The answer is in clear view, it's amazing what you'll find face to face". ii. Face to Face by Daft Punk.

And things did get worse.

But not in the way you thought they would be.

You were starting to like Adam. He showed you the way he saw life and reality through his eyes and short understanding. You also noticed the way he cared about Blurp, the small creature he adopted, and that was something that hit you. As weeks passed by, you would report to Rocket how the process of Adam's learning and adaptation to Knowhere and society in the galaxy was going.

Much to say, Rocket was starting to feel proud of how you were handling the difficult situation he put you through. The change in Adam was noticeable as time went by. You taught him about manners, human culture, books, music, and anything he found interesting and would ask a lot about every time he had the chance.

One night, you sat together on the rooftop of the old buildings where your quarters were located, Blurp sleeping by his side peacefully. Drax and Nebula were teaching some personal defense to the rescued kids in the city, and let's say observing them was one of Adam's favorite hobbies. Still, you wondered why he found small things and interactions so fascinating.

"Drax is very fatherly," Adam said and his eyes crinkled at how big his smile was.

"He is," you agreed. The golden boy noticed the sudden change on your face as if you longed for something.

"Did you have a father back on Earth?"

You avoided his gaze at his sudden question. Adam sensed a weird feeling coming from you.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he apologized softly and you thought that was nice coming from him.

"It's okay," you whispered and after a moment of silence, you decided to speak. "I just- I lost everything. That's why I came here. A lot of my friends are gone, and I don't recall my family at all, I just knew them as my family."

Adam nodded and he hesitated to take your hand, lying on the ground. You were sitting so close, but instead of trying to get any contact from you, he followed your conversation.

"I heard from Rocket the name of your old team. He said you were a lot of help when Thanos appeared."

"Well, yeah, we did a lot of things," you chuckled to ease the situation. A small part of you wanted to ask about his people, but you decided to let him talk freely. "There was a lot of shit happening on Earth. But tell me more about you, could you? I've been saying a lot these past days, is your turn."

"I don't know if there's a lot to say about me, though," he joked. You smiled.

"Well, we have all night."

"All I know is that to me you look like you're lots of fun, open up your loving arms, watch out, here I come." iii. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead Or Alive

After a few weeks, you accepted finally you liked Adam. Maybe a little more than that. Strange sensations you stopped feeling years ago appeared once again every time you were together. Denial was the first step, but you couldn't get through it, and the cliche butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he started to come to your quarters for his weekly lessons about culture and behavior.

When you became his teacher it was unknown to you, but you liked it and Adam loved learning new things as much as he loved spending time with you. He loved your company as much as he loved music, so since Peter sent a few things a couple of days ago from Earth, you decided to share a special gift with Adam after he stopped his prattling about the last book he read.

"So, maybe you know Peter sent us some stuff from Earth, so I wanted to give you something that I think you will love a lot," you announced taking a small box out of the cabinet.

Adam received it in his hands carefully and opened the box to find a small strange device. "What is this?"

"That's an mp3 player, and you can listen to music with it. Anywhere you go."

His eyes went wide open and a smile formed on his lips, resting his arms on the desk with the player and the small headphones in his hand. You turned it on and helped him to put on the headphones. Peter had created some playlists, so you picked the first one on the list and a song began to play.

Adam marveled at it.

"This is amazing!" he laughed. He picked one of the headphones and gave it to you, so you could hear the music as well. You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive was playing.

"I haven't heard this song in such a long time," you beamed, remembering your life on Earth. The weird urgency of dancing was growing on your body.

Adam got lost in the mp3 in his hands. He thought he discovered another dimension, something that would make him feel different, more like you. And it was heartwarming. He loved how you made him feel, how you two grew up to understand each other, the way you would listen to him whenever he had to talk about the tiniest thing he learned on the day... You certainly got him wrapped around your finger and you never noticed.

When the song finished, he stopped the playlist, taking off the headphone from his ear and you did the same.

"Thanks," he never stopped smiling. "This means a lot to me."

"Take care of it, we won't have a new one in some time," you joked.

Adam chuckled, placing the player on its box.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did."

"Yeah, I mean- we didn't have a good start-"

"That's in the past, okay? Let's just move on and I'm so sorry for being an asshole," you took his hand with yours, he seemed shocked by your small action as you locked your eyes with his. "This is more important."

Adam nodded with a smile, "I agree with that."

There it was again, that same feeling in your stomach, screaming and aching for you to make a movement. His loving golden eyes never looked away from you, and you came closer carefully until your lips brushed his cheek softly. Adam's gold skin heated up, he realized he liked the contact of your hand on his skin and your lips on his cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, afraid he might decline.

He read about kisses in books before, and he wondered how they felt. So without a word, he nodded and you leaned until you kissed him. And he kissed back, as shy as he could be. Adam hesitated for a moment, but he slowly melted into your confident and experienced touch, grinning into the kiss.

Once you separated, Adam held your hand strongly without letting you go.

"Wow," he breathed. "Can I kiss you back?"

"Kiss me as many times as you want," you giggled softly and pecked his lips. "We should make a playlist, especially for you, I will help you with that. Peter said he put hundreds of songs in this thing."

This was his turn to peck your lips gently with a smile on his face.

"Feeling excited already!"

#adam warlock x you #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagines #adam warlock fluff #adam warlock angst #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction

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anystalker707 · 1 year

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Way too hot

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 1 400 Summary: Ace can't keep his hands off you after you finish working out. Tags: Ace is annoying (/pos) <3 / needy bf / someone hold him, please / absolute dogboy

Requested by anon "Hey can i request a slight nsfw scenario about ace x fem reader with her getting just done with a workout and being all sweaty (...)"

A/N: it's suggestive and reader is gender neutral bc i only say that they got their shirt off--if it's fem reader, it's still implied she keeps a sports bra on, if it's male reader, it's just shirtless, and so it goes; nothing specifying anything. Alabasta Ace is my main ref, btw <3

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The day was rather calm—Moby Dick was on the shore of a monotonous island, and while most of the crew had left, you and Ace, along with a few others, had stayed back to watch the ship at the lack of interests in the island—, so it was a great opportunity to put your workout up to date, given the good climate. Soft breezes sometimes soothed the hot weather, so you decided to enjoy it, and made sure no one needed you before changing into shorts and a shirt then grabbing a bottle of water along with a barbell with a few plates on it.

Shadow was cast over some empty part of the deck, so that was exactly where you headed to so you could train. Well, empty when you checked on it earlier because, at the moment, Ace was asleep against a mast with his hat on his face and arms behind his head as if he’d been there for at least an hour now. You didn’t even bother wondering where he had shown up from since it was probably one of the most reasonable occasions with him. Your things were set aside before you approached Ace, hooking an arm around his shoulders and another under his knees so you could lift him up.

Despite the way his head falls back and his hat is only held by the way the cord is stuck under his chin, Ace never wakes up, only groaning and adjusting his position when you set him on the ground again, near a wall. He could be so damn adorable. Your heart fluttered at how he scrunched his nose in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent after you pressed a kiss to his cheek so you could step away.

With a deep sigh, you threw your arms above your head then down to the ground’s direction to stretch yourself before you could start your workout. It was more of strength and mobility working since the cardio was always done by running around with Ace, leaving your focus on less points.

Counting the reps was instinctive. You did it in the back of your mind while you observed the sea or watched Ace talk in his sleep once in a while before you took a pause or switched hands, a routine you kept religiously until the heat became too much, hence you ended up discarding your shirt at some point before you could continue.

It was about an hour and half later that you put the barbell down for the last time today, leaving it in a corner so it wouldn’t bother anybody. Your muscles felt on fire while you moved for the first minutes, heavier and weaker than usual, hence you could barely lift your feet from the ground while walking over to your water, finishing it at once before you grabbed the shirt you’d tossed away earlier to clean the sweat away from your forehead, but it was nowhere to be seen... Nah, there it was.

“Give.” You made a grabby motion for Ace, who twisted his mouth a little and tossed the shirt to you before he smiled. He still had an arm behind his head and his hat now rested on his chest while his legs were one over the other. “Slept good?”

“Yep!” He grinned and was on his feet with a jump, arms in air for a few seconds to stretch himself. “I see you were working out!”

You only hummed in agreement, wiping the sweat away from your face before you let your shirt hang around your neck. The words you wanted to say died in the tip of your tongue when you noticed Ace seemed a little off; he hunched there with his hands in his pockets and a distant expression, but his eyes weren’t on yours, instead scanning your body with an admirable focus.

“Ace—”

“Damn!” Ace raised his eyebrows, biting on his lip for a second. “You look hot.” You scoffed with a chuckle, but he just nodded in response, stepping closer to place a hand on your waist. “Like sculpted by a god or something.” He is leaning in before you can notice, about to bury his face in your neck when you push him away with your hands on his chest.

“No, no, no! Not right now!” You stepped away from his attempt to catch you in his arms, leaving a grumpy Ace to hug the air instead of you. “I’m sweaty and it’s really hot, and I’m not sure if you’re going to take a shower later!”

“But you look so pretty,” he whined with a pout, “so hot! Let me at least—”

As much as it had your face heating up, you knew better than to give in to Ace’s whines, so you continued to shake your head as you walked to the barbell so you could put everything away. He was faster, however, taking a seat on top of the bar with his arms crossed over his chest. As if it’d cause you any trouble. You rolled your eyes and lifted him off it in bridal style easily; he was about to hook his arms around your neck when you just let him fall to the ground.

“(Y/n)!” Ace groaned, but didn’t even bother to complain more once you ignored him, only standing up again to chase you.

And hell, who thought that’d end up being a problem? Ace was fucking everywhere, you didn’t have a second of peace. He was following you everywhere you went, with those lost puppy eyes, for the rest of the day—even when he was falling asleep suddenly, he woke up again at the moment you moved to either hold onto you or follow. Sometimes, he’d look at you with the biggest eyes he could muster and clasp his hands together to let out the whiniest ‘please’ you’d ever heard. He even freaked out after you arrived at the kitchen, fresh out of the shower, and told him to wait until it was night and the others had returned; it’d be safer and the weather would be nicer.

“B—But now there’s barely anyone on the ship! I doubt anyone would attack us without us noticing it first long before! Like—”

“Won’t you shut the fuck up?” you whisper-yelled, pretending you were going to hit him with the big spoon you had in hand before going back to serving yourself your lunch. He flinched at first then broke in chuckles, grinning wide.

“I can’t help!” Ace had a hand on his hip and the other on the counter as he leaned against it—his hands would probably be on your hips while he stood behind you with his chin on your shoulder if you’d allowed him to touch you; maybe you would have already if it weren’t so fun to watch him sulking around and the fact you couldn’t step away from watching the ship. “Like, maybe if you looked at yourself— You should let me know whenever you’re going to work out, y’know? Or wear those more. It really suits you! Actually, it’s more about your body, I—”

“Get your lunch so we can go sit outside.” Your eyes didn’t even meet his, but you were there waiting for him so you could sit on the deck while you had lunch.

“Y’know...” He mumbled, fingers grazing your thigh.

“I told you to wait!”

“Maybe you’re doing all of this on purpose just to torture me...” Ace groaned through the food in his mouth and, despite the partial truth in his words, all you did was to shoot him a playful glare and roll your eyes.

Ace was quiet for the rest of the meal, at least. The next time he bothered you, was when the sun was already a lot lower in the horizon, with a sunset that would start in some minutes. You sat at the table on the deck in an attempt to enjoy the rest of your free day in peace with the book Marco had gotten you.

“Please, please, please,” Ace mumbled annoyingly, seemingly never-ending. He sat there on the ground with your feet between his legs, beside the chair you sat on. Whenever you forgot about him, Ace would start his ranting once again and hug your leg, keeping his cheek pressed to your knee.

You sighed deeply and lowered a hand to pat his head, at first just playing with his hair then motioning for him to pull away. “Okay, okay, get up, I’m tired of your whining. Let’s fix this.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #portgaz d ace #portgas d ace #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #one piece x reader #oneshot #imagine #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #usopp #nico robin #nami

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strawberrystepmom · 9 months

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self ship coded, part of the fine shrine au. f!reader is a writer/family owns konoha's book shop. mutual pining idiots in love etc bc who am i if not an idiot in love.

A long day spent sorting, organizing, and half assed writing has led to you where you are now - on your stomach on the floor of the hokage’s office, proofreading your own writing. You aren’t certain what time it is, only aware that it has surely gotten late and your evening tea has long turned into a cold, bitter cup you don’t dare sip from any longer.

With a frustrated groan, you bury your face in your notebook and exhale loud enough that it draws a snort from Kakashi who is sitting at his desk. Pushing a stack of paperwork to the side, he looks down at you. Immediately you peek up with the feel of his eyes on you, propping your chin in your hands.

“How have we spent this much time together and I have so little to show for it?”

He shrugs, tossing his own pen down and carding his fingers through his unruly hair. You watch his fingers work through each thick strand and bury your chin in your book to hide the way it makes you smile, a dreamy little smirk across your lips watching his arm stretch upward and over his head.

It’s easy to get lost in a little daydream, imagining the sinewy muscle of his arms flexing beneath his shirt but you quickly shift your gaze back down your book when he speaks to avoid him seeing the guilty look on your face. You’re working with him, you shouldn’t be imagining how his hands would feel carding through your hair instead.

“Let’s play a game.”

Now it’s your turn to snort, a little giggle following the sound as you lift your chin from your book and smile at him. Kakashi quirks a brow and you realize he’s serious, moving from your stomach to sit on your butt.

“What kind of game are we talking about? Cards? I’m worse at them than Lady Tsunade.”

He shakes his head and tents his fingers in front of him, any trace of humor leaving his face. You are intrigued and he can tell, your big smile dimming into something smaller that plays at the corners of your mouth.

“A simple game of questions and answers, actually.” You raise your brows and he hums. “You ask, I answer and vice versa.”

Struggling to hide your skepticism, you squint in his direction.

“Do you promise to actually answer?”

Putting his hands up in a gesture of surrender, he shakes his head and places his palms down on his desk with finality.

“Anything you ask, I’ll answer,” internally he seizes at his own words, knowing he’s setting himself up. “I’ll even let you go first in a show of good faith.”

Rising to your feet, you keep a narrowed gaze pointed at him as you approach the opposite side of his desk and grip the edge. Leaning over just enough, you keep your gaze fixed and he fights a smile at your intensity. He loves seeing you get fired up like this, playful and feisty, and suddenly he’s grateful you can’t see the pink he knows is dusting his cheeks as his face heats.

“When is your birthday, Lord Sixth?”

Snorting at the use of his formal title, he rolls his eyes as you softball him a question he can’t possibly lie about. That was his intention, of course, by never specifying he had to truthfully answer your questions. You’ve caught him in his own little trap and he swears his heart swells with the knowledge of how evenly matched the two of you are.

“The 15th of September, you clever thing.”

Witnessing your face lift into a smile is almost as sweet as seeing the sun after a week of rain, he thinks with a chuckle. For the first time, legitimate joy is on your face. An amused giggle erupts from you and it shakes your shoulders in a way that makes him want to reach out and hold you between his arms.

“Good answer,” you manage between giggles, a smile fading back to neutral as you shift from holding the desk to resting against it, arms folded over your chest. “Your turn, I guess.”

“What do you do when you aren’t here with me?”

“Ka-,” you stop yourself as you almost spit his name, a step too familiar for you. He smirks beneath his mask at your near slip up and watches as you adjust your posture and look over your shoulder at him. “That’s an interesting first question.”

“If I’m not here I’m at the bookstore and if I’m not here or there I’m at home sleeping. Not very interesting, I promise.”

Humming, he crosses one leg over the other and folds his arms over his chest to appraise you. The answer seems honest, at least up front, but he wonders if you haven’t figured him out and you’re holding back your true answer to spare him. Do you know about this little light that ignites inside of him every time you laugh? Have you felt his eyes look over every inch of you while you work, stretching like a cat or hunched over your own books?

He hopes not, pursing his lips beneath his mask as he shifts slightly in his chair.

“You’re more interesting than you let on, I think.”

Shaking your head, you rest your chin in your palm.

“I’m starting to feel like you are documenting me and not the other way around.”

He shrugs flippantly, leaning back in his chair.

“I like to get to know everyone I’m working with at least a little bit.”

You laugh, looking down at your ink stained fingers, stretching them out and attempting to loosen the tightness a day full of work has wedged in your joints. He watches each movement, each twitch of your thumb and your pinkie as you move them. You’re so delicate yet so strong, it mesmerizes him to be able to see it this close.

“While giving them no way to know you back?” You ask and he hums, nodding. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

He’s so amusing because he’s honest, you decide. As secretive and mysterious as he can be, he never lies when asked even if he does try and slip out of anything that can be seen as too vulnerable. You understand all too well how terrifying it is to open up and you don’t fault him but you wish he’d stop making your job so difficult.

Sighing, you stretch your arms behind you and lean back on your palms.

“I promise you are seeing something I’m not. There’s nothing interesting about me.”

Another unreadable hum from the hokage makes you sweat a little bit, uncertain of exactly what he’s gleaning from you with his questions. Maybe he’s realizing you’re at best, boring, and at worst, a flake who abandons her responsibilities only to trudge back with a frown once she’s failed.

“I have a hard time believing that from the woman who left and didn’t tell anyone why.”

Swallowing thickly, you think back to what made you leave in the first place. Your mother’s passing was the catalyst, of course, but you’d been ready to run for as long as you could remember. Despite the legacy you carried on your back with the bookstore, you wondered what it would be like to be free for once - to be as unknown as you’ve always felt you were in Konoha.

When mention of marriage left your grandma’s lips on your 23rd birthday, you bolted like a thief in the night. You had nothing left to lose at that point and you vowed to stay gone forever rather than be married to someone you only vaguely cared about that would create power and gain for the two remaining members of your family and that’s all.

That, of course, didn’t happen but you stuck to your values and kept going until you were given no choice but to return home after receiving a letter from your aging and ailing grandmother requesting your help. You couldn’t say no.

Your mouth feels like sand as you finally open it to speak, looking away from Kakashi who eyes you cautiously. Perhaps he went too far and he feels guilty until you speak and quell his fears.

“I left because I was afraid Grandma was going to force me to get married.” While that isn’t a situation the hokage has ever found himself in, he nods sympathetically when he notices your face twist with the words. “I fought it for a really long time and mom…she did too. Without her, it just felt like I was going to be fighting a losing battle.”

Your eyes begin to glass over a bit and you blink tightly once before averting your gaze to the corner of the room. This isn’t a conversation you should be having with him at all, much less one that should be making you feel emotional, yet here you sit with your knees tucked beneath you answering his questions.

Considering your words, they make sense to him but they make him ache. They feel like a declination despite them not being aimed at him and he struggles to ask his next intrusive question hoping that he won’t be shut down as soon as you hear his words.

“Is that something you don’t want for yourself at all?” He asks, giving nothing away despite the way his fists have clenched involuntarily on top of his desk. Shaking your head and turning your face toward him, he steals a “too long to be friendly” glance. “Marriage? A family?”

A small sigh puffs out of your mouth. “I do but it’s a matter of feeling worthy of it, I suppose.”

“And you don’t?”

He catches you off guard with his question, your face twitching nearly imperceptibly. The well trained eyes of the man notice, though, the flicker of sadness and doubt. It’s a look he has seen many people try to hide and it makes his heart ache to know you feel that way about yourself.

“I think I have a lot of work to do before somebody could care for me.”

You don’t meet his eyes, speaking down to your own scribbled handwriting on pages below you and he frowns. How can someone like you not see everything you offer? Beautiful, kind, intelligent and that’s just scratching the surface of the person you are.

He wishes he could tell you those things in flowery language, perhaps even written like the books he reads and watches you read, but instead he leans forward and rests his elbows on his desk. The sound captures your attention and your watery eyes meet his.

“I think you underestimate yourself.”

Another flicker of a smile crosses your face and you bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to ground yourself to reality. He isn’t hitting on you, he’s just being nice, right? That has to be what’s happening here even though his gaze rests on you in a way that feels weighted. Different.

“Thank you for saying that,” you sniff between words and bring one of your hands from behind you to rub at the tip of your nose. “I’ll let my zero suitors know that I have the hokage’s stamp of approval.”

He flusters at your words. His stamp of approval? You’d have even more than that if you desired it but he simply nods, shutting his eyes tightly as he does so.

“You could have anyone you wanted, I promise you that.”

Your eyes stay locked on his and you nod, watery smile on your face.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wants to shiver under the weight of your gaze but he shifts instead, moving from leaning over his desk back to leaning in his chair with his legs crossed. You appear to be thinking, eyes downturned but you look back up at him with a frown.

“I don’t appreciate the way you managed to not answer any questions about yourself and we'll be coming back to this tomorrow.”

Chuckling, he nods.

“We’ll see.”

It’s the least he can do given how much he asked from you tonight. Rising to standing, he stretches out his legs for a moment and you follow his lead, standing and gathering your things preparing for him to walk you home.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kendall writes #fine shrine #yall mind if i go ahead and start posting fine shrine again LMFAOOSDLFJKJDFF i have mental illness

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roryintheir90s · 8 months

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Any fanfictions recomms?

You have not specified what type of fanfiction you're searching for, but I will try to recommend the ones I like a bunch.

And pls do read through the tags carefully before reading! Some of those fics may include violence or mature ratings.

Trust life by Capritarius

STATUS: ongoing

RATING: mature

CHAPTERS: 57/?

WORDS: 275k

MAIN SHIPS: Jimmy/Tango, Jimmy/Scott, Scott/Tango

needs to go first ofc, I don't think I will ever be able to praise it enough 👌

it's just perfect to me. Has everything one needs from a story, drama, complicated relationship, scenes that makes you wanna bawl your eyes out but at the same time it has those sweetest moments ever.

Plus, which is a huge positive for me, no one in the fic is necessarily bad. If you look from the perspective of another person, you can actually realised that ye, maybe what they did or are doing isn't great, but you get why they're like this. Well outside of few people. But for that you gotta read it.

To have and to hold by Green_Life_Lily

STATUS: completed

RATING: teen and up

CHAPTERS: 50

WORDS: 87k

SHIP: Jimmy/Scott

Gen, I love this ff. It's angsty tho. Scott tries his best to help his husband, but it feels sometimes like it never works, and never gets better. It's heartbreaking to be fair. Outside of flower husbands, other relationships are ambiguous. It also gets A LOT worst before it gets even slightly better.

You seriously just feel for the guys, they doing everything they can, only for it to fail or be meet with the gut punching situation.

Everyone struggles there, A LOT.

You looked so good in green by apollothetransboy

STATUS: completed

RATING: mature

CHAPTERS: 13

WORDS: 52k

MAIN SHIP: Scott/Martyn and Jimmy/Scott in p2

I loved this SM. You guys have no idea. Something I recommend to read if you're into a complicated relationship overall. This one doesn't have a happy ending, BUT Apollo is so nice and good and amazing, that we have a p2 to it called

I try to worry for your soul but I forget to

Which is from Jimmys perspective and DO have a happy ending.

It's actually a whole series for this au, and I gen telling you guys to check it out.

It's called the ocean at you door.

One restless summer and hide your heart by StormChaosfox

STATUS: both completed

RATING: mature

SHIP: Scott/Jimmy

Just complicated the relationship between Scott and Jimmy, both of them being dumb and pining, but being scared bc of their past experiences. Lots of regrets and hurt. Plus second book adds skulk and evil sausage to the mix.

Can't say much about this one, because Gen, most of it just just a love drama! So I can't say much because of spoilers.

Tell me one more beautiful lie by apollothetransboy

STATUS: ongoing

RATING: teen and up

CHAPTERS: 11/16

WORDS: 61k

SHIP: tango/martyn/jimmy/scott

Another fic and another slay from Apollo. I love this fic sm. Lots of angst, but also it has it's sweet moments 🥺 it's like my comfort fic.

Truly you guys gotta read it.

Explosions across lifetimes by thed0zyslider (HollowWish)

STATUS: ongoing

RATING: teen and up

CHAPTERS: 22/?

WORDS: 96k

SHIP: fWhip/Jimmy

If you a fwhimmy fan you've probably heard of this one. Gosh, it's such a good one. But what can I say, I'm a sucker for enemies turn lovers. It's sweet, it's cute. It's just AaAAAAAA

A billion amounts to nothing in infinity face by FulminateTheSun

STATUS: ongoing

RATING: teen and up

CHAPTERS: 12/24

WORDS: 43k

SHIP: Jimmy/Sausage

I'm positive that this fic is abandoned, but its still a worthy read. Like gen, its a good fic. I think sausage x Jimmy deserve more attention. They're the moment, and they're just so AAAA could arrange them in the most positive way ever. I just love them

I gen don't know whether you wanted those types of fics, but these are one of my favorite. If you want anything else do let me know I'm more then happy to share!

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We Go Where No One Goes - One Piece HTTYD AU (What Dragons would some OP characters have)

A/N: First thing I have written on tumblr. I’m really addicted to How To Train Your Dragon right now so I thought I’d do headcanons on what dragons I think some characters would bond with/have. I might make an x reader series of this au as well. I’ll do more characters at a later date!! Also I don’t know how to work things exactly but this is my best shot hopefully it works. I’d love some feedback about this as I am very interested in turning this into a series of sorts or even multiple. Hope you all like it!!

Content Warning: Can be read as an x reader in some parts (as I use the word you in some places) though gender is not specified!! Can also be read as platonic or romantic in those parts, whatever you see fit. SFW!! Fluff. Dragons!! How To Train Your Dragon AU. Mentions of fighting as well as dragon attacks. There probably will be grammar and spelling errors here. Some characters may be a bit OOC. I think that’s all but tell me if there’s anything I should add.

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nico Robin, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Law (All seperate).

Monkey D. Luffy

- A Nightfury. That’s it. He’ll have a nightfury.

- Now we’ll see something COMPLETELY different from hiccup’s and toothless’ relationship simply because... you have double the trouble now.

- I can see Luffy and his Nightfury getting into trouble every day like they are partners in CRIME, two peas in a pod... honestly one would think they share the same brain AND the same stomach because both of them will eat a shit ton of food (fish for the nightfury).

- No sharing though. Luffy refuses to share his food with his dragon best friend (He tries to steal his nightfury’s food but everyone has to stop him as they dont want him to get sick from eating raw fish).

- Honestly count them to be dirty by the time they get home in mud and such.

- They also go out flying and adventuring together almost every day!! Discovering new places, meeting new people!! Everyone else going with him just to make sure he doesn’t get captured by dragon hunters.

- Though when it comes to battle, there is a chance you’ll see a more serious side of him and his dragon, especially if someone he cares about has been captured or hurt in some way shape or form!!

- Sure it may be a bit fun in games at the start but as the fight goes on they both get more serious.

- He makes sure everyone gets out alive, no one gets left behind on his watch, even if he and his dragon have to fight every single person on an island and/or ship.

- Yeah the bad guys are not winning in the end if he shows up, especially if he brought the gang with him!!

- Then there’s a party right after with them and their dragons as well!!

- Oh did I mention he’s the chief of his island...?

- Yeah who made him chief... (It was shanks.)

- The villagers question it every day... but they have no say in it now...

- But look on the bright side!! There will never be a boring day in the village since Luffy is chief!!

- He also tends to neglect his duties...

- Well, they get done somehow!!

- Just make sure you stay prepared.

Roronoa Zoro

- Triple Stryke. Yes, he has a triple stryke.

- A dragon that uses three tales to slash and take down it’s enemies screams zoro to me. They litterally train together with zoro’s three sword style and the dragon using it’s tail.

- They take naps together. Though don’t wake them as his dragon will try and snap at you...

- Without his dragon, Zoro would get lost a lot more then he already does.

- His dragon is litterally Zoro’s guide at times and will drag him with it’s tails when Zoro is going the wrong way.

- Zoro uses his dragon as a pillow as well, sometimes doesn’t even sleep on a bed bc it’s so comfy and warm.

- His dragon and Luffy’s dragon often play together and have fun together.

- Is the one to get seperated from his dragon the most though.

- Might be seen to be a bit cold to his dragon but if you look closely you can see him giving it small pets or even some of his food.

- Tries to keep the affection in private or when no one isn’t looking, though he does fail at times and gets teased for it.

- He also is probably the one who runs the blacksmiths and helps makes the weapons, saddles and other things the village may need.

- Somehow he gets it done in time even with some (many) naps inbetween.

- Honestly you get the best made stuff in the village.

- They often see people from other villages as well just to get their hands on what he makes.

- I feel like he’d be one of the most serious in battle.

- Litterally fights back to back with his dragon, both covering eachother’s blindspots.

- It can be hard to land a hit when Zoro and his dragon are fighting together.

- 2nd guy you do not wanna face.

Nico Robin

- She would have a Boneknapper. - Since Robin is an archeologist and a Boneknapper is basically living history since it is covered in bones I feel like they’d make a perfect fit. Also who knows what kinds of bones that the Boneknapper has on it!! Could be anything!! I can see Robin studying the bones and see where they originate from such as from a dragon, human, animal or something else entirely!! - Robin probably has an area outside of her house where the dragon has stored all kinds of random objects, some aren’t even bones and are just random things that interested it!!! - Robin has like 1000000000000000000000000+ complaints from the villagers because her dragon keeps taking their stuff(it even took someone’s roof one time... that was an entire ordeal....). - Always ends up scolding her dragon but... it never learns and proceeds to continue to steal. At this point Robin has considered her life options when it comes to her boneknapper. - Well great news is that she has found many discoveries from the bones on her dragon’s body which has advanced their knowledge in dragons and humans a like!! - Not the most comfortable dragon to ride on but Robin made it work (Somehow). With the help of Zoro she had constructed the perfect sadle for her dragon! - It can be a bit difficult to fight with her boneknapper as it will often try to add whatever it sees onto itself if. Sometimes it’ll try to take a person with it (remember how stormfly acted with that one guy from httyd 2?? Eric the son of Eric?? I see it as that.) But it works as a great decoy to get everyone distracted and busy!! It is also great at destroying things with it’s tail. - Also most people run away when they see it as they’re terrified of it when in reality it is just a big giant puppy especially when it plays human fetch!! - I see Robin as the person who documents and keeps the village history as well as any other history she finds out. She writes it down and stores it so those in the future can read it!! - She has written many books and you bet she’ll let anyone read it!! - Her books are very accurate, you can trust her writing 100% as she makes sure to tell no lies.

Eustass Kid

- He would have a monsterous nightmare. I am partnering him up with a dragon that can set itself on fire as it matches his personality.

- Kid would just be walking around the village and his dragon would be following him, menacingly staring and sometimes even growling at the other villagers. It has a bit of an attitude problem.

- When Kid yells at someone, his dragon will yell with with him or it will laugh/chuckle at the person being yelled at.

- His dragon will sometimes mess something up and then blame someone else just to get another person in trouble.

- Kid will have his dragon with him as he works on different inventions of his as well as making things for himself and even for the village. His dragon is great for lighting up the fires so he can heat up the metal!! And acts as a heater when it is cold outside.

- He has no problem fighting anyone who threatens his village, friends, his dragon or anyone else that might need protecting. Though he might begrudgedly help a stranger out but he always says it’s because “I did it since it benifets me.” when in reality he couldn’t stand to see another person and their dragon get captured.

- Is a very strong fighter, always setting hunter’s boats and other enemy villages ablaze alongside his dragon. He has won around 89% of the battles he has faced. The other 11%? We’ll go into that later. Though let’s say he was extra mad/grumpy/tense right after those losses which resulted in him yelling even more or just staying inside his workshop at the forgery.

- He has two jobs!! He’s both the chief and the blacksmith!! According to his words he takes on being the blacksmith as well because “No one else is talented enough to make the gear the village needs” when in reality it is because he really wants to make things and it gives him the chance of creating his own inventions!!

- He and Zoro are competing to be the better blacksmith.

- He already believes he’s the best chief around.

- He also recieves a lot of requests for things to be made even from people from other villages.

- He’s a busy man.

Killer

- He would have a Changewing as his dragon. Changewings like to hide by camouflauging themselves, and with how Killer keeps a mask on it is as if they are both hiding in some way. Also I feel like they would get along very well.

- Changewings can be quite territorial so I can see it not liking it when other’s enters the home it lives with Killer in, so it either has to be outside or Killer has to keep it calm. Though it doesn’t mind Kidd coming over, it quite likes kid. You could see it even seek pets from kid which would in turn make Kid’s dragon a bit jealous.

- Changewings can also be a bit mischevious and Killer’s will play pranks on it’s rider. You will litterally see it poke Killer and then camouflage itself as Killer looks around to see who poked him. Though one time it camouflaged and stayed silent for a while. Killer thought it ran away or something and spent the whole day running around the island, panicked, looking for it when it was just resting at home. Let’s just say it got a big scolding when Killer got home (and a punishment of not having it’s favorite fish for a while). It never did it again.

- It will also mess with the other villagers.

- 1000000000000000000000000+ complaints part 2, but you might as well double it as he gets complaints about two things. One. His dragon scares the kids at night (as well as the scardy cats of the village) causing them to scream and wake up the village. It also randomly knocks things over, destroys things, pokes people while camouflage so it isn’t seen making people think they’re seeing things or there actually is a ghost haunting the village. Though at this point they know the culprit. 2. It loves taking things, it’s a curious creature!! It will take anything that raises it’s interest!! Even if it is a human being!! It once took someone’s child and tried to act like it’s parents... it took 5 hours to get the dragon seperated from the child and another 5 to calm down the angry parents...

- Killer questions how the village hasn’t tried to kick his dragon out yet...

- Though on the bright side they make a good fighting pair!! While Killer is focusing on beating hunters or other enemies up with his punishers, his dragon is camouflaging and taking out the enemies as well! There has been quite a few times where Killer’s dragon has saved his life as well.

- Though bewhare... it might try to hypnotize you. It has done so on many enemies in order to defeat them, as well as some villagers in order to mess with them. It’s hypnotizing is very powerful as well, though it rarely uses the ability.

- Also beware of it’s acid, it can melt almost anything. Though it can’t melt normal metal but it can melt dragon proof metal!!

- They trust each other and know how to fight!! Sometimes they get seperated but they both find their way back to each other.

- Oh! Killer works as Kid’s second in command!! He helps Kid out with some of the workload he gets so Kidd can have some free time to work on his gadgets and such.

- He has fun working as Kid’s second-in-command as he couldn’t wish for anything more after growing up as Kid’s best friend.

Trafalgar D. Law

- He would have a Tide Glider. While it is only seen in the games, I feel as if it fits Law the best. This is due to the fact it is known to be calm as well as peaceful and has healing capabilities!!

- Due to being a Doctor, having a dragon that is able to heal others is a lifesafer. Think of how many lives he could save with a dragon that can heal wounds with its saliva?? That is why he bonded with the Tide Glider.

- He lives a peaceful life with his dragon, as his dragon is also a giant sweetheart and you’ll see it push him to take care of himself. Sometimes it’ll lay on top of him just to make him go to sleep when it deams it time.

- His dragon acts like a mother toward’s him at times, it just wants to make sure he’s okay.

- His dragon gets into no trouble at all, it just follows Law wherever he goes and helps him with whatever duties he has with that day.

- He always ends up giving his dragon presents and such, he doesn’t show it but he really adores his buddy.

- Will pet his dragon often every day, mostly while he is at home.

- They have a very sweet bond with eachother, you can guarantee they’ll be best friends forever.

- Now when it comes to fighting, they’re both also very good at it. Though Law is very keen on his surroundings. If he notices anyone injured that’s on his side he’ll send his dragon over to provide some healing. His dragon also knows when to attack, and is very good in fighting in the sea as well due to being a dragon that is known to live in the water.

- Oh it can also spit out acid.

- Have I mentioned that the water it spits out is poisonous?? Just don’t wash it with water, it’ll make it worse. Yak milk is said to work, but it might not work with every tide glider poison you come across so you just have to be lucky and hope it works.

- They trust eachother greatly and you’ll definately be able to see it on the battlefield.

- As of jobs, I have mentioned that he is the doctor of the village but he is also the Chief!! There are other doctors in the village of course, he’s just the best one and the main doctor in the village.

- He does both duties which causes him to often get sleepless nights and to not take care of himself. But don’t worry! His Tide Glider is there to make sure he takes care of himself. As stated before, it will force him to sleep by laying on top of him against his will. That includes picking him up and bringing him to his bed!! He may not like it but somehow he does fall asleep, although begrudgingly. His dragon will also bring him anything he deems edible (even raw fish at times) just so he can have something to eat.

- Overall you’re witnessing best friends for life right here.

#monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nico robin #eustass kid #killer #massacre soldier killer #trafalgar d law #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #robin x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer x reader #law x reader

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